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fatedwithmbc · 10 months

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1.4.3; A new way I learned to say “I love you” when I was in Scituate. There is some lore behind it involving a lighthouse. The whole thing resonated with me because of Dad’s love of light houses. I also had a chance to go to a local cafe that sold t-shirts, I picked the one that reminded me most of my Dad. A tattooed man, wearing a beanie (only he was a fisherman and not a welder) in the color green. I’ve been struggling the last few days with emotions related to missing my Dad. I’m still so angry with the world that I have to live each day without him, especially through my diagnosis; but also because he was my voice of reason when I needed advice about different things.

Mom-Mom really fills the advice void for me, but sometimes, I need a third party. Sometimes, we don’t see eye-to-eye on things. Sometimes, I don’t love her advice, even if it’s the “right” advice. And that’s not a HER problem, that’s a ME problem. I usually recognize when it’s me because it comes with feelings of shame and guilt. I love her, and I know her advice is always in my best interest and what she thinks is right for me and my life. As much as we could be shaken by our differences in opinion, we quickly come to resolution. That is something I am most thankful for. I am able to be honest in my opinions without worry that it will do damage to our relationship. I think we have so much mutual respect for each other that it allows us to have difficult conversations. I truly am grateful for how we communicate and how we respect each other.

I lost a relative last week. He succumbed to a glioblastoma. I was able to attend one of the viewings with my brother. I was grateful for the time I was able to spend with him one-on-one despite the circumstances of the situation. This relative was from my mother’s side of the family, with whom I’ve been estranged. I feel like my diagnosis is really putting heavy pressure on my heart to reconcile, be with and show all of my relatives in some way that I love and care about them.

That said, I was able to make it to Scituate for the family reunion (relatives from my Dad’s side of the family). I was thankful to spend time with that side. It’s not often we see them due to distance. My diagnosis and recent back problems makes it increasingly more difficult to drive the distances. I’m glad there is no reconciling needed with the “Jones” side of the family. They are all dear to me. My great-aunts have been so supportive and thoughtful- they often send me cards or call/text me to ensure I’m doing well. They also like to stay up-to-date on my treatment and progress. I am thankful beyond words. My cousins (Great? Once removed? Twice removed? I don’t know the formal, appropriate term) are all amazing and supportive as well. Especially my cousin Michael and his wife, Heather.

It was nice to travel for a few days. It was also nice to get back home. The short travel did take “it” out of me. I was very exhausted last night and struggled a bit today. I’m still not used to the limitations of my body and recognizing them so I don’t “over do” it. I miss my pre-diagnosis energy and capabilities. I try to treat myself as normal as possible. I even forget sometimes that I have a serious illness, as I think others do as well. I look healthy, but I’m not inside. It was wonderful to hear from my relatives (both sides) that I looked very well. However, it makes me think, do I need to look sick to be sick, and obviously that answer is no. I am sick, I do look well. It’s almost like I need to wear some sort of identifier that says: “I am sick” so that people believe me. I say this because I had an incident boarding a plane - I was in group D, but boarded with the guests with disabilities. The flight attendant basically had a retort for everything I said about why I was boarding in the earlier group until I stated “I have Stage IV Breast Cancer”. Her face said it all. I felt bad, she felt bad- it was awkward for both of us. This is just another part of the process that I need to get used to. I still don’t like saying it out loud. I especially do NOT like saying it to a stranger unless there is a distinct reason why I’d need to divulge that information.

I feel as on edge right now as I did then. I’m out of my anxiety medication and there were problems at the pharmacy with their electronic prescription system. I’m hoping this will all be resolved tomorrow. I feel like the lack of anti-anxiety medication is making the anxiety sky rocket. I feel like that’s why I decided to write this evening. I have a jittery feeling and needed to let the energy out, but wasn’t even sure where I was going to start or where I would end up in terms of topic and subject. I guess I’ve been able to figure that out. I’ve even used my lavender spray… I think I will need to actually use my diffuser this evening though for constant release of the scent. I truly believe in its calming properties.

Some random thoughts that don’t fit into a paragraph in a logical manner:

- I completed all paperwork and got my photo taken to submit for passport renewal. I just need to mail it tomorrow.

- I’m still very in love with and believe in the benefits of my weighted blanket. Although, mine is definitely too heavy for my weight now. I lost weight after I bought it due to my diagnosis.

- It’s great to have Bailey around. The pooch is great for feeling loved and she definitely cares when you get home and shows her excitement. Even after running an errand, she’ll respond as if I’ve been gone for weeks with her level of excitement upon my return.

- I received a book of poetry that I ordered by Pierre Alex Jeanty, called “Heal. Grow. Love. Words to Help You Become”. I am enjoying it very much. The poetry directs itself toward insecurities, like doubts, and how you can handle or reframe them to overcome them.

- I’ve had some intermittent contact with a man that I went on a date with. I’m hoping to see him before I travel to Colorado.

- I’ll see Brittany this week for dinner; the excitement is real. We’ll meet up for dinner this time. I truly can’t wait to see her.

- I’m hoping that the DSLR Camera I want goes on sale for Prime Day. I also placed Botanical Lego sets to my cart to see if they go on sale as well, because Mom-Mom can get them cheaper that way (I asked for them as birthday gifts).

- Moulin Rouge opens this week, and I can’t wait to see it. I have my ticket for Thursday evening. I will drive into town this time as I don’t want to risk missing my train. It was too close for comfort last time I went into town for a show and basically had to run to the train station and made it with only about 3 minutes to spare. The parking fee I’m sure will be a bit high, but I won’t have to run or be on high alert about the time during the show, which will allow me to focus on enjoying it and the music.

I believe I’m at the end of my entry for this evening; however, if I awake- there may be more to come. Thank you for being here and reading my thoughts, concerns and emotions.

El Fin.

#fated with mbc #confessions of a cancer patient #stage iv deserves more #metastatic breast cancer #stage iv metastatic breast cancer #breast cancer #family #I love you #Scituate #grief #grieving child #mourning my parent #missing my Dad

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bokutoslittlebird · 4 years

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Threesome with Bokuto Kōtarō and Akaashi Keiji

Alpha!Bokuto x Beta!Reader x Beta!Akaashi

Warnings: Omegaverse, double penetration, dubcon, creampies, some BokuAka action (bc those are my babies), this is long

Summary: After presenting as a Beta, your mother decided being friends with an Alpha wasn’t good for him. After moving, you befriended another Beta, Akaashi Keiji. After years of not getting over your childhood crush, you never expected to see him again as your best friend’s mate. Akaashi can’t take care of Bokuto through his entire rut, so he lets Bokuto have some fun. There’s a lot of catching up to do between you two, anyways.

— 5 years old, [Y/N]

“You need to stop hanging around that boy, [Y/N],” your mother had said to you one evening. You had looked at her confused, wondering what Kōtarō had to do with your homework. She continued, ignoring the look on your face. “He’s presented as an Alpha. You need to stop hanging around him.”

“That doesn’t matter, mommy. He’s my friend,” you had said, not quite understanding. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“[Y/N], listen to me. He doesn’t want to be with someone like you. Stop hanging out with him.” At the time, you didn’t understand what your mother was saying. You thought that she had thought your friend didn’t want you as a friend. You’d prove her wrong when you finished your homework.

You had finished the work and immediately went to yours and Kōtarō’s spot, seeing the familiar spiked up hair on the young boy. His frown was unusual, though. “Kō-chan?”

“My mom said we can’t hang out anymore,”

— present day

You woke to the alarm from your phone, the rhythmic beat of the song shooing away the traces of sleep. Your eyes fall to the calendar across your room, seeing you had to work today. With a promise of a hot bath and a treat of ramen after your shift, you are able to get out of bed and get ready to start the day.

Your work shift was simple, just taking orders and making coffee for customers, occasionally bringing treats to customers at the tables. It was normal, right down to when your friend walked in. “Keiji!”

“[Y/N],” he smiled, not having the same enthusiasm but enough to satisfy you. You had met Keiji after you moved, shortly after Kōtarō ended his friendship with you. Keiji had presented as a Beta, just like you, so yours and his mother encouraged playdates and study sessions at each other’s house, hoping a relationship would bloom. “The usual, please,”

“You sure? The season specialty is here! I know you like pumpkin,” your smile turned into a smirk, knowing you had got him when his eyes widened. The season specials were ready to serve, but nobody had switched the menus up.

“Hm, I think I’ll go with the pumpkin latte for today,” he finally said, after weighing his options. You smiled and put in the order, knowing exactly how to work his buttons. “I’ll have to let my boyfriend know,”

“Oh?” That was new information. A week ago, Keiji said he was going to die single because everyone’s an idiot. Now he’s got a lover? “Do tell,”

“He’s an Alpha, but his parents don’t care. Don’t tell mom. She thinks you’re my soulmate, still,”

You guffawed at that, shaking your head at the memory. You remembered when you got older when Keiji’s mom had started giving you lessons in cooking and sewing, typical ‘wife’ things. Keiji smiled at your dramatic scene of laughing, knowing it was how you were.

“Wait till she finds out you’re mated to someone else,”

“I prefer to term courting to mate, since I’m plain and boring. He’s anything but, honestly,”

“Perfect match for you, Kei-chan,” you winked, seeing Keiji’s cheeks turn a bit pink at the inside joke. You laughed again, finishing up the last details on the latte.

“He reminds me a bit of you, actually. But without control or a filter,”

“Maybe I am your soulmate, you just don’t like me,”

“Haha, very funny,” he replied, walking off with a little wave. You wiggle your fingers, waving goodbye to him. After watching your friend leave, your shoulders sag a bit, remembering the young boy with white-and-black hair. Back then, you wouldn’t call it a crush. More of an admiration for the boy with no fears and a clear future. With more experience under your belt, you could admit it was a crush. The boy had stolen your heart and crushed it the last time you saw him.

You clean up the counter as the clock ticks, slowly telling you your shift is coming to a close. You feel like you want to cry, but you don’t know why.

The next day, your phone dings with a text message from Keiji, surprised he would shoot a text. He usually called unless he was busy in a meeting or something. Your eyes glance at the screen, trying to finish your essay for one of your classes. The message doesn’t strike you as immediately needing attention, so you ignore it, focusing on the paragraph you’re typing out.

Another ding takes your attention away from the screen completely, knowing Keiji really needed your attention.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:17 pm]

- Can you bring some fruits to my apartment? I forgot to get some at the store. I’m busy.

[Keiji ❤️ - 12:18 pm]

- please im hungry

The last message startles you, seeing as Keiji always punctuated his texts because, well, he was like that. You quickly typed a reply and made sure to save your document before heading to your kitchen.

[Sweetcheeks😘 - 12:22 pm]

- I’ll be there asap Kei

— 5 years old, Kōtarō Bokuto

“Kōtarō, I need to talk to you,” his mom had said. He looked up at her, a paper hat on his head, a smile on his face. “You need to stop hanging out with [Y/N] so much, baby,”

“Why? Did we do something bad?” He frowned, not understanding. What did he do?

“No, baby, not this time,” she laughed, smiling down at him. Her smile was not full of love and joy, it was sad. “Her mother doesn’t want you two hanging out so much. She said they’ll be moving soon, so I don’t want you to be hurt anymore than you already will be.”

Kōtarō didn’t smile for the rest of the day. After he told his friend they couldn’t hang out anymore, his mother held him in her arms while he cried. It wasn’t fair.

— present day

Kōtarō had been sent home early, with his rut steadily approaching and his fights with Atsumu and Shūgo getting more intense. His ride home was full of anxiety, knowing Keiji couldn’t quite handle ruts very well since he was a Beta. Omegas were meant to handle Alpha ruts all the way through, but Keiji could only handle half of the rut. The last time Kōtarō’s cycle had started, Keiji had to come to where he was, huddled up in an apartment. Keiji couldn’t walk two days after the rut ended, even though he dealt with three out of seven days of the rut.

Kōtarō’s arrival to Keiji’s apartment was slow. His instincts told him to run, but he was able to restrain himself. Keiji opened the door almost immediately after the knock, wrapping his boyfriend in a hug. “I’ve missed you,”

“I’ve missed you, too, Akaashi,” Kōtarō said, indulging in the coffee and minty scent from Keiji, although there was a bit of pumpkin, too. He involuntary let out a growl.

“I had a pumpkin latte earlier,” Keiji immediately said, expecting Kōtarō’s reaction. Instincts came first the closer he got to his rut, Keiji had learned. He could feel the Alpha deflate a bit in his hold, just hugging and scenting. Keiji smiled at that, knowing he would be in for a rough week. “I made a nest. It’s not as good as an Omega’s-“

“You didn’t have to do that,” Kōtarō’s voice was clear and sharp, halting anything Keiji was saying. “You’re not an Omega. You don’t have to act like one,”

“I-I know, Bokuto-san,” Keiji stuttered out, the look in his boyfriend’s eyes startling him a bit. It was intense, but it wasn’t necessarily bad, per se. “I just-“

“I’m not here right now because of your sub-gender. I’m here for you,” Kōtarō’s voice was once again clear and sharp, going right into Keiji’s bones. He’s sure if he was an Omega, he’d be kneeling and begging. For fuck’s sake, he’d have probably entered a heat cycle.

“I know, Bokuto-san. I know,” Keiji leaned against him, reveling in his smell. He couldn’t scent Kōtarō or smell a distinct scent, but Kōtarō obviously came straight to the apartment after practice. He smelled like sweat and deodorant, a strangely pleasant combination.

Kōtarō let out a growl as he felt his rut come on, his hands moving towards Keiji’s ass. In turn, Keiji blushed and cleared his throat, backing up from Kōtarō. He smiled and held up a finger. Kōtarō grinned, straightening his posture. Keiji smiled and ran towards the bedroom, knowing his Alpha was hot on his heels.

The following day, the two lovers were still going at it. Keiji hardly had any rest, only getting his rest once Kōtarō needed to rest, even if Kōtarō claimed he passed out after their third round. A small tease and a mischievous grin had sent Keiji back to being railed by a feral Alpha, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Keiji threw his head into the pillows, drool spilling from his lips and he moaned, having his third orgasm of the day from Kōtarō’s forceful thrusts. On the other hand Kōtarō had only orgasmed once, knotting Keiji and spurring the Beta into a second orgasm almost right after the first. The thrusts didn’t cease, Kōtarō chasing his own release in his mate was the only thought in his mind.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Keiji,” he groaned out, plugging him up with another knot, his orgasm following it. Keiji’s eyes rolled back, digging his nails into Kōtarō’s biceps at the sensation. It stung and was a lot more pain than pleasure, but he couldn’t complain too much.

Kōtarō finished painting Keiji’s walls white, resting his forehead against the man underneath him and catching his breath. Keiji gave him a swift peck on the lips, assuring him he was okay. However, Keiji’s stomach growled at that moment, sending heat to his cheeks.

“I haven’t eaten today,” he realized, talking out loud. Kōtarō may have been an Alpha in a rut, but he was also an Alpha with a mate. Mates needed to be protected and cared for, so his instincts told him he needed to feed his mate. Kōtarō’s eyes immediately went wide. “Don’t move!”

“Ah— sorry! I always forget,” he laughed, adjusting their position so he could lay on his side. Keiji just shook his head, smiling. Kōtarō was a wonderful mate, truly, he just happened to be overly passionate about things he cared for.

Keiji thought to you, how you’d probably enjoy having an Alpha to take care of you. Keiji knew you often overworked yourself and forced yourself to do things, trying to be as independent as possible. He couldn’t be your mate, but he’s had a thought that ends in all sides benefitting - hopefully, at least.

Kōtarō moaned as he slipped from Keiji’s abused hole, the knot finally deflating. “I’ll get you a snack.”

“I have leftovers in the fridge. Bottom left drawer,” he mumbled back, wincing from moving too much. Kōtarō immediately nodded, jogging off to the kitchen, butt-naked. Keiji couldn’t say much. He enjoyed the view.

He winced as he rolled over to his phone, glad he put it on the charger near the Nest yesterday before he got pounded into the mattress. He opened the messages, typing out a quick message for you and sending. He hoped his plan would work out well, but he had faith his calculations were correct.

Hearing the microwave beep meant the food was ready and Keiji still hadn’t gotten a response from you. He typed out another message, hoping you’d actually read this one and put his phone on the floor, face down. Just in time, too, as Kōtarō walked into the bedroom with a freshly heated plate of food.

“Food’s ready!”

— back to you

You had gathered some fruits together, slicing and dicing them as an added flair. Sliced bananas, strawberries, diced watermelon, mangoes, and sliced avocados on slices of bread and cream cheese. You felt like an American middle-aged woman about to attend a brunch with your food choices, but Keiji liked specific fruits specific ways and you knew he only ate avocados on bread with cream cheese.

The ride to Keiji’s apartment only took five minutes, but it felt like it took an hour, your anxiety eating you up at the thought of what Keiji is doing or needs help with. You assumed he needed help with something, but you weren’t positive on what. It could just be as simple as he can’t leave home because his anxiety was too high or it could be something worse — what if his mom got in an accident? The thoughts didn’t stop, making the five minutes much, much longer.

Arriving to Keiji’s apartment, you noticed how dead it seemed outside. You saw a woman on the way up the stairs who gasped as she left her apartment, quickly locking the door and running down the stairs, almost running into you. Confused, you noticed the lights seemed to be off in the other apartments, but that wasn’t too strange. It was a Saturday, but it was midday so people were probably out.

You had a spare key for Keiji’s place, seeing as you often checked up on him; he had a spare for your place, too. Entering the apartment, it was deathly quiet, putting you on edge. There was a certain air about the room that made you feel like you were in a horror movie. As you made your way to the kitchen, you noticed the messily placed dishes in the sink, the shirt in the hallway leading to Keiji’s bedroom, and the duffel bag beside the door. You’re confused. Keiji doesn’t have a duffel bag — not since the old one ripped a couple of years ago.

You ponder whether to go into Keiji’s bedroom or not, worried someone might’ve broken in —that shirt is definitely not his. That’s when you feel a presence. At first, you freeze, wondering if Keiji’s playing a trick on you. It is October after all. You place the container of fruits on the counter and hear a growl, immediately turning around to meet golden eyes and familiar hair.

His eyes were narrowed, obviously pissed, but then his face changed. He seemed confused first, then a dawning came upon him. Next thing you know, you’re picked up and having the life squeezed out of you. “[Y/N]!”

“Kō?” Your tiny voice whispers. You can hardly believe it. Your ex-best friend and childhood crush is in your best friend’s apart— uh oh. “Uh oh,”

“What-Oh?” His voice repeats, looking at you. The Alpha of your dreams is the Alpha of Keiji’s dreams—what a day it’s been. “[Y/N]?”

“I should, um, can you let me down?” He obliged, letting you stand on your feet again. “I need to, um, go. Uh, Keiji wanted fruits so I, uh, brought them. I’m gonna go,” you turned, hoping to tears would stay in until you left. You weren’t expecting Kōtarō to cage you in, effectively trapping you. As a Beta, you didn’t immediately obey an Alpha’s command, but the look in his eyes told you to stay. You obeyed.

“Don’t go. Please,” is all he said, his eyes twinkling. You shook your head, deciding this was a bad idea. “[Y/N].”

“You don’t get to act like nothing happened, Bokuto-san. You stopped being friends with me, remember? I expected you to be breeding an Omega by now. Looks like it was just me,” you spat, feeling the anger you held in boil over. The feeling of your best friend leaving you because of your sub-gender, the feeling of betrayal, remembering how your mother sighed at you and rolled her eyes, telling you she was always right and your friend would never look your way again.

“What?” He peered down at you, no longer hunching over. You realized just how tall he had gotten. “I stopped being friends because you were leaving. You being a Beta had nothing to do with it,”

“Sure, I guess now it doesn’t. Since, you know, you’re with my new best friend. It’s okay, I get it,” you once again tried to leave, but Kōtarō wouldn’t budge. “Move, Bokuto-san.”

“No.” His voice was clear and sharp. You were sure if you were an Omega, you’d be on your knees crying. “I don’t want it to end like this. I want to make amends.” Good thing you weren’t an Omega.

“Well, I don’t care what you want. Let me go,” your own eyes narrowed at him, his face not changing. His body unmoving. You rolled your eyes, deciding to not play this game anymore. Going to duck under Kōtarō’s arm, but his body moved to pin you to the counter. “Dude!”

“You smell different.” Is all the warning you got before you felt his nose in your neck. You felt butterflies at the contact, but also cringed at the display. You then noticed a shadow in the hallway. Attempting to pry Kōtarō off you wasn’t working, so Keiji got to see his boyfriend hunched over you.

“Good, you seem to be getting along again,” he said, a gentle and lazy smile on his face. Surprisingly, Kōtarō didn’t turn around at his mate’s voice, just kept rubbing his nose against you. “I hope you can take care of him,”

“Akaashi Keiji, what the fuck,” you muttered. He didn’t seem concerned his boyfriend was currently nuzzling against you. You noticed the limp in Keiji’s walk and he had one of his hands on the wall.

“I’ve been keeping track of your cycle. You should be ovulating by now. Bokuto-san has told me about his childhood friend before and it took me a while but I figured out it was you,” Keiji kept talking, limping his way to the couch. “I’ll get the fruits later. Bokuto-san, don’t hurt her too much,”

“Hurt me?” You squeaked, eyes widening at the implication. “Keiji, I can’t—“ you started, a scream interrupting your sentence as Kōtarō picked you up and hauled you to the bedroom. He displayed his strength earlier, of course, but the fact you were were on your back in what looked similar to an Omega’s Nest within seconds of the ground leaving your feet was a display that turned you on immensely. If Kōtarō wasn’t currently attempting to strip you, he would have been with the sickly sweet scent you exuded.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he growls out, his hands deciding to rip your very nice shirt into shreds, deciding your movements to get them off were too slow. He offered the same treatment to your bra, your short scream of disbelief when it was torn. He was nice enough to pull off the pants you were wearing, along with your panties. “Ever since my first rut,” he continues, his nose buried against your thighs, his tongue licking a hot stripe against it. You whined at the contact, full on knowing he could smell your arousal. “I thought I’d never find you again.”

“Boku-“

“No. Not here. Call me your Alpha, little Beta,”

“Uh-“ you stopped, unsure of the situation. Kōtarō, regardless of your feelings, was with Keiji. That alone made you hesitant, even if Keiji literally told Kōtarō to go for it. You felt weird having to call him your Alpha anyways, since you were never subjected to those Alpha/Omega relationships. You can’t say you weren’t interested in it, often just having fun with other Betas and maybe an Alpha or two during their ruts (you vividly remember helping an attractive Alpha in your last year at Nekoma, rendering you unable to walk for the next two days). Neither of them called you by your sub-gender, nor made you call them Alpha. You obviously hesitated, taking a trip down memory lane much too long, since Kōtarō’s hand had wrapped itself around your jaw, forcing you to look at him. You didn’t think your old childhood friend would be so.. rough.

“I’m waiting, little one. Call me your Alpha,” he growled out, again. The growling was doing wonders to you, making you wetter by the second. Another growl came out, spurring you to speak.

“I- Alpha, we can’t do this. We need to talk-“

“You can try to talk, but I’m gonna fill you to the brim until my cum is seeping out of your cunt. Let’s see how well you do.” Kōtarō immediately went down to your nether regions, your folds glistening to show him just how turned on you were. Your face was hot, practically burning when his eyes locked on, unmoving from the sight. He wasn’t looking long, getting a startled scream from you as he buried his face between your legs, lapping at your juices. Your hand went to his hair, the hair as soft as you had hoped, as he continued to drink from your pussy as if it was his last drink on earth. Your other hand was bunching up a nearby shirt, one you had left at Keiji’s two days ago after a night of drinks. If you weren’t so busy rolling your eyes into your skull as your mouth hung open, moans spilling from your lips, you’d have noticed the mix of yours and Keiji’s clothes in the Nest.

Kōtarō continued to be relentless, pushing two fingers into your heat as you were clenching your thighs around his head. You were worried you’d hurt him, but he was an Alpha in every shape and form — if he wanted to stop you, he’d do it. He knows he’s in control. Adding a third finger brought you to your first orgasm of the day, feeling exhausted afterwards. Kōtarō rose from between your legs, his eyes immediately finding your glossy ones. He smiled and licked his lips. Then, wiping the slick from his lower face with his hand to get the excess that his tongue couldn’t get and then licking it off, his eyes never breaking contact.

“So sweet, I’m already addicted,” his grin got darker, his body crawling up until his hands were on both sides of your head and his lips were slotted against yours. His tongue darted between his lips, into your already open mouth, deepening the kiss. You were so in bliss from the after-orgasm high and kissing your crush, you didn’t even feel the head of Kōtarō’s cock pushing into you.

Kōtarō threw his head back, moaning at the tight fit. You mewled, it being some time since someone entered you, the feeling almost foreign. It didn’t hurt, thankfully, the wetness Kōtarō created more than enough to help him slide in. He didn’t stop, he just kept pushing in until the beginning of his knot was flush against you. Another growl erupted from Kōtarō, the only warning you got before he pulled out only to slam back in. The sudden movement had your back arching and your head against the plush pillows of the Nest. It was the green light for Kōtarō.

Your knees were pushed to your shoulders, the position momentarily uncomfortable until your mind was replaced with the burning and overwhelming sensation of Kōtarō pounding into you liked a man starved. Moans were bouncing off the walls, along with Kōtarō’s grunts, mixed with the sound of skin slapping skin as his thighs continuously met your ass. Your hands switched from fisting fabric to winding around Kōtarō’s neck as he buried his face into your neck, his panting and grunts loud in your ears. You felt the coming of another orgasm, the familiar tightening in your abdomen and the arching of your back being a few indicators. Your nails raked against Kōtarō’s back, leaving angry red streaks in their place. Another grunt from Kōtarō and you felt a painful sensation you hadn’t felt before — a knot. The added pain before the height of your pleasure sent you over the edge, mewling out Kōtarō’s name as you did.

Kōtarō had you plugged up, him spilling his seed into your hot walls. You whined at the feeling of fullness. He sighed at the feeling himself, indulging in your scent. You figured now was as good as you’re going to get to talk. “Um, Kōt-“

“Alpha.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, rolling your eyes. “Alpha, um, this is an awkward time, I suppose, but can we talk about, like, us?”

“We don’t need to, but we can,” he looked at you, moving his position so you guys were on your sides. More comfortable for each other. “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Okay, um, the Alpha thing is weird, but I’ll let it slide since obviously you’re in a rut. Obviously Keiji isn’t an Omega, so he can’t take you throughout the entire rut. Um, I don’t wanna be your booty call for ruts, this whole situation is so fucking weird-!”

“You’re not the ‘booty call’, as you said. Akaashi mentioned he had a surprise for me, but I didn’t think he’d offer me you. After this, I hope he lets me court you, too. So I can be your Alpha, too.”

“Kō- Alpha, we’re no longer friends because you’re an Alpha. That’s why you broke off our friendship so long ago, isn’t that right? You deserved an Omega, which I am not, but you found Keiji and that is fine. I am not a part of this.”

“I don’t care about sub-genders. That’s why I’m with Akaashi. I stopped being friends because you were moving. It hurt a lot to end things, but I didn’t know what else to do. That was Mom’s advice, at least.”

You were confused. Your mother said it was because he cared about sub-genders, but now he’s saying it was because of the move? Your friendship ended before moving, yes, but it was almost a month before moving. You could have stayed friends, anyways. Did your mother lie to you? Did his feelings change? “My- My mother said you needed an Omega so I-“

“She was wrong. She’s the one who set you up with Akaashi, yeah? She didn’t even care what my family thought about us. That’s in the past, we can move past it.”

“All these years...” you muttered, feeling the tears from before coming back. The knowledge that your own mother forced your friendship to end made you angry, but everything was fine now. Kōtarō was your friend again. At least, you thought he was. “I don’t know if I want a relationship, though,”

“Too bad,” he grunted, his cock leaving you feeling empty. A whine was all you needed to do to have yourself pinned under Kōtarō again, his cock filling you up again. “I’ve been dreaming of this for so long, as if I’ll let you leave so easily.”

Kōtarō continued his relentless pounding into you, the constant fucking rendering your lower area numb. Eventually, your world went black after a— what was it, 6th orgasm? Kōtarō’s second knot was the only thing you remembered before you tuned out completely. The grunting, whines, moans, all of it faded into silence. While you had passed out, Kōtarō panicked, thinking he went overboard. Keiji’s words echoed in his mind: “Don’t hurt her too much.” Was this too much?

Kōtarō, stuck inside you because of his knot, called for Keiji to help him. Of course, Keiji came as fast as he could (not very fast, poor man is still recovering) to see Kōtarō, who is close to tears, above your blissed, fucked, and passed out form. He sighs, shaking his head. “Bokuto-san, I think you went too hard,”

“Akaashi...” he whined, his strong arms curling around you. Even passed out, your body reacted, curling into him as you softly moaned. “Akaashi...”

“It’s okay, she’ll be fine. Her body isn’t used to it. At least, not yet.” A moan from Kōtarō let Keiji know his knot had deflated, him pulling out of your cunt and the copious amounts of cum he filled you with spilling out. It made even Keiji aroused, seeing it seeping out of you. Kōtarō knew he was aroused at the sight and came upon a solution.

“Akaashi! Maybe we...”

Waking up was next thing you remember. You felt so, so full, like you were plugged up in both ends. As you flutter your eyes open. You expected to see your ceiling, having woken up from intense dream or something. You maybe even hoped to see Kōtarō grinning down at you, sweat dripping down his face and his chest. You did not, however, expect to see Keiji smiling down at you, gently caressing your face. “Kei?”

“Hey there, pretty baby. How are you feeling?” The nickname threw you off — Keiji never called you a nickname. He was very formal, even saying your last name until only recently. You obviously showed confusion, or maybe you hesitated, because a rumble was felt behind you, a familiar voice following.

“She’s probably feeling pretty stuffed, Akaashi. Stuffed full inside and out, I hope,” Kōtarō’s voice said. You turned your head, hissing at the pain in your neck, to see Kōtarō grinning at you, just like you hoped. However, wasn’t Keiji resting?

“I should thank you for the fruit. It was delicious and cut up so cutely and delicately. I was getting a bit jealous to hear Kōtarō having so much fun with you. I was hoping to have my own fun with you when he rested after his rut, but he was kind enough to share. Isn’t that nice? I don’t think I can get you pregnant, but I want to try. We’d have such cute babies together, you know?”

“I was hoping she’d carry my pups first, but you can pump her full next time. We have all the time in the world, after all.”

“Excuse me? Wait, wait!” You shouted, suddenly realizing the whole ‘filling you up’ speech wasn’t just an Alpha’s instincts — it was their intention to impregnate you. “I can’t have kids! I’m in school and-“

“I can provide for both of my mates, right Keiji?” Kōtarō said, his eyes holding nothing but love as he gazed at Keiji. It made your heart squeeze at the love between them. Keiji smiled and nodded, deciding at that time to roll his hips. You threw your head back and mewled, sensitive from the consecutive orgasms previously.

“I’m glad you’re still sensitive. There’s no evidence to back it up, but I heard the more orgasms a woman has, the more likely it is she’ll get pregnant. Of course, Omegas have a fertile cycle, but you’re a Beta, so I had to track your cycle for about three months. I hope it was enough.”

“Three months?! Akaashi Kei- oh!” You screamed, feeling Kōtarō move. He was filling up your back entrance, adding to the fullness. Also, it explained why you were on his chest.

“I also need to cut out your caffeine, that’s a bad habit you need to cut out anyways. No more nights of drinking while binge-eating. Your body needs to be in peak condition if it’s going to carry our offspring,”

“I can’t wait till you’re all swollen and wobbling. It’ll be so cute. And then we’ll do it again. And again. And I don’t know if I wanna stop, babe!” Kōtarō laughed, thrusting his hips up, making you jerk at the feeling.

“Maybe we can stop after five. We’ll need a bigger house, too,” Keiji continued, rolling his hips in rhythm to Kōtarō’s thrusts. You closed your eyes, one hand fisting Kōtarō’s hair while the other gripped Keiji’s shoulder, hoping to ground yourself. “You’ll look so beautiful when you’re pregnant. This is what our families want, after all. You’ll bear my children and Kōtarō also gets what he wants in the end. He gets his own offspring. This all works out,” he grunted, snapping his hips after almost pulling all the way out. “In the end, at least.”

If you could form a coherent sentence, you’d tell them to stop, but the only thing on your mind was how stuffed you were. Keiji was thrusting into your puffy, abused cunt that was overflowing with Kōtarō’s cum, rolling his hips every so often to increase pleasure. Kōtarō’s grunts were heightening your arousal and sending you hurling towards another orgasm. Your eyes rolled, your tongue sticking out as you clenched around Keiji, sending him towards an orgasm of his own. A curse and a stutter of his hips and he was spilling his own seed into you. He knew his genes wouldn’t take, not when you’d been pumped by Kōtarō multiple times. He had looked for the chances between a Beta and Alpha genes in a Beta, but he only got Omegas, which were made to take Alpha seed and breed easily. A small part of him wanted to try and overpower Kōtarō, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to compare to the amount you’ve already taken.

Kōtarō was still going, his strong, warm hands holding your knees to your chest, keeping you spread open, as he thrusted up into you. He knew Keiji had finished, the face he was sporting a familiar scene to the Alpha, so Kōtarō was chasing his own high. A high-pitched whine from you as Keiji rolled his hips again, earning a growl from Kōtarō in return. You pant as your hand leaves Keiji’s shoulder, ghosting over your sensitive clit as you attempt to close your thighs, overly sensitive from all the rounds you’ve been forced to go through. Keiji saw your hand brush over it, taking his own hand to replace yours and apply pressure onto the nub, rubbing it.

A scream was ripped from your throat, another orgasm around Keiji’s cock as Kōtarō buried himself, shoving his knot in your tight hole. You were twitching at the extra feeling of fullness, the hot spurts of cum in your ass and the oozing cum from your cunt, even if Keiji was plugging you up. A sigh escaped your lips, your eyes rolling back as he attempted to catch your breath. Kōtarō brought a hand to fondle your breast, earning another whine for him.

“I could get used to this,”

“So could I. Good thing we’ll get to see much more of it,”

You normally would have told them no, attempting to push Keiji off and out of you, but you just sighed, trying to kiss Kōtarō. He smiled and obliged, licking your lips before kissing you, enjoying the taste of you. Keiji smiled at the scene, bringing his mouth to your perky nipple from Kōtarō’s earlier fondling, biting gently on it. You mewled, shifting your legs up Keiji’s hips and he moved in deeper. Kōtarō growled, his hand rubbing the red and swollen nub between your legs. You wouldn’t normally let this continue, but you could hardly think.

If you could think properly, you might have noticed the bags of clothes you don’t remember bringing to Keiji’s. You might have seen the handcuffs nearby. You might have seen the extra lock on the bedroom door, so out of place. You normally would have been able to think properly, but the only thing you could think of was being stuffed with Keiji’s and Kōtarō’s thick cocks, filling you up to the brim.

Sequel -> The Perfect Family [tw includes dubcon/noncon, use of the word r*pe, water torture/attempted drowning, gunplay, pregnancy, blood, abuse (mentally and physically), bit of watersports]

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You flinching during an argument.

| !warning! | violence, unhealthy relationships, abusive relationship, yandere Bts, choking and sexual topics 18+, dubcon, oral [fem receiving & giving], strong language [Jimin has a potty mouth!!!] rough play.

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A/N | the amount of time I’m taking to get these request done correctly is embarrassing i apologize. I hope you don’t mind that I turned this into a whole reaction and that it’s not fluffy...lmk if you’d like me to change it I certainly will.

Forgive me for mistakes, though this is edited.

Kim Seokjin...

“Ok well what was that out there?” He spoke ominously back turned to you. “I- we-.” Laughing at your lack of response, he cut you off. “You fucked up that’s what it was hun.”

“Come sit on the desk, I want to see you apologize for making me look like an idiot.” He spat the last part like it was disgusting on his tongue. Already in deep trouble you decided to follow directions for once.

Turing smoothly in his office chair, you could see the resentment in his eyes. “Go on.” You swallowed thickly, his angered glare drying your throat. “I’m sorry for....correcting you during today’s meeting.” He scoffed, “there was nothing to correct!”

“Jin you can’t always be right, if you took that agreement, you’d never hit anything close to pro-” “who’s the boss? Hm? Who’s name is on this desk you have your tight ass planted on?” Mistakingly you let your eyes roll out of pure annoyance.

“Well excuse me?!” He leans forward quickly out of his chair, causing you to fall opposite of him. Pens poke at your back, his name plaque digging into your arm. Evilly he grins in enjoyment. “Found your place yet?, you seem afraid...afraid I’d hit you?” Wide eyed you nod, trapped like a mouse under its predator. Every inch of confidence stripped as he glared deeply into you. “Good.” Before you could even process his statement, you were harshly distracted by his rough hand landing across your cheek. Your head turns the other way as your right cheek tingles and burns. Chuckling he grips your chin forcing you to look at him.

“Find your place, and if you’ve forgotten it, I can help you find it...just like that,anytime.”

Min Yoongi...

Watching in envy, you pushed miscellaneous papers into the shredder. What a bitch! You saw her watching Yoongi all day just waiting for him to go to his office. So she could prance in there, thong up her ass, low cut shirt...the works.

“Yah! Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Jumping in fear , peeking down you found out what you’ve been shredding. He shoved you to the side turning off the shredder. “All those papers we needed for next week’s evaluation and review meeting...” you looked from the shredder back to him shrugging nonchalantly. Already having Somebody in your boyfriends office flirting him into hard on, the last thing you need is more work. “We’ll go fucking print some more of them.” He demanded his face stiff. Jin never liked you, maybe you’ll have Yoongi fire him.

You walked holding the last remaining sheet fully intact for reference, did Jin really think you were going to the copy room? What a dunce. Ignoring the meeting in progress light you pushed the heavy door open. “Hey y/n I’m sorry we’re in the middle of something.” You could tell he was just laughing at something a tint of red on his cheeks. Him kicking you out...this should be the other way. This hurt. “Me?” You gasped. She turned her silky hair fanning. “Y/n when we’re done I’ll come find you Alright?” She spoke a little above a whisper.“Don’t speak to me.” You glared at her walking further into the office. Obviously she’s confused about her rightful place, and Yoongi is too.

“You, get out.” She stretched her eyes looking back and forth from you to Yoongi. “Now.” “Min you can’t let her kick me out.” She scoffed, “I’ll speak to you later alright.” He smiled warmly,She got up storming from his room. “Yoongi what exactly was that?” He sat back in his chair. “A meeting.” “A meeting with what her left tit?” He closed his eyes harshly at your vulgarity. “No a meeting with your colleague about her position.” He offers the seat in front of him, gladly you take said offer.

“But what you did was uncalled for.” Laughing he leaned forward onto the table. He beacons you to follow, leaning forward you fall right into his trap upset he gripped your face making your cheeks squish. “Don’t ever come back in my office acting this way again, understood?” Nodding the best you could. “Huh? Understood?” “Yeah!” He let go leaving a ache in his wake. Before going back he reached for you again instinctively you pull back as if he was going to strike you. “Hm, I don’t treat you that harsh but I will...keep testing me.” He finished, only coming close to fix your hair.

Kim Namjoon...

Another day held the same daily routine, wake up Joon, cook breakfast, clean get dressed and head to work, work, eat lunch in Joon’s office, work,go home, and restart.

Today Joon had lunch delivered, practically throwing his money like confetti paper, much to the delight of his employees. Both of you sat on the floor of his office, enjoying the home style take out in silence. Without noticing all your attention was being absorbed by your phone. “What’s so intriguing kitten?” Your fingers stopped in their place “just texting a friend.” You looked at him through your lashes before going back to typing. He closed his take out container, he finished his meal and sneakily proceeded onto yours. Surprised by your lack of protests he spoke again.

“Oh yeah? And whose this friend?” He mumbled still chewing. “Someone I might know?” You nodded in response, unsatisfied he got up going to wash his hands in his office restroom. “Their name would be helpful y/n.” Just from his tone alone you could tell he was nearing impatience. “He works here, I’m just helping him...explaining how the log in system works he’s locked out at the moment.”

Joon no longer cared for their name and you knew it. “Oh ‘he’?” You nodded, he came drying his hands with his initialed towels. “New guy...Choi?” You looked up fully for the first time in a while. “Yeah, Soobin.” He nodded,Sitting in his desk turning to some papers. Nothing left to say you looked back down at your massages. “I’d like you to eat though, I don’t want you going hungry.” He ordered you around like a father and you obeyed.

Chewing, you almost choked as Soobin sent a joke that you weren’t ready for. Joon raised a brow, “a funny one huh? Let me see.” He looked down at you hand out flat. Your eyes went doe, there is no way your letting Joon read this vulgar joke. Soobin would be out of a job just as quick as he got one. “C’mon let me see, don’t make me take it.” Maybe he’ll laugh about it too, you gave up the device.

At first he squinted before his eyes grew wide. “ ‘This copy machine looks like the one from those cheesy office pornos....let’s make one?’ Y/N this is who you’re waisting your time on?” Rolling your eyes you went back to your meal, annoyed he didn’t find the harmless joke amusing. “Joon he was joking, it’s not like he knows I’m dating someone.”

You felt wind brush past you and a crashing sound occurred from behind, startled you made eye contact. “I had half the mind to throw that piece of shit at your head.” His angered expression taking you aback, you must’ve forgotten Joon is the extremely jealous type. “Go get it, bring it back to me.” Slowly turning trying not to take your eye off of him, you retrieved the shattered phone. Harshly he took it from your hands. Tapping before turning it to you, “block him.” You flinched at his sudden hand movement. “Don’t flinch away from me, block the bastard, before I’m the one bending you over the copy machine.”

Jung Hoseok...

Slouching in the pool chair you observed as the other women splashed and paddled around like children. You don’t usually go to these types of things, and neither does Hoseok. But this time it was important, he was here solely to kiss butt with his new business partners.

He practically forced you to put on your swimsuit, fully planning on walking you around like a show dog for the evening. Crossing your legs you brought your straw to your lips. You’d planned on getting in the pool, but apparently you weren’t good enough for the other wives...or affairs in the pool at the moment.So to spare the embarrassment you decided to watch.

“Enjoying yourself?” Hoseok came behind you patting your head softly. “Hm I guess.” You placed your drink away. “Hobi I’m ready to go. home.” You pouted, his hand still on the chair he came to your side. “Home? We’ve just got here an hour ago.” Nodding at his true statement you turned to look at him. “Yeah...and now I’m ready to go home.” Rolling his eyes he squatted to your level. “C’mon baby, go make a friend in the pool, splash around yeah?”

“No, I’m tired.” He groaned putting his head on your shoulder. “Y/n, boo don’t be a brat, you wanna go inside, wanna find a bed for you?” “Hm will you stay with me?” He looked over his shoulder, “ah Bruce wants to talk cuts and coverage a bit more, I can show you to a ro-” “nooo hobi!”

Panicking he pinched you to lower your volume. The party in the pool ceased and all eyes were on you. You’d learned how to cheat the system,It usually didn’t take much pouting from you to get your way. “c’mon get up.” He pulled me roughly by my forearm almost making you trip over your feet. He pulled you into the spacious home, up the stairs and into a hall. “Here let’s go in this room hobi.” You could tell by the look on his face hobi didn’t come to rest.

“Do you get off on making me look like an idiot?” He spoke close to your face. “Hey, I told you i wanted-” he covered your mouth with his large hand. “I don’t give a fuck what you want, now shut up and get in that fucking room.” Meekly you followed his order. “I’m sorry hobi.” “Ah I said shut up!” You stood in the middle of the decretive room, “down.” Down on your knees before him he looked down disgusted.

“Now make my cock hard so I can teach you how to use your loud ass mouth correctly.” Hesitantly you leaned forward, he groaned loudly reaching for you making you backwards in response. “Quickly, and don’t you dare run away.” He grabbed your hair, now under his full control.

Kim Taehyung...

“Mm how does it feel being my right hand lady?”

“Well seems like I’m on top of you right now.”

“I love how smart you are baby.”

Taehyung had recently promoted you to his secretary, now you can’t help but be in his office all day. Dreamily he looked up into your eyes as you straddled him. “Round 2 huh?” He huffed making you giggle, “let’s not indulge Taetae.” You nipped at the shell of his ear, he gripped your ass tightly. “What else do you have to do, I distributed your work along all the employees you’re here to have fun!”

“Well the phone has been ringing like crazy let me answer at least one call!” You climbed off, your skirt still scrunched around your waist your panties to the side. “Ahhh the baby wants to feel like a big woman go on answer.” Smiling with accomplishment, you picked up the phone. “Hello this is y/n y/l/n, answering for Kim Taehyung.” It was actually another secretary on the line you took notes as he spoke. You felt so responsible you knew Taehyung would be proud, you looked over to see his approval only to find him not there.

Confused you held conversation, until you felt something warm glide along your thigh making you Yelp. “Ah I’m sorry, Mr Lee, repeat that?” In fear you looked under your desk, mischievously Taehyung winked at you. You went back to the conversation, as he lapped your heat. You were already so sensitive you wouldn’t last a minute more of this. “Stop it please Tae.” You hissed pressing the phone to your chest. He did the opposite, penetrating you with his longest digit. Curling his finger and assaulting your clit, if the lewd sound of slurping could be heard by you you knew it could be heard over the phone. Quickly you hung up, very upset you squeezed his head between your thighs.

“Cumming baby?” “No, quitting.” He pulled back confused “what?” You fixed you panties, pulling your skirt back over yourself. “I asked you to let me do one thing, and still you couldn’t keep off of me.” He crawled from under your desk. “Who was on the phone?” He asked dryly, you looked over your notes. “Mr Lee.” “Oh, he calls everyday for his boss they have nothing to offer so we have nothing to give.” You nodded making a note to avoid his calls. “Anything else?” He shook his head going back to his desk with a deep sigh.

Oh good grief, you huffed falling back into your chair, you’ve gotten upset with him and now he’s going to mope around. “TaeTae, please understand I do actually want to work, we’ve talked about this.” You spun your chair to look at him, he looked at you inquisitively. “Maybe you should go back downstairs, I don’t want to distract you.” You could feel your eyes stretching. “Tae! No it’s not that serious.” “No no, your cubicle is still empty, the largest one.” You crossed your arms. “You’ll get the raise you just won’t be here honey...maybe I’ll offer the position to Sana.” He turned from you to go in his computer. “No, I’m not going.” “Bye Y/n see you tonight.” He mumbled nonchalantly.

“No Taehyung.” He gave a grim chuckle. “Stop being hard headed, go fetch Sana for me will you....love you.” “No kim Taehyung, this is MY job!” The phone rung and you picked it up, “hello this is-” He came pulling the phone from you slamming it to hang it up you flinched harshly. “Y/L/N, I won’t ask you agin, get out or do what I promoted you here to do.” He looked into your eyes devilishly. You complied removing your skirt, playtime was over, you sadly knew your place. “Perfect girl.”

Park Jimin...

“I’ll beat your ass come here. Now.” You stood in his office doorway, fear quaking over you. “Y/n...now.” he leaned on his desk looking you up and down. You walked in to what seemed to be your demise. “The door, close it, lock it.” “Mr Park please.” He got up walking behind you and slamming the door before walking in front of you again. “Where the fuck! Were you.” You looked at him, head fogged unsure of an answer. “I-I Mr Park...I’ve been here at work since 3 AM actually...before you got here.” He laughed lightly.

“I didn’t want your schedule, I know your damn schedule, the meeting today’s meeting.” You toyed with your fingers, “OH...oh Mr Park I forgot you needed me I’m sorry h-how did it go?” “We fucking lost the deal, the information you dug up is what we needed and you were somewhere in LaLa land.” He dug his hands into his hair. “C‘mere.” He sat on the leather couch that decorated his office. “Please Mr Park, I’ll stay late and I’ll beg for another meeting date.” He shook his head “no, c’mere.” You stood still pleading with your eyes. “I’ll drag you by your cheap blow out, bring your ass here.” You shuffled to him, he pulled your dress bending you over his knee.

He pulled your dress up, “Mr Park what will your wife say?” You began to tear up, why would he choose you to give his violent love to. “Ha, she’ll say “fuck me harder” later tonight why?” You shook your head refusing to respond. “Look into the mirror.” You obliged. He pulled his hand up just stoping before it hit you causing you to shudder a jerk violently. “ Do you fear me y/n?” You nodded almost sobbing. “I’ve trained you well...head up...be a big girl.”

Jeon Jungkook...

The whole building was draped in a gloomy mood as Jungkook stalked about looking for something to nitpick. Earlier today you and Jungkook had a falling out on the way to work about how close you were getting with one of your male coworkers. And said coworker that just happened to be your cubicle neighbor. He rounded your area multiple times, chastising said coworker, sending him on errands and putting him down again and again.

Seeing how it was affecting the newbie, you finally turned to Jungkook. “Mr Jeon, can I speak to you.” “No.” He turned quickly before going back to chastise the frightened employee. “Slip up again, and I’ll make sure you’re looking at a deep fryer for the rest of your life Kang.” He whispered just loud enough for you to catch it.

“Mr Jeon please, for a minute.” He clears his throat leaving your area. Your face grew hotter by the minute, you got up going to talk to your distraught friend. “Hey, listen he’s all bark and no bite what do you need help with?” You smiled warmly remembering how it felt to be new in a place like this.

“Well every time I answer the phone and start the question pro-” a heavy hand lands on his and your shoulder “who said this was a social hour y/l/n” a sigh came from deep inside of you. “ Damn it Kookie-” “who? Excuse me?” His eyes widening. “Jungkook- Jeon- I’m sorry...I’m sorry Mr Jeon.” He eyed the two of you “hm...kang get to work, y/l/n you too.” He began to walk away. “Y/n I’ll send you an email, I really need help on this.”

“Email her I dare you.” You spun in your chair “Mr jeon please! He’ll never get better if I don’t.” He rolled his eyes taking off his glasses, “what was he trained for if he can’t use the damn computer?” Everyone in the office was watching the dispute. “Pft I was trained on any of this! I had you holding my hand the whole way why can’t he?” He started waking the other way, his face glowing crimson. “Get in my office, now y/n.” You sat turning to your work. “No Jeon. I won’t.” “Y/n you can come to my office, or clock out and go home for the rest of the damn month.” All eyes on you like this was some cheesy tv drama, you got up following him.

Once in the safety of his four walls you stood hands on your hips “why kookie, why you being a Jackass?” He turned to face you, anger evident. Swiftly he pulled you by your shirt “talk to me like that outside of this office space the way you did today one more time, and you’ll be begging me to fire you. Yeah?” You nodded earning a open palm slap to your cheek, “yeah? Open your slutty mouth like you did for Kang, am I understood?” “Yeah kookie.” Another slap, your cheek began to burn. “Yes Mr Jeon.” He lifted his hand making you flinch in his grip. “Lovely girl, now get out there, and leave Kang alone or else.”

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imgonnapanic · 3 years

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Third gym squad with a theater kid s/o:

Kuroo Tetsurou

Tbh, he knew what he was signing up for when he started dating you.

He’s just not used to it, because he doesn’t have many extroverted friends who aren’t annoying pieces of-

I can envision you both going on the hub to watch pirated musicals. Hamilton, Heathers, Dear Evan Hansen, you name it.

He loooves your singing voice, even if it’s your nervous purposely bad one.

You love the musicals that include allll the good stuff (trauma, death, tragedy, etc.)

Or the iconic ones. You can’t forget about those.

So you’re less-than-thrilled when your school chooses “Honk! The Musical” for this years play.

It’s a spin off of the ugly duckling that no one has heard of.

And when you come up to Kuroo sulking about this boring play you’re emotionally obliged to do, he can’t help but laugh a little.

But his laughter stops when he sees your eyes down at your shoes.

And then he shuts the fuck up because you’re actually upset.

After assuring that you will still be Broadway material even if you’re dressed up as a goose, you feel a little better.

In the two weeks leading up to auditions, Kuroo is starting to get caught humming “A Poultry Tale” at practice.

I mean, his Spotify feed went from Kendrick Lamar to Legally Blonde within one month of dating you, so cut the guy a break.

The day of auditions, you’re a bundle of nerves as you go over the dumb song again and again.

And Kuroo is like “calm down babe you’re gonna do great.”

That sure did a ton.

“Shut up Heather”

...

“Sorry Heather”

He’s also a bundle of nerves at practice, though. He just couldn’t let you see it.

By now, all of the Nekoma team knows you’re auditioning today, and the minute he walks in he just holds up a hand.

“They’re auditioning as we speak”

He’s not surprised when you get the lead.

He looks like the cat who ate the canary he’s a little amused when he figures out the lead is named “Ugly” but by now he has learned to keep it on the inside.

Your schedule is now jam packed, but that’s okay, because Nationals are also coming up for Kuroo and needs to put in some extra hours at the gym anyways.

You better believe two months later Kuroo is making his entire team buy a ticket.

Kuroo didn’t even get to see you on opening night because of dress rehearsals, but that’s okay.

He cleared his entire schedule that day and now has time to wallow in his own excitement and buy you some flowers.

He’s there with the squad team at 6PM sharp, dressed up, and trying to keep his dignity.

When you first walk on stage, the team snickers a little bit at your costume, but Kuroo was completely enraptured by your singing voice, your blocking, your makeup, everything.

This was much better than the demo CD that they had given you.

Afterwards, he gives you your flowers and is glued to your side for the rest of the night, babbling about how proud he was of you, and how talented you are, Nekoma team be damned.

Tsukishima Kei

Tsukki-poo already had a soft spot for the arts before he met you.

Not that he would tell anyone, ever.

When you started dating him though, it gave him an excuse to share his favorite soundtracks.

“you can hit that note, you know.”

*cue the arguing about how you aren’t Barbara Streisand*

When you two are walking through the hallway with him and you see the poster reading “Auditions for Karasuno High School’s ‘The Little Mermaid’ are open!” You start freaking out.

You love that movie! And Kei tolerates it!

Kei honestly thought you would be Ariel/Prince Eric when he first heard you singing “Part of Your World”

Like, you have the voice of a fucking lark. The directors have to be batshit crazy not to cast you.

In his humble opinion.

So he’s a bit taken aback when you get the role of Flounder, but he’s very proud anyways. Especially after you explain that there’s musical numbers that you’re in that aren’t in the movie.

He just hates your director for no reason now.

Practicing your lines with him in your free time becomes almost inevitable because you both have nothing else better to do.

And he can see how into it you are.

And let me just say that you are killing it.

Seriously. You have no problem getting into character, and Kei doesn’t say this much but-

It’s fucking adorable, okay? He has little goth moths in his stomach.

And he can’t wait to see the show, because then he can show you off.

That doesn’t mean he likes the other first years prying at your progress.

Hinata’s incessant questioning about theater anatomy and the memorization of your lines gets really annoying.

Even for someone with a normal temper like you-

“Yes it’s called the right wing. NOT wing spiker. Yes they’re off book. Now will you shut your trap already?”

Dress Rehearsals come, and you’re spinning around his room, face morphing from complete concentration to happy, go-lucky Flounder.

You, Kei, and Yamaguchi (your little third wheel-) all know the soundtrack pretty much up and down, left and right, backwards and inside out.

He still shivers remembering the time you just walked into his house not registering that Flounder’s makeup looks kind of scary up close-

All of his pride was sacrificed that day. All of it.

On the morning of opening night, Kei was walking you to the school, pretending to be bitchy about it being on a Saturday.

“C’mon, what am I supposed to do all day?”

As luck would have it, he’s stuck sitting next to one Hinata Shoyo. Lovely.

So he sat down next to him, and ignored him the whole show. I mean, it worked, he shut up after thirty seconds.

After the show, Kei has to wait a bit for you to take your makeup off, but when you come running out, he can’t hold back a tiny grin.

“That was good. I’m proud of you.”

And then he took you to dinner because singing makes a bad bleep hungry 😌

Bokuto Kotarou

Listen, you’re loud, Bokuto’s loud-

So basically you two are on a mission to not annoy Akaashi for as long as you can before inevitably getting yelled at for your affection and love and shit.

Now, both of you would love for this to be possible.

But the Frozen soundtrack makes it too difficult.

Especially when you can edit the lyrics just to piss off Konoha.

“Turn away and slAm the door *on Konoha”

“The wind is howling like the storm inside *of Konoha”

The possibilities are endless, really.

The game changer is when you two are belting out the song where Elsa and Anna are arguing.

And you accidentally hit the “I-i-I CANNNNT”

Akaashi is like for the love of GOD just audition for the play.

He quickly realizes that his suggestion was not a good idea.

Since guess what the musical is.

You’re auditioning as a joke, okay? You love Frozen, but this is a Fukurōdani Academy level play.

You didn’t expect to land the role of Olaf.

Your director sat you down and bluntly told you that he thought that you had the charisma and energy to be Olaf, but he knew that you were auditioning for a joke.

He needed you to be committed.

And hell yeah, you were gonna be committed.

At first, Bokuto was super proud of you! His s/o as a lead role? So impressive!

You even taught Bokuto your choreography for “In Summer”

He only retained half of it, but eh.

He’s a volleyball player. He tried.

As rehearsal times became longer and longer, Bokuto was a little upset at himself because he didn’t realize how committed you were until it hit him in the face.

Akaashi is there to get him out of his funk when you aren’t, though.

“They feel the same way when you need to be in the gym longer. It’s just a part of having a passion. Just utilize your time with them wisely.”

This bitch knows full well Bokuto doesn’t do ‘wise’ though, so he also sets to him a little more.

Dress rehearsals start, and Bokuto is always waiting for you to come out of the auditorium to ride the bus home.

You’re just bubbling over with stories about the magic of being on stage.

The lights, the microphones, the costumes, just talking about it makes you nostalgic already.

On opening night, Bokuto and Akaashi are there in the front row, going through the program.

“There’s y/n!!!!”

And you can’t see him because of the blinding spotlight, but you can hear Bokuto cheering for you after you finish “In Summer”

Afterwards he gives you a big hug, and you guys go home and watch Frozen.

Akaashi Keiji

When you start dating Akaashi in your second year at Fukurōdani, you’ve been on stage for the last ten years of your life.

Singing, acting, dancing, you love it all.

You’re even considering making it your career.

Akaashi doesn’t know much about theater at all, but he makes sure to do his research since it’s such a big part of your life.

The company you take acting classes with is having their winter show soon, and you couldn’t be happier when you figure out it’s ‘Into the Woods.’

Akaashi makes the mistake of asking the plot of the story.

“So basically there are these two infertile bakers with dead parents and there’s this witch that’s old and wrinkly and she comes to their house because fifty years ago the bakers dad stole her veggies and took the magic beans that made her look old and wrinkly-“

(A/n: this isn’t even half the plot)

He decides he’ll figure it out when he sees the play.

Akaashi knows that it’s a difficult one, though.

Sondheim doesn’t fuck around.

So you shouldn’t be beating yourself up about cracking on some of the high notes and screaming into your pillow.

He feels like an idiot every time you ask him to give you constructive criticism.

He doesn’t know what to say. “That was good” is obviously not what you want to hear.

When the date of your audition rolls around, he has early morning practice.

So he sends you a text saying how far you’ve come already and he’ll be proud even if you end up being a tree and break a leg (he’s very proud of that part. Theater lingo with Akaashi 101)

He’s very pleased to hear through your extremely fast and animated chattering that you killed it.

You were going to be Jack from “Jack and the Beanstalk.”

He’s still not sure how that correlates with infertile bakers, but he’ll go with it.

You also have a notoriously hard solo, “Giants in the sky.”

Akaashi is very impressed.

All you two do is practice that song, until Akaashi is half sure he could sing the song if he really gave an effort.

(He tries seriously one time. He can’t sing. To save his life. Sorry Keiji and RIP y/n’s ears.)

“Maybe you’re just not a soprano?”

“I’ll leave the limelight to you.”

Rehearsals always leave you drained. There are so many dance numbers in the play that you have to go over.

And songs, oh god, the songs are pieces of work.

But you wouldn’t trade it for the world, so Keiji stays close, and is endlessly supportive.

You sent him a picture of your Jack costume, and Keiji is like that is kind of adorable ngl-

He walks into the auditorium you’re performing in, and even he’s nervous to be in there. It’s huge.

But when you walk on the stage, and start belting, all the breath leaves his lungs.

Oh. Ohhhhhhh. He understands the plot now.

#kuroo #haikyuu headcannons #tsukishima #akaashi #bokuto #kuroo x reader #tsukishima x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #kuroo headcanons #tsukishima headcanons #akaashi headcanons #bokuto headcannons #haikyuu

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All The World Seems At Ease Tonight

a.k.a. Christmas Fic

Three years of Christmas Eve for Ethan and Chiara.

Warnings: some kissing, some cliché like mistletoes, mutual pining in the first part, other than that just fluff fluff fluff

Words count: 4 300

Author’s note: Here we are, in times when Valentine’s Day fics are being posted, I finished my Christmas Fic. Yay! It was supposed to be made of three equally long parts but I went crazy with the first one (it was my first time writing about Book One and I just truly enjoyed it). However, I hope you enjoy <3

Intern Year

It took longer for Ethan to finally walk the deserted corridor than he expected, but he decided to work on Christmas Eve for a reason – as he did every year – and checking on patients had to be the main priority. Of course it had to.

Yet, his steps carried him more swiftly than usually and he could feel his forehead ache from the constant concerned furrow of his brows. Naveen was feeling especially unwell these past two days and Ethan hated the idea of his older friend left alone and in pain on the day he loved that much.

Not that Ethan understood. Christmas, as every other holidays made no sense to him and if it was up to him, the whole nonsense would be erased and never celebrated again. But Naveen loved the festivities and the ‚merry spirit‘ of them, and so Ethan tried his hardest to keep him company for as long as he could.

Crossing the corridor enough to see the door of Naveen’s room, Ethan’s heart jumped in his chest as he noticed that they were slightly ajar.

Damn the man if he tried to take a walk.

Opening the door to the room fully, a soft breath of relief left Ethan at the sight of Naveen peacefully laying in his bed, his eyes closed but a gentle smile formed on his lips.

And he was not alone.

Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat again.

He couldn’t move, he couldn’t form a coherent sentence, he just kept standing in the doorway, devoured by the scene in front of him.

Chiara was sitting at one of the chairs next to Naveen’s bed, her back turned to the door and a small book in her hand.

And she was reading aloud.

„In fact I have no other choice

than, being alive, to live.

And every day,

into its every moment,

I lead this highly destructible body.

And if hope morse-signals: life

while hopelessness outruns possible death,

my decision is made -

I side with hope.

You can find me anytime

near its hidden paths.

Talking or silent.

I guard the human dream.

And I hold out

where I stand.“

Ethan’s throat tightened and he thanked the universe for the fact that the two doctors – the two doctors that meant so much to him – haven’t yet noticed his presence.

He was not sure what exactly made him feel the emotions currently filling his mind, and he could easily blame it on the merry spirit of Christmas, had he believed in it.

Maybe it was the melody of Chiara’s voice as she read the poem, so soft and gentle and beautiful. Or maybe it was a sight of Naveen, sick and weak and dying and yet looking so peaceful.

Perhaps it was the combination of both, the woman that captured his mind more often than he was willing to admit and the man that was like a father to him, spending time together in a perfect harmony, the air around them so serene it made Ethan wonder if his interruption would even be a welcome one.

„This one was my favorite,“ Naveen spoke into the silence, although he didn’t open his eyes.

„You said that after I finished the one before,“ Chiara chuckled softly, closing the book in her hands.

It was a miracle – not that Ethan believed in those – that Naveen managed to laugh at Chiara’s reponse without coughing. They looked almost... normal. As if his life was not ending anytime soon.

„It truly is a pity that there are only so few of his poems translated to English.“

„When you get through this,“ Chiara replied and Ethan hated that he could hear the sad smile in her words, despite not seeing her face at all. He had no right to know her that well. „You should learn the language and translate all of his poems.“

Naveen only hummed in a response, letting them both believe for a blissful moment that he would get through it.

It was the time for Ethan to make them aware of his presence. He coughed politely and stepped inside, doing his best to maintain a stoic mask on his face.

„Ethan!“ Naveen smiled brightly, just as brightly as Chiara did when she noticed Ethan, and for a moment it was easy to forget who they were, where they were.

„What are you doing here, Dr. Ray?“ Ethan asked instead of greeting and almost immediately winced at the choice of his words, knowing that he sounded rather rude.

When truly, he was simply surprised. He was not aware of Chiara working today.

„I am sorry, Dr. Ramsey,“ her bright smile turned into somehow sheepish one and she put the book on her chest, as if it could serve as a shield protecting her from Ethan’s inevitable anger. „All my patients are stable so I stopped by to keep Dr. Banerji company, at least for a while.“

„And what a pleasing company it was!“ Naveen exclaimed, shooting Ethan a reprimanding look, obviously not pleased by his behavior. „Are you finished with your tradition?“

Ethan tensed visibly and only gave away a stiff nod, the last thing he wished to share the tradition with the younger doctor.

„The... tradition?“ Chiara dared to ask despite his less than kind reaction. „I didn’t take you as someone with Christmas traditions.“

„I am not,“ Ethan spoke flatly, sitting on the chair on the other side of Naveen’s bed.

There were seconds of rather awkward silence between them before Chiara stated that she would leave them alone, wished Naveen Merry Christmas while hugging him and left the room.

It was as if warmth of the air went with her.

It didn’t take long for Naveen to chew Ethan out for how he behaved to Chiara – and Ethan noticed the affection, the gentleness lacing Chiara’s name as Naveen said it. He was right, of course. Ethan was hard for no reason and he wasn’t proud of himself, but what was he supposed to do? Ever since getting back from Miami, it was becoming more and more difficult to control his actions with her.

But Naveen was right. He had no right and he should make it all better.

And so after Naveen made it clear he would like to sleep, Ethan checked the schedule to make sure none of Chiara’s friends were working and then with a bated breath clicked on Chiara’s contact.

E: Where are you?

The reply came almost immediately, a sign that there was not emergency – which Ethan wasn’t sure he considered a good sign or not.

C: The on-call room. Why?

It didn’t really make sense to Chiara, why was Ethan texting her, him of all people. If there was an emergency, he could have easily paged her.

The answer to her question came quickly.

E: I am about to grab some take-out. I was wondering if you would care to join me in my office to share a meal.

Saying that Chiara gasped would be an understatement. She had to blink twice to make sure she was not missing a message stating that he sent it to the wrong number. But no.

C: Are you inviting me over for a Christmas dinner?

E: Do not be ridiculous. Do you like Italian kitchen?

C: Sure.

E: 9 PM, my office, then.

And then nothing. Chiara was almost absolutely sure that she was dreaming, because there was no way the same Dr. Ramsey that has been avoiding her ever since the conference would be inviting her for a – definitely Christmas – dinner.

But free food is free food and she would be lying if she said she wouldn’t welcome a distraction. No matter how hard she tried to stay positive, she missed her family terribly today.

And Ethan was a rather pleasant distraction after all.

At 10 PM, with her risotto eaten, a paper cup filled with an apple juice – the best option for a toast for them - she managed to get in the cafateria in her hand, Chiara found herself sitting comfortably at the leather couch in Ethan’s office, one of her leg crossed over the another, her white coat shrugged off and hanging over the arm of the couch.

It surprised her to see Ethan next to her, looking almost equally relaxed. One of his arms was draped over the back of the couch and Chiara could feel the warmth radiating from the skin of his hand, on her neck.

"So... is there a point in asking you about the tradition Dr. Banerji mentioned?" Chiara asked after finishing her drink, mischievous sparks dancing in her irises.

"No," Ethan replied immediately, although his voice wasn't nearly as stern as he wanted it to be. The right corner of his mouth twitched slightly, Chiara noticed, as if her question amused him.

Ethan wanted to share it with her, he almost let it slip, but he made a promise in Miami - to her or rather to himself, he didn't know - and damn him if he didn't keep that promise.

Professionals.

That's all they should, all they could, be.

And as if to prove himself wrong in the very next moment, he spoke again, asking a question that professionals shouldn’t want to ask.

"Are you going to share your reason for not visiting your family over Christmas?"

Chiara shrugged, her smile not quite faltering but losing some of its brightness.

He didn’t mean to pry, but he was curious. Chiara mentioned home and family fairly often and back in Miami, he could hear her on the phone with her mother – and it was exactly the kind of call a child and a parent that love each other share.

He found it only logical that Chiara would want to spend Christmas in San Francisco.

“I am not sure I would get that many free days as an intern.”

“All your friends have gotten three free days, so would you. It is not much, but it enough to take a quick trip to San Francisco.”

She laughed softly, her gaze strained with the thought or memories, Ethan didn’t know.

“We don’t celebrate Christmas at home since…” she stopped herself and cleared her throat and it didn’t take a diagnostician to see that she was looking for a way to tell Ethan enough without telling him the whole truth.

“It has been six years since we celebrated in San Francisco. For these last years, me, my mom and my sister travel abroad at the time of Christmas. This year, they are in Singapore,” she chuckled and turned to Ethan, a smile on her face wide, however her gaze still lost in the haze. “I am sure three days wouldn’t be enough for a quick trip to Singapore.”

Ethan laughed shortly at that and shook his head, no that would not, and he fought the urge to ask more, to get to know her more, to tell her about his mother, because professionals.

That is why Chiara hasn’t asked him back, why are you working today?, because he made it clear he wanted to keep things professional and she was not brave enough to push him again.

“I would want to stay in Boston anyway,” she added after a while, looking away again and she was biting her lips nervously.

Ethan didn’t want her to be nervous around him but damn, her teeth sinking into her lower lip and her cheeks flushed slightly and it took the last remnants of his strength to repeat the word in his head, professional, professional, professional.

“Why?” he asked.

“Well I knew that Dr. Banerji would be here and I thought it would be nice to spend some time with him. And I didn’t know if you would be here so,…”

She trailed off, not knowing what else to say and when she turned to Ethan, it surprised her to see how close he has gotten, his whole upper body slouching to her and his face so close she could feel his breath on her face.

And it would be easy to believe that he was only listening intently, that was the reason of his sudden proximity, it would be right to believe so, but Chiara was anything but stupid.

“Ethan,” she exhaled quietly and noticed how his pupils dilated at the sound of his name rolling off her lips.

She raised her hand and rested it on his cheek slowly, waiting for his reaction.

And in that moment, there were many words swirling through Ethan’s mind but professionals was not one of them.

He leaned closer, so close his lips brushed Chiara’s ever so softly and-

-and her pager went off.

Chiara stood up abruptly and took the pager out of her pocket.

“I guess that’s my call,” she smiled and it didn’t go unnoticed by Ethan that she sounded out of breath, that his effect on her was as strong as hers on him and he cursed himself for letting the damn word slip out of his mind.

He also cursed himself for not kissing her earlier, so that he could feel her lips fully before the pager went off.

“Merry Christmas, Ethan,” Chiara smiled at him for the last time and left the office before he could respond.

And Ethan thought that if he could celebrate the Christmas like this, with her, every years, maybe the holiday wouldn’t need to be erased.

Second Year

“So you already finished this tradition of yours today?” Chiara asked with that sweet, innocent smile on her lips as she stood between Ethan’s legs as he kept sitting on his chair, gently removing his glasses.

Only then she kissed the bridge of his nose softly, caressing his cheek with such care it almost didn’t make sense to Ethan.

“Yes,” he smiled back at her, enjoying their position and the fact that for once, Chiara was above his eye level and he had to raise his head to meet her gaze.

“And you are not going to tell me what it is?”

“No,” now it was Ethan’s turn to smile all-too-innocently and he knew Chiara was burning with curiosity.

He wouldn’t mind telling her now, but he would lie if he said that he was not enjoying seeing his Chiara, usually so composed and calm, freaking out about his secret Christmas tradition.

She leaned down to capture his lips and Ethan wondered if that was a part of her plan because if she’d continue to roll her tongue like that, he would tell her everything she would wish to hear.

And she knew that.

Ethan grabbed the back of her thighs, making her stumble slightly and sit in his lap and soon their kiss turned into proper make out session, his hands roaming her bare torso hungrily while her hands tugged on his hair, leaving them in the disheveled state she adored so much.

Before their Christmas evening could turn into the gala’s sequel – the memory still fresh in Ethan’s mind – Chiara pulled out with a reluctant sigh.

“My mom and Alicia told me to say Merry Christmas from them to you.”

Ethan nodded in thanks, however he couldn’t contain a sigh leaving him. He knew Chiara missed her family.

“Do you regret staying here instead of going with them?”

“Are you crazy?” Chiara laughed and unlike last year, Ethan remembered, her laugh was sincere and full of joy. “I am cold enough here in Boston. I wouldn’t wish to freeze to death in freakin’ Iceland.”

Not able to stop himself from rolling his eyes, Ethan let out a soft laugh too, however he had to agree with Chiara – the woman was cold all the time. He couldn’t imagine her hitchhiking through Iceland – a trip that evolved from what Chiara called ‘her mom’s middle age crisis’ idea’.

“And again, with the time off I took after the senator’s attack and Edenbrook’s closing, I wouldn’t be able to leave for three weeks.”

“You know I would sign off your vacation, three weeks or not,” Ethan mumbled into her neck.

Chiara smacked his arm lightly, an amused grin on her lips.

“And that, Dr. Ramsey, is not at all professional.”

Ethan wanted to argue that he could think of many not at all professional activities that happened in this very office, but sometimes not reminding himself of his terrible failure at staying colleagues was for the best.

Not that this relationship was by any means a failure. Letting himself fail his principles for once in his life turned out to be the best decision he has ever made.

“I knew you would be working,” Chiara added much more seriously and she was, of course, right. There were reasons Ethan was dedicated to work every Christmas Eve, reasons he never talked about but were enough for him to not to break the habit.

“And you would rather spend your Christmas at work with me, than in Europe with your family?”

“Yes,” Chiara stated simply, not a single hint of doubt in her voice. None.

Who knows how much longer we are going to work in this hospital together, she thought but didn’t say it aloud, not wanting to ruin the bright mood.

Checking his watch, Ethan gestured at Chiara to stand up and followed her in her tracks, trying his best to tame the mess his hair has become.

“I am going to pick up the food. Are you going to join me?”

“Nope, I still need to check on some patients. I will accompany you to the nurses’ station.”

They left the office together and Ethan still couldn’t quite comprehend this new reality for them, the life where they walked the corridor freely next to each other, Ethan’s hand put on Chiara’s lower back gently, and he didn’t need to worry about anyone seeing them.

“Dr. Ray, Dr. Ramsey,” Marlene smiled at them from the desk and noticing Ethan’s relaxed shoulders, she dared to go on. “Didn’t you want to spend your Christmas outside of the work?”

Chiara shrugged and smiled widely, not giving Ethan a chance to ruin Marlene’s mood by his sour response – it didn’t matter how relaxed he was, he couldn’t stand people asking him personal questions.

“We like to work. Someone has to do it even today, right?” she smiled at the nurse.

“Maybe you could engage at least in some form of Christmas cheer, hm?” Marlene gestured at the green adornment above their heads and Chiara couldn’t contain her smirk when she noticed what it was.

Mistletoe.

“Absolutely not,” Ethan stated, his arms crossed at his chest. “We are at work. I will not fuel rumors by indulging in such public display of physical affection.”

Chiara raised an eyebrow at him and Ethan was not sure if she was trying to remind him that the office’s walls were still made out of glass and therefore their earlier escapades could be very well considered a public display of physical affection, had anyone come by, or-

“Ah,” Marlene laughed loudly. “You didn’t mind to fuel those rumors at the gala not even three weeks ago, Dr. Ramsey.”

Ethan’s cheeks flushed brightly but it was clear at the moment that those two women would not let him leave that easily.

Sighing reluctantly, he planted a quick – yet gentle – kiss at Chiara’s cheek and muttering ‘food’ left the corridor.

“What are you doing to the poor man, Dr. Ray,” Marlene whispered as she watched his retreating form, winking at the young redhead she came to like very much.

Third Year

It seemed like it would become their very own tradition, to share their Christmas dinner behind the walls of Ethan’s office.

Chiara was extremely tempted to join her mother and Alicia this year – after all, it is at least warm on Mauritius and Chiara deperately wished to feel warm for a while. But with Leland not that approving of her relationship with Ethan – with her boss, as he reminded them – she wouldn’t dare to ask him for two weeks of vacation.

And maybe she was secretly thankful that he made that decision for her – she missed her family, but she couldn’t imagine sending Ethan beach pictures while he would be working. And she knew he would be working.

It took her by surprise, by the most beautiful surprise, when Ethan asked her if she wouldn’t want to spend New Year’s Eve in San Francisco – there was no doubt they would get three or four days off for that – and that he would accompany her, if she would like that.

Only then she found out he exchanged messages with her mother rather regularly and they came up with the idea together, actually.

And so there she was – walking down the long corridor of renewed Bloom Edenbrook’s hospital, a patient chart in one of her hands and a Christmas card she got from one of the patient in the other. Chiara only needed to drop the charts off at the nurses’s station and she was free to enjoy her take-out with Ethan for as long as their pagers would remain silent.

After checking everything twice and making sure she wasn’t needed anywhere, she stepped into the office, smiling at the sight of a single candle glowing in the middle of Ethan’s desk – maybe the idea of this truly being a Christmas dinner was finally getting on him.

„Before we start,“ Chiara spoke first, taking a seat next to Ethan on a couch. „I saw you leaving a paediatrics wing today and I know you have no patient there. Is that your tradition?“

She normally wouldn’t really care about Ethan being somwhere weird, but this was their third Christmas together and there were many, many attempts on Chiara’s side to get the information out of Ethan through the years, only for him to resist.

And it was beginning to be ridiculous.

„Yes,“ Ethan rolled his eyes but he didn’t really seem anyhow bothered. He hugged Chiara’s waist and put a lingering kiss on her temple, her smell intoxicating him even after years of knowing it. Knowing Chiara.

„So what exactly is it what you do there?“

„I read books to the kids that have to stay here and are alone. I am not dressed as Santa,“ he added quickly, noticing Chiara’s curious eyes. „I just come there, bring some books with me, read them for as long as I can. It’s not much, but...“

Chiara turned to him fully now and whispered: „It is more than much,“ before kissing him softly, pouring all the love she felt into the simple act of their lips meeting eagerly.

And she still wondered, how was it that it was her, that she was the privileged one to see this side of Ethan Ramsey, the side that reads book to sick kids and hugs overwhelmed mothers and buys a candle because he knows his girlfriend loves candles on the Christmas table.

„Didn’t you want to spend this Christmas with Alan?“ Chiara asked between the kisses, genuinely curious – the relationship between two Ramsey men was finally good, after all.

„He knows I will come tomorrow. I wanted to work today.“

„You... wanted to work?“ Chiara leaned back and shot him a confused stare.

She knew that it was Ethan’s habit to work on Christmas Eve, but it never occured to her that it was something he truly wanted.

Ethan leaned into the back of the couch, exhaling slowly before responding.

„I never had anyone waiting for me at home on Christmas. And I made sure, every year, that I would be working on Christmas Eve, because me working meant someone else being able to go home. When I work, it might guarantee another doctor to spend his evening with his family, his kids.“

There was a mix of emotions in Ethan’s eyes, even if his voice was steady – a gentlesness mixed with pain and perhaps even anger.

„I believe that parents should be home for Christmas. I am aware of our job being demanding, but no child should feel left behind because their parents have important job. If there is only one of the fellow doctors that is able to play board games with his kids now because I am here – we are here – working, then yes, I want to work.“

He propped his head on the back and closed his eyes for a while and it stunned Chiara how peaceful he looked, how content. She squeezed his hand, however before she could say anything, Ethan spoke again.

„Until that is something we have, I am more than happy to spend my Christmas Eve’s here with a take-out and you.“

It seemed like he didn’t even realize what he just said, his position, his expression not changed.

But Chiara noticed.

Until that is something we have.

They never really talked about family. Future. They loved each other, there were no doubts about that, and they enjoyed planning the upcoming months of their lives. Chiara knew she wanted to spend her life with Ethan. And deep down she knew that he felt the same – that they didn’t go through that much for him to just let her go.

But the statement left her speechless nonetheless.

It wasn’t even that much about him saying that there might be an option for a family in his future – Ethan changed a lot after all.

It was the way he said, with such easiness, such certainity, without a single doubt, until that is somethig we have.

We. Us.

It was his third Christmas with Chiara and Ethan knew that if it hadn’t been for her, he would still wish to erase Christmas from the existence of an universe.

#open heart #open heart choices #open heart fanfiction #ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #christmas fic #chiara ray

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cherripeach · 3 years

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Chapter 10

Little Match Maker

Summary: Your life motto is “I have the power of god and anime on my side, don’t mess with me,” and you stand by that with your life. No human, magician, or random creature could ever stop your firm belief in it.

However, getting transported to this world that seemed to turn your already bad luck worse was not what you wanted to be in your life story, but you made the most of it. Making friends, enemies, and disasters, you were in your prime in this world, and so you decided to help as many people as you could flourish, at least what you believed to be.

Chapter 1:5 i’m jared 19 and i never learned how to read

Warnings: Curse words, implied sex jokes

Words: 3.4k

Relationships: developing but future twstxreader

You three made it to homeroom right before the final bell rang, meaning none of you were late which was boring in your opinion. Being fashionably late especially on the first day just shows character.

The classroom was full of caldrons like from Harry Potter but also full of lab coats like a science lab. There were also just shelves with glass covering them full of plants that you have never seen before and ones you hoped to never touch because you are 100.69% sure they can kill you. Then, there were just shelves of bottles of potions like in the movies which you also did not want to touch not for fear of death but because they could turn you into a frog or something which sounded kinda cool now that you thought about it. Still, you were not going to do it.

Your teacher, however: a hottie. He obviously knows about style and fashion if his dual colored hair and his fur coat are anything to go by. He also had a perfectly shaped face with sharp eyes that you just couldn’t look away from. The whip in his hand told you enough about his life outside of school, and the collar at the end of it also told you enough. This man was def not someone to disrespect, and ngl he could yell at you. That’s for another time; you just hoped you could stare at the man for the entire class.

Once you and your three friends put the lab coats and goggles on and went to your seats (you assumed because Ace and Deuce dragged you there), the gorgeous man started to lecture, “I see you’re the fresh new faces who will be joining my class today.” He walked around the classroom and gazed at everyone’s figure. “Hm~ What an unusual hair color. Not bad at all, I say. Be careful not to take too long to finish, understood?” He made it to your group of seats near the back and stopped, “My name is Divus Crewel.” His gaze was caught on you for a couple of seconds until he returned to walking around the classroom, “You shall refer to me as Master Crewel, if you please.” He had the most miniscule smirk when he turned back to meet your eyes.

You turned to Ace with your wide eyes and muttered, “Please tell me he gets you hot and bothered too.”

Ace just glared and spat back at you, “Only you are dealing with those feelings.”

Master Crewel clapped his hands twice, “Come, settle down. It’s time for class to begin. First off, a few disclaimers.”

The entire class ceased the side conversations, and you even placed the weight of your chin on your hands with your elbows on the desk so you could balance your newfound crush for him.

The magnificent man just lightly placed the edge of the whip on his desk, “I shall have your tiny brains remember hundreds of names of medicinal herbs and poisonous plants. And mushrooms are a whole different topic. I’ll have you remember them so that you don’t accidentally poison yourself if you eat some when you go for a walk. Dogs love to eat anything they see, after all.I don’t want to see anyone getting a failing mark during the exam, so I shall be as strict as I can.”

You don’t even remember what he was saying, but you just nodded the entire time. This was a class you knew you were going to stay awake in. Your eyes were still stuck on his figure, and you knew just from looking at him that you may not have a failing grade because you bet you were going to ask for help.

Your three idiots were seemingly having a conversation next to you while your brain was stuck in your fantasies of after school tutoring.

Your mind was stuck in your fantasy until the end of class when someone had to use his textbook to smack the back of your head, “Ouch!” You spun around only to find Grim and Ace behind you with a textbook in Ace’s hand.

Grim snickered out behind you, “You deserved that, Prefect. Even I, the Great Grim, was paying more attention in this boring class.” By the end of the sentence he sighed all of it out.

“Come on. Let’s not be late.” Deuce grabbed his stuff and motioned to your group to leave.

You lightly and neatly put up your lab coat and goggles because male Cruella De Vil was still situated at the front of the class, and you had to look good in front of him.

“Have a great day!” You gushed out while frantically waving at the man to give him a proper farewell.

Ace slapped your hand down once you exited the room, “Can you please stop? It’s getting real disgusting.”

You blew a raspberry at him while the four of you were on your way to your next class, “Oh, shut up and let me be a simp.”

“A what? You know what I’m ignoring you.” Ace shook his head and sighed at your comments.

The conversation stopped after that when you began to make your way up stairs to get to your next class. You had to go up two flights of stairs which ended with you leaning along a wall, red-faces, and out of breath by the middle of it.

“Hurry up, supervisor,” Deuce advised.

You hissed, “Shut up.”

The three of you arrived at your next class which Decue said was “something-something history.” And you were actually kind of excited because you have no clue what has happened in this world, and it is gonna be so different with magic and everything.

You three took seats near the middle of class, so all of you could still concentrate but still talk some. This class room was structured much more like a lecture hall than the past one with a chalk board at the front behind a teacher desk and desks being on different platforms going up, and so your group had to go up a couple of stairs to get to where you claimed were your seats.

The class all took their seats and shut their mouths once an older man without a uniform came into the classroom carrying a cat.

The cat had your full attention for this class because you now have the human desire to pet and love the cat as one should.

Once the professor sat down with the cat on his lap, he introduced himself, “I am Trein, the professor in charge of Magical History. And this is my familiar, Lucius. I shall have you learn the history behind the magic that you are using now.”

Lucis, the cute little black cat who had a hint of white on his front right under his head, confirmed Professor Trein’s previous statements with a “Meow.”

It took a couple of seconds for you to process the Professor’s words, but once you did you turned to Deuce who was located to the left of you and blurted out, “Wait, is Lucius a real cat? What's a familiar? Can I not pet him? OMG, what if he can understand what I’m saying. That cannot be it-”

Professor Trein cut you off midway with another Lecture (Deuce was just gazing at you with disappointment in his eyes), “I do not only grade by your reports, but also by how you behave in my classroom. I will not tolerate sleeping in class. Now then, please turn to page 5 of your textbooks. This is related to the magic stone that was discovered inside the Dwarf Mines.”

You were taken aback by everything, but you also realized that you did not have a text book. You didn’t even have a book bag or pens, so you turned to Deuce to only flutter your lashes and pout at him until he shared his textbook with you and gave you lose leaf and a pen.

Lucis decided to bring his voice into the conversation, “Meow.”

“The discovery of this jewel led to magical energy being able to spread worldwide. It could also be considered as the 1st year magic was made possible.” Professor Trein continued his lecture, and you were actually actively taking notes because this was like some wack anime and you had to know the full plot line.

“Meow.”

Ace yawned into his hand when you gazed at him.

And Deuce was taking notes but his eyes were also beginning to close, “Oh…! The Dwarf Mines, huh… Oh…! Magical energy, huh…” You had to kick him to keep him awake.

Grim rested his head on the desk, “Ugh… I want a more explosive and flashier magic class!”

You could only sigh at the three idiots not paying attention while your pen kept on writing.

By the end of the class and the lecture was over, all three of the spots next to you were occupied with asleep idiots. You put your stuff into your pockets and got up to nug Grim on his shoulder for him to wake up. His head slowly lifted up with his eyes still closed, so you decided to just carry him to the next class. He was in your arms by the time you got everything together and moved onto the other two idiots asleep.

You kicked Deuce in the calf who jumped up immediately and rushed to get everything together, and then moved onto Ace to pull his hair. Ace stayed still until you found a certain spot of hair closest to his neck and pinched it and tugged on it. That had him reaching for your hand to stop your actions and had him awake and ready to move.

“Get up, class already ended.” You let go of his hair to move to the walkway of the classroom.

Ace shook his head to wake himself further up, “Okay.. but why did you have to pinch me so hard?”

“Were you gonna wake up by yourself?”

“No.”

“I think you see my thought process, then.” You shrugged your shoulders while the two remaining boys got their things together. After that all three of you were off to your next class, causing you to walk down stairs and through hallways until the three of you made it to a field outside.

The boys made you drop off your stuff, which wasn’t much anyway, and Grim in order to go and change into a P.E. uniform. Apparently, in the locker room, there were some extra uniforms for you to change into.

The locker room stunk of mold and fungus from somewhere in the corners of the room, but Deuce led you to a bin of uniforms. He just pulled the first one from the pile and gave it to you. It was a bright green shirt with a dragon or lizard on it. Then, he gave you a black jacket with yellow stripes on the sleeves and a pair of pants with a faded royal purple stripes on parts of the pants. Seems were also ripped out of certain parts of the uniform with most of the colors being lightly faded. Looking at the uniform as a whole, it was definitely going to be too large on you.

You thanked Deuce while he was walking away to the right side of the locker room, and then, you got moving. You observed the locker room to see if there were any bathrooms and to your luck, toward the back there was another door which led into the bathroom. You entered the next room to find no line and no one in the last stall. On your way to the stall, you passed up a bulky male with silver-white animal ears on his head in a yellow uniform who was washing his hands. You set foot in the final stall to only find the toilet flooded and writings all over the wall, causing you to let out a sigh and shut and lock the door just happy you did not have to use the restroom.

Once dressed, you took your cloak and other clothes and walked out of the stall to wash your hands. Looking in the mirror was not on your to-do list, so you kept your eyes stuck on the faucet and your hands because the headache from the rat’s nest on your head and the slight pain from parts of your face gave you all the information you needed. You left the restrooms and found a deserted area where many lockers were empty. You threw your clothes in one of the middle lockers, closed it, and took account of the number of the locker.

You left the locker room to see that you were one of the final people to get dressed and get out of the locker room. Grim, Ace, and Deuce were seated on the ground near the back of the group, and you made your way to them with many different eyes on you.

The hulking man blew his whistle to get everyone in the class and started a speech, “I’m Vargas and I’m in charge of watching over your physical education.Excellent magic starts with excellent bodies! Behold…! These muscles that I train every day! A magician with no stamina is unspeakable! First, do 20 laps around the field! And then, 100 sit-ups!” He blew the whistle again and threw his pointer finger out the motion for you all to start your laps.

The three of you jumped up from your spot on the ground and slowly walked over to the track.

Ace grimaced at the teacher, “Eh… I don’t hate exercise, but I can’t handle teachers like him.”

“I have confidence in my physical abilities,” Deuce had his hands on his hips and was twisting his torso around to stretch it.

Grim shook his head, “What's so fun about running around? I’m not a hamster, yanno?”

You just sighed and joined the group of students starting to run. Ace, Deuce, Grim, and you slowly joined the middle of the group in a jog around the field.

You were left pondering for a second about everything and anything and your mind went straight to how you could get out of the stuffy cloak because even if you did look like an adventurer you could not stand to wear it in the heat all the time. So you started up a conversation:

“Yo, Deuce,” You bumped arms with him, making Deuce’s eyes slowly drifted to your figure, “Do you know where I could get a school uniform? Is there like a store or something nearby?”

Deuce contemplated your question for a couple of seconds until he snapped his fingers, “There is a shop on campus that has everything. We could stop there after school today.”

“Well, that’s one thing covered,” Your feet were still in a constant jog, but they started to cramp in some areas, “I hope they have a clearance section.”

The rest of PE was much more strenuous than you expected. This teacher thought that all of you were Olympic Athletes with all the work he is making you do, but looking at some of the students here (the green shirt-green haired fellow who is racing down the track whenever possible and the furry male who you saw in the bathroom earlier). Everyone was doing better than you. Even Grim.

However, the exercises were soon over and you were all allowed to go back to the locker rooms and change. You were for now stuck lying on the ground wheezing from the physical activities you just completed in the past hour. Ace and Deuce went back to get changed and Grim is asleep on the grass behind you.

“You okay?” A male’s voice could be heard from somewhere above you, but you were too drained to even move your eyes to see who it was.

You groaned, “Don’t mind me. I’m just slowly decaying.”

The male was speechless for a second and did not respond until your eyes fluttered open the slightest bit, “Do you want water? Or the nurse?”

“No, oh gracious savior, but I’d rather you leave me here to be eaten by the birds.” You shut your eyes, listening to Grim groan besides you.

“Um...okay. Please get better,” The male’s footsteps could be heard walking away.

You stayed there for about another hour in your head just trying to breathe in and out and maybe even fall asleep until a kick was landed on your side.

“Get up, you lazy ass.” Ace was blessing you with his presence and his torment.

You hurled your body forward and up to grip Ace’s foot which was making its way to your side again, “Don’t you have a sense of common courtesy to not kick someone when they are dying?”

“You aren’t dying, but you are wasting our break time.” Ace groaned and pulled his foot out of your grip, “So go get dressed.”

Rolling your eyes, you gathered yourself and stood up to make your way back to the changing rooms. You left Grim to be with Ace, so you hoped those two would not cause problems. The rest was a lack of oxygen and lack of water blur until you found your three idiots out in the hallway and began your track to your next class. You decided to take your time a little because you had a ten minute break before the next class.

Deuce was looking around the hallways for the next class, “Let’s see, the next class is..”

Ace was pouting next to you, “For a magic school, it doesn’t really feel that much different from a normal school, huh… It’s a lot more… ordinary than I thought… Guess I don’t have to worry much even without magic.” His body shifted to turn to your side, “Dontcha think so, too, Grim? Hm…”

You gazed at where Grim last was which was to the left of you and let your eyes focus and blink for a couple of seconds, “Are you fucking kiddin me?”

A gasp was heard from Deuce in front of you, “Look outside the window! That fluffball running in the Courtyard…” He pointed out Grim’s exact spot in the middle of the large area.

Once you began your sprint to him, you could hear him cackling about how he did not deserve to listen to boring lectures all day.

You stopped your run when you realized that you would never be able to make it farther due to PE kicking your butt, “If I have to go to school, then, so does he.”

Deuce and Ace were arriving right behind you.

Deuce crossed his arms, “Running away on the first day…” He shook his head, “That guy just doesn’t learn, huh.”

“Being negligent on the first day, are we? So, d’ya want us to help you catch Grim?” A smirk bloomed on Ace’s face.

You scrunched your nose, “If I have to be here, then so does he.” threaded your hands together and squeezed your eyes shut and bowed, “Please, please help me.”

“I want some chocolate croissants from the canteen!”

Deuce blurted in agreement, “Then, I shall have some café latte from the cafeteria.”

You rose from your bow, “Perfect, perfect. Thank yooou!!” not even thinking about how you were going to afford that.

Ace and Deuce pulled their magic pens out of their pockets and joined each other in front of you to start their hunt for Grim.

Ace smirked at Deuce, “And that’s a deal! Alright, shall we go help out our helpless prefect, Deuce-kun?”

Deuce narrowed his eyes and rolled back his sleeves of his jacket, “Sure thing, Ace-kun. I’m most looking forward to lunchtime.”

“I’ll be in the classroom once you catch him.” You waved the two off while they began their hunt for the cat.

By the time you made it to your next class, the three showed up with sweat dripping from their faces, their clothes in disarray, and the teacher right behind them.

This would surely be a great year.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst grim #ace trappola #twst deuce #twst x you

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eemeelyy · 3 years

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Request: I thought that the reader is Kate's girlfriend and makes her a surprise dinner for Kate's birthday maybe a picnic under the stars with candles and gives her a song that she wrote and in the end that she Propose with a ring that has a heart-shaped diamond (after a couple of years of relationship) - @daisygonzalezmexican

Happy Birthday, Kate

Kate and I had been quarantined together for almost a year. We’d been living together for almost a year before that but our careers just so gave it that we still rarely saw each other. So, obviously, we loved it. Getting to spend almost every minute of the day together - except for maybe using the toilet and working in our respective offices, of course - was something that gave our relationship and love a boost it hadn’t had since we’d first started dating.

Though when Christmas and New Year’s rolled around we both got a little sad to not spend it with our families. We cried a little bit on Christmas Eve and called our families. On New Year’s we went to her sister’s place and stood in her backyard, far away from the others, around a fireplace, shivering and nursing cups of mulled wine. We went home pretty much immediately after we’d blown all the fireworks and realised that it hadn’t been worth it.

So, for her birthday it was just the two of us. We woke up in the morning with nothing on our schedules and just laid there, cuddling and planting little kisses on each other for almost an hour. I made an extravagant breakfast with pancakes, tofu scramble, soy bacon and elaborate drinks, plus some Mimosas because it was a special day. We sat for a while, taking little digestion breaks where we just stared into each other’s eyes, complaining about how delicious but filling everything was and laughing at each other’s expressions.

Around one pm the doorbell rang. Kate opened it to find a pile of boxes in front of it and her mom and sister standing far apart from each other at the other end of the sidewalk.

„Happy birthday, sweetie, we love you so much“, her mom yelled.

„Yeah, I guess you’re okay, boo, Happy Birthday“, Emily added.

Kate laughed and yelled a „Thank you“ and „I love you, too“ back. She took the gifts inside and we sat down in the living room. Some True Crime was on the telly and a candle that I had drawn a „37“ on with a sharpie (because for some ridiculous reason they don’t make these for grown-ups) was lit on the coffee-table. She unpacked her gifts and then proceeded to text some more genuine reactions to them.

Throughout the day she received many calls and texts, wishing her the best, and even some more gifts by the door. I also gave her little gifts throughout the day. A book here, a piece of clothing there, some memorabilia here, something handmade there. I just wanted to spoil her today. Around five I excused myself to the kitchen, leaving her on the phone with another relative. I made the batter for her favourite cake and put it in the oven and then got to the main dish which where some vegan enchiladas and a salad on the side.

Finally, I opened a bottle of our favourite wine and set the table nicely. I put on a nice dress and then came back to my girlfriend in the living room.

„Do you want to put on that new dress I bought you, babe?“, I asked.

She turned around in her seat and looked me up and down. „How could I not when you look like that?“, she said walking up to me.

When she was about to slip past me to our bedroom I pulled her close by the waist and whispered in her ear. „Can’t wait to show you what’s underneath.“

I pressed a kiss to the side of her head and we squeezed each other shortly. She then kissed my shoulder and moved on to the bedroom.

A few minutes later she joined me in the dining room. We sat down and ate. Kate complimented every bite she took and I couldn’t help but giggle at the way she worded her compliments. Soon, around 8.30 pm we were done with our dinner and I took the plates back to the kitchen. When I came back I held our coats and slippers.

„One more thing, babe, but we need to go to the backyard.“

The backyard had thrived on our boredom during quarantine. Flowers, plants, fruits and vegetables were growing, we’d hung a swing from the tree in the back. The patio was finally finished, although now, in the winter months, the garden furniture was in the shed, and most of the things in our garden had gone to winter-sleep. I put my arms around her waist from behind and then pointed to the sky.

„See the Capricorn, love?“, I whispered.

„Obviously“, she smiled and looked at me before she looked back to where I was pointing.

„There is that one tiny star, well, actually it’s quite big it’s just very far away. It’s a little pink-ish, do you see it?“, I asked.

„Yeah, did you know that when they turn pink it means they’re becoming supernovas soon?“, she replied.

„Yeah, but not for another couple millions of years“, I added. We’d also been really into astronomy during quarantine. Kate always had been but we learned a lot more over the past few months. „Anyway, that’s Kate.“

„What?“, she turned to look at me.

„That star’s name is Kate. It’s by all the legal ways we have on this world, so as far as humanity is concerned, your star“, I explained.

„You bought me a star?“, she asked, turning back around to get another look.

„Yeah“, I giggled, loosening my hold around her, noticing how she shivered a little.

I fiddled with the ring I now held in my palm. It was a beautiful gold ring with a sizeable heart-shaped diamond on top. I smiled at it and got on one knee.

„Katy?“, I whispered to get her attention. She turned around, „I… I had a speech prepared, scratch that, I wrote a song actually. But that’s nothing special anymore, is it? I’ve written so many songs about you, for you. You’ve been my muse for the past three years and I’ve loved you from the moment you said „yup, definitely gay“ when we first met“, I giggled, „You’re the love of my life and I never thought that would mean so much to me until I had you. And I never want to not have you. So, Kate, my love, will you do me the honour of marrying me?“

Tears had gathered in both our eyes when she fell on top of me and kissed me passionately. Before we could have a full on make out session in our backyard I slipped the ring on her finger and then pulled away. „Yes“, she breathed, forehead against mine, hands on my cheeks, „Fuck, I love you, darling. So much.“

I lifted her smaller frame into my arms and carried her back inside. When she shut the door I let her down and shivered.

„You want me to play you that song now?“, I asked.

„Please, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’ve had very different things in mind from the moment you insinuated I’ll get to see what’s underneath that dress, babe“, she said, her cold hand travelling up my thigh.

„I guess it can wait until tomorrow“, I giggled, pulling her to the bedroom.

A/N - I need a s/o to spoil please

#kate mckinnon imagine #kate mckinnon x reader #kate mckinnon

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stefanmikaleson1864 · 4 years

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ONE WILD NIGHT PART 7 !!

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Today was the day. The day you had been dreading for the past week about going to see Buck today.

There was so much to say and you didn’t know to approach it. I mean do you just blow up and say everything or do you just pick and choose what you wanna say.

It was hard because every time you thought of a million reasons why you hated him you just couldn’t.

You always came up with a million reasons to defend him. That he had been through such a traumatic experience.

He had a girlfriend who he obviously cares about. It wasn’t such a cut and paste and situation.

So maybe now things would take a turn but obviously didn’t get your hopes up on anything.

So you tried to keep an open mind on things and hope just maybe that you would get a happy ending.

So you got dressed, got in your car and headed down to the pier. It was a quiet car ride down and when you got to the pier it was a weird erring feeling you got. It was like a shiver down your spine and you shook it off thinking it was just nerves.

You walked up the pier where Buck said to meet and your heart skipped a little seeing how happy Buck was playing a shooting water game with Christopher.

It made you think of your own baby and how things could be. That maybe things could turn out okay.

You walked over and when you got there they were done. Christopher saw you first and he ran over and hugged you.

He smiled at your belly and rubbed it and whispered “Hi little baby to it” You hugged him back and told him the baby said hi back to him and then he ran over and told Buck.

Buck walked over to you and smiled and gave you a hug and you hugged him back. It was a quiet silence for a moment before Chris yelled he was hungry.

You both were hungry and walked over to a little bench and Buck went and got over and got some pizza for you guys.

It was actually a nice lunch by the water and you decided to be the better person and let the grudge go and try and be a better person. Which felt like a little pressure off your chest was gone. It was nice everyone was getting along.

After lunch you walked around before Christopher ran off to join the line for a kids coaster and it gave you and Buck a few minutes to talk.

Surprisingly he was the one to start at the conversation.

“Look, I really want to apologize for not being around. Things have been hard for me and I'm not making excuses but things have been crazy for me. I feel like I'm trying to balance two different lives

. The life i had before and the life i have now. I thought once this big crazy thing happened I could just adapt and jump into this situation but it's hard. I feel like so many changes are happening and i want to not feel all of these things but i can’t.

There were so many times i just wanted to call you and see and be there but then I would be with Allie and I would think about the relationship i have with and to be honest it was easier i didn’t have to face the feelings. I was having.”

You thought about what he was saying and it made sense for you. I know we had all these little feelings it was a really hard situation and hearing him say these things made you feel like if you could go off and escape you could but you couldn’t and that’s what you had to make him know

. Yeah it was hard but he could have texted back.

He could have called you and you were all alone. It was such a hard feeling you wanted so bad to let go but then at the same time that part of you still couldn’t do it.

“ I know how hard things have been for you and i’m sorry i wish i could go back and change things for you but i can’t and i had to learn how to adapt to what was happening i mean i am growing your baby inside of me.

I try and try to let go but it’s so much harder than you think. I just thought things would be different.”

It went back to being quiet after that. A few seconds later Christopher came back being happy he could ride the ride.

You walked a little bit after that. You could tell the mood had shifted and it was becoming more awkward.

Until a little bit later when you and Buck was sitting at a bench and Chris was taking a break from the walking and was sitting with some kids eating some ice cream.

Buck then again started the conversation again. Thank god because you didn’t know what to say.

“ I truly am sorry for everything that happened. I wasn’t expecting anything to go back to my own ways. I told Allie everything and she said she knew sense the day of the accident. She was just being like me hoping we could just ignore the situation and obviously things weren’t always going to work out between us. Look I know I have been ass i really have been. I am so sorry I wish I could go back and change this i can’t and i know now that i can’t just ignore things like you have been. I am truly sorry i know you just can’t forgive me right away but i’m hoping we can try. I don’t wanna be like my dad, I wanna be better. If there is anything I can do for you. Just let me know or anyway i can fix this please just tell me.”

Gosh all you did was think today. It was crazy. I mean you thought today would have been hard but not like this.

I mean isn’t this what you wanted to just to move on and be happy and be able to put things behind you and not feel so alone anymore. I mean the man was crushed by a firetruck.

“ Yea I know I'm sorry I should have been a little more considerate towards everything you had been through.

I know things are messed up right now and it can all of a sudden just be fixed or me just automatically be over it but sense we are going to have a baby together I think we can try and work things out. I would like you to be around more.”

Maybe things were going to be okay today after all. This was the best to just move on and be okay I mean hell you were going to have a baby you couldn’t act like one.

You guys was enjoying the rest of the day and it was actually nice you forgot about all that craziness and it felt good. Things didn’t feel so deep anymore.

You guys were now looking down at the water. It was so relaxing and such a pretty view to be looking at the water.

The fun was interrupted though when work called you and asked if you could come in because one of your co workers was sick and they were short handed.

You really wanted to say no because you were having fun but you needed the cash.

So you went on and said your goodbyes and Buck said he would come by tomorrow and he was watching Christopher again.

You guys made plans for a lunch date at the park . You were pretty excited for it.

When driving to work all of a sudden a whole bunch of cars in front of you swerved and crashed into each other making you slam on the brakes and crash into the car in front of you.

Luckily it wasn’t that bad. You got out and saw Athena and May and went over to them.

They were surprised to see you and you the same to them.

“Hey what got you over here ? Athena asked you

“I was down at the pier with Buck and Christopher, what happened here?

Right when Athena was about to answer you May yelled out there was a Tsunami.

You felt like your heart dropped into your knees. You tried calling Buck a few times but nothing and it only made you feel worse.

Your mind automatically went to the worse why did this always happen to you why couldn’t you had one normal day where something went right.

Buck was going to be okay right I mean he had to be okay right ??

Authors Note: Let me know what you think ? DO you think Buck was forgiven so fast ? Also do you think next week it should be Buck’s POV Next chapter hope you all enjoy

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 4 years

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My Little Secret (Part 3)

Summary: When a tragic accident happens, Dean takes a drastic measure in order to save the person he cares about most…

Pairing: Mechanic!Dean x reader

Masterlist

Word Count: 2,900ish

Warnings: language, time in hell/injury, death

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“Good morning sunshine!” you heard. You slowly opened your eyes, Alistair kneeling down beside your cell. “How’d the first week go kid?”

“Screw you,” you said, closing your eyes again.

“Want to take a guess how long you been here?”

“Um, a week, asshole,” you said.

“Here yes. In the real world, it’s only been a few minutes,” he said. You opened your eyes, Alistair smirking at you. “Oh, yes. Time’s a bit different down here. Ready to get off the rack yet?”

“Screw you asshole,” you said.

“Always tomorrow to change your mind.”

“How was it today?” asked Alistair, stopping by your cell not long after you’d been dumped in there for the day.

You didn’t move, not that you wanted to. He opened the door and knelt down beside you, cocking his head.

“Want to get off the rack?” he asked, same as he did every day. You stared at his shoe, Alistair poking your shoulder. “You haven’t felt like talking in a long time. You get off the rack, you can get cleaned up, relax in a bed, become my star student. There are perks to that.”

“Promise,” you said quietly.

“Sure I promise,” he laughed.

“No,” you said, closing your eyes.

“Fine. Back on the rack you go.”

“Y/N,” said Alistair as he visited you maybe a month later. It could have been a year. You weren’t paying attention anymore. You knew a month up there was a decade down there but your ability to keep track of time was more skewed than not lately. “What do you say? Off the rack today?”

“Promise,” you mumbled.

“What do you want to do?” you heard Abbadon say. “Almost everyone breaks by now.”

“Put her on a rack for a few years. See how she’s feeling after that.”

“I see you eyeing my knife more often,” said Alistair one day, your gaze flickering over slowly from it to him.

“What’s it like?” you asked.

“Tearing into flesh? It’s an art form, not a science,” he said.

“I meant what’s it like being the big bad demon and you can’t break me. You must be the laughing stock of Hell,” you laughed, hearing a few other demons turn away from their own racks. “Aren’t you guys embarrassed of this old hack?”

“I will-“

“You’ll what? You’ve already done everything. Face it. You’re washed up,” you said.

“You’re having your second wind. Don’t worry. No one ever has a third.”

“Rack?” asked Alistair what felt like an eon later. “It has been decades kiddo. It’s okay to say uncle.”

“I wonder how long your little ass lasted before you gave up to Lucifer. A week?” you smirked.

“Dean doesn’t care about you. If you want to continue this charade that’s your choice. He is never coming for you.”

“Rack?” asked Alistair once again at the end of the day. You sat up in your cell, staring at him. “Hm?”

“What do I have to do?” you whispered, barely able to hold yourself up.

“Work the rack. Under my tutelage,” he said. “What do you say?”

You gave a single nod, Alistair smirking.

“Come now. One quick lesson to start and then you can rest,” he said. For the first time, there was no one dragging you through the halls, no hand on you as you followed him through a maze and eventually into the open vastness that was the rack room. He hummed and waved for you to follow him to an occupied one, a trembling man on it. “This is a purely innocent man. He made a deal. George, this is Y/N. She also made a deal but now she has the opportunity to not be in your position. But enough chit chat, Y/N needs to learn and you’re going to be a very good boy and help us out.”

You watched his table of instruments appear, Alistair handing you his favorite curved blade.

“You know the hunter special?” he asked you. You nodded, staring at the tool. “Show George here how it goes.”

You stared down at the man, holding up the blade.

“I’m sorry,” you said. You spun around and stabbed it into Alistair, sighing when he disappeared in front of you, appearing off to the side unharmed. “It was a trick.”

“You tried to trick me first,” he said, your body back on a rack, George free and on his feet now. “So George. Would you like to try?”

George stopped apologizing a while back, just slid up, did his thing and moved onto the next person. You didn’t blame him. It was hard to blame someone that had lost their humanity bit by bit. It was easier that way.

“What do we say today?” asked Alistair. You shook your head and heard him leave you, a few hours of sleepless alone time your one reprieve of the day.

You heard your cell door open and you didn’t even care that they weren’t giving you a break this time.

You just didn’t care anymore.

You sucked in a deep breath, darkness surrounding you. Something was wrong. You weren’t on the rack. You weren’t in your cell. Something just felt wrong. The air felt wrong. Space felt wrong.

You slammed your hand and scraped it on something, a stinging pain hitting you.

A very different kind of pain than you were used to. You tried to sit up and smacked your head immediately, groaning at the dull throbbing.

“I’m alive,” you said to yourself, letting out a shaky breath. “As long as I don’t run out of air.”

You suddenly realized how cold you were, hands feeling around more slowly this time, smooth metal all around you.

“I’m in a morgue drawer again. I’ll be interested to know how…” you said to yourself, quickly realizing you were starting to freeze to death. “Shit.”

You felt around over your head, finding a little string somehow and you pulled, the door flying open. You caught it and pulled yourself out, dropping to the floor with a shake. You righted yourself, finding a doctor standing over an open body. He stared and gave a little wave.

“Uh hi,” you said, wrapping your sheet around yourself. “I’ll just...see myself out.”

You jogged out of the room and down a hall, discovering you were in a county clerks office after a moment. You slipped into a breakroom and found some old clothes in a donation bin, stealing what you could before you were out of there on bare feet.

“Mom? Dad?” you called when you got to the house, opening the door with the spare key. You went inside and to the kitchen, grabbing some water before your glass went flying and you were tackled to the floor.

You spun around on your back, staring up at a very angry looking Dean.

“Dean! Dean, it’s me!” you said.

“That’s what the shifter two months back said,” he snarled, holding up his arm, a big knife in his hand.

“Get off!” you shouted, kneeing him hard as you scrambled away, smacking your head on the corner of the kitchen table in the process. You fell to your hands and knees, rolling to your side as Dean walked in front of you. He knelt down and grabbed your wrists, staring at you before he made a small cut on the back of your hand. You stared up at him when nothing happened, some water tossed on you next. “It’s me!”

“Sweetheart?” he asked. He tossed the blade aside and pulled you into the most earth crushing hug you’d ever had.

“Dean. I need to breathe,” you said. “Also some water and food would be nice.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sorry. Here,” he said, pulling you to your feet and sitting you down at the kitchen table. He ducked into the fridge and pulled out half of an uneaten sandwich, sliding it in front of you. He was quick to get another glass of water for you, picking up the broken pieces of the other one while you dove in. You were nearly finished when he grabbed a chair and sat it next to you, watching you carefully.

“You make this?” you said with a mouthful.

“Yeah,” he said.

“You always make good sandwiches,” you said, wiping off your hands. He waited a few seconds before he was hugging you again, pressing you to his chest. “How long has it been?”

“About a year and a half,” he said.

“Are you okay?” you asked, reaching a hand up to his face. He chuckled and held on tight.

“You’ve been in hell a year and half and ask if I’m okay,” he said. “Yeah, I’m good sweetheart. I missed you so much. Longest 18 months ever.”

“Yeah,” you said with a hard swallow.

“You want to get cleaned up?” he asked. You nodded, pausing when you turned to leave. “What?”

“You didn’t make a deal, did you?” you asked. He shook his head. “You promised.”

“I kept my promise,” he said quietly. “No matter how much I didn’t want to.”

“Me too,” you said.

“You didn’t sneak out then I take it?” he asked.

“No. You don’t know how I got out then?” you asked.

“No. I’ll call your dad. They’re away right now. Let’s have you take it easy for a little bit. You need to rest,” he said.

“Alright,” you said, holding out your hand. “Come with me?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

“Sh,” you heard Dean say when you stirred awake in your old room after your shower, head nestled on his chest. You curled back into him, Dean quiet for a few minutes but he was obviously texting someone. You blinked open your eyes, Dean dancing his fingers up and down your arm. “Go back to sleep, Y/N.”

“I don’t want to,” you said. “Who are you talking to?”

“No one,” he said, putting his phone aside.

“S’okay if you have a girlfriend now. Probably shouldn’t have taken a shower with me if you do but-“

He pressed a kiss to your lips, fixing your hair after a moment.

“The only girl I have is you, my fiancé,” he said. You stared up at him, Dean moving you to rest your head on a pillow before he sat up. “I may not have told the whole truth earlier.”

“You sold your soul you-“ you said, ready to give him the ass kicking of his life when he turned his head, so confused looking you stilled. “You didn’t.”

“I got close. I...I may have gone to a crossroads and even talked to a demon about it but I didn’t do it,” he said. “But I never went back to Lawrence.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, taking his hand.

“Your parents trained me. To hunt,” he said.

“What?”

“I’m a hunter now. A pretty good one too,” he said. You dropped his hand and stood up, going to the bedroom door. “Y/N, wait.”

“Where are they? I’m going to kill the both of them,” you said.

“No, you aren’t and they didn’t put me up to this. I asked, willingly,” he said.

“You what?” you shot back. “I asked you not to.”

“I know. But I also watched those dogs rip you apart. I didn’t want to be helpless again so I learned. I was texting another hunter earlier. I told him I couldn’t meet up on a hunt a few hours from here. That’s all it was,” he said.

“All it was?” you said with a laugh, looking him over. “Look at you. You’re so much bigger and stronger than I remember. You practically killed me downstairs.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I am,” he said.

“You know why I left hunting? Because people die and they get hurt and it fucks them up. I wanted a normal life away from this Dean. I never wanted this for you,” you said.

“Well it happened. Now I know how to protect you,” he said.

“Alistair will try again,” you said, a tiny shiver running down your spine. “It doesn’t matter. All you did was give yourself nightmares for no good reason.”

“I already had ‘em,” he said. “I help people. Maybe this job sucks sometimes and it’s hard but I help people. I have spent all of this time trying, for you. I didn’t get you out but I’m sure as hell not letting you spend another year and a half there again.”

“Did you ever get close?” you asked.

“Not really.”

“I need some air,” you said.

“I-“

“I need some air,” you said, leaving the room and going outside, wandering to the far garage and taking a seat on the workbench. It didn’t take long for Dean to find you, quiet as he leaned against the table.

“You mad at me?” he asked quietly.

“No,” you sighed. “I just didn’t want you to wind up like me.”

“You’re amazing. Why wouldn’t I want to be like you?” he asked. “Total badass on top of that. You held out for a year and a half in hell. That’s-“

“It wasn’t a year and a half,” you said.

“How long was it then?”

“Hundred and eighty,” you said softly, Dean’s face losing its color.

“Years?” he breathed out. You nodded, grabbing his arm when you thought he was going to fall over. “Oh my God.”

“Dean, sit down before you pass out,” you said, helping to sit up on the bench.

“A hundred and eighty years?” he whispered, looking you up and down. “What-“

“It’s not like, normal years. It is but it isn’t,” you said. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“Sweetheart,” he said. “Sweetheart, no one could last-“

“I promised,” you said, gripping the edge of the bench hard.

“How bad.”

“Dean.”

“How bad did they hurt you?” he asked.

“Worse than you could possibly imagine,” you said, ducking your head down.

“Did they-“

“Yes. They did it all Dean,” you said. “And then some.”

“You could have broke,” he said. “Sweetheart, you could have and no one would have blamed you. No one could last that long.”

“I just remembered I made a promise. I couldn’t remember what it was sometimes but I knew I made one. I held on to that one little scrap for dear life,” you said.

“I’ll never hunt again,” he said, grabbing your hand. “Never.”

“He’s gonna come back,” you said.

“I’m gonna kill him,” said Dean. “I’ll kill ‘em all. Lock them away.”

“That’s not possible,” you sighed.

“We don’t know that. One way or another, I’m making sure these things leave you the hell alone.”

You jumped up in bed that night, Dean’s hands on you only a slight comfort as you looked around the room.

“S’okay. Just a bad dream. You’re safe,” he said.

“Yeah,” you said, pinching yourself, knowing you were still back home.

“You’re awake, I promise,” he said, wrapping his arms around you.

“Pain is different here. I can’t explain it but it is. It’s how I know I’m back,” you said.

“It kinda makes sense. It’s another plane of existence, right? Hell?”

“I suppose. A really sucky one,” you said. You sighed and leaned back against him, Dean rubbing your arm. “I’m okay. Go back to sleep, Dean.”

“You’re not okay,” he said, keeping you close, kissing the top of your head. “You don’t have to let it out tonight but whenever you decide to, I’m here, alright?”

“You don’t sleep in hell,” you said quietly. “All I wanted was a night of sleep and I can’t seem to even get through one.”

“You will. You’re safe here. You try to relax and I’ll make sure nothing happens to you,” he said. “Promise.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, Dean shifting the two of you to lay after a minute.

“So where do you want to go on our honeymoon?” he asked quietly.

“Somewhere warm,” you said.

“We can do that,” he said. “You want like a blowout wedding or a small backyard kind of thing?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “We can figure it out.”

“Do you still…” he trailed off, your gaze going up.

“Yeah. I still want to marry you,” you said quietly.

“Me too,” he said as you yawned. “I’ll be quiet. You rest now. It’s okay. I promise. He’s not coming near you ever again.”

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curiousconch · 3 years

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Sobering Truth

Chapter 10 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: After the fallout of Rafael and Heather, what could this mean to Bryce and the recovering doctor?

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.1k+ | Genre: Crime, Suspense/Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / hints of past violent experience and sex

Author's Notes: Almost is Never Enough by Ariana Grande and Nathan Skyes was the perfect song for this chapter, the lyrics are very fitting. Also, watch out for a cameo from a PM character 😊

Thank you so much for taking time to read this series. Please let me know if you want me to include/remove you in the tags list. Also, disclaimer: Majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC Jordan Anderson.

Bryce found himself hunched alone in a bar stool downtown Boston. He swirled the brown liquid in his glass, brows furrowed in remembering the scene in the hospital room.

His face contorted with the pain piercing through his chest, the possibility of losing Heather once again sinking like a sword. He racked his mind for an option, but it seems all is lost in that battle.

He thought back to their last outing together, and he was so certain that something was there. So why did she choose to stay with someone else instead of being with him?

His lips formed a thin line, his hand rubbing over his face in frustration. The emotions within turbulent and unnerving. Was he just too much of a fool when he thought he had a shot with her?

This is exactly why Bryce Lahela didn't want to commit. It was far more easier for him to seek momentary connections rather than build permanent ones. He didn't want to relive the rejections-filled past from his adolescence, at the time of his parents' criminal convictions.

Yet here he was again, suffering the same consequences of wanting something permanent in his life. Something that could bring him happiness. Something better than him being alone in the middle of a crowd of drunken patrons.

He should've stayed in his own lane of hook-ups and one night stands instead of chasing for this relationship.

So the first thing he did when he realized that that door is closing, was to go back to his old stomping grounds.

But why can't he will himself to look around?

As if on queue, an olive-skinned woman slid herself beside him, her sudden presence invading his thoughts. With a half-smirk and green catty eyes, the coils of dark hair loosely wrapping her head. The mere sight of her was mesmerizing.

"I know you," she said, almost in a purr.

Bryce looked back at her, and a long-forgotten heat warmed him up. And it wasn't because of the alcohol in his system.

"I guess my reputation is my charm," he replied, leaning forward. He loosened his tie whilst sipping from his glass.

"Oh I know all about your reputation," her voice made him shiver, her fingers ever slowly trailing a path towards his arm. "You're the one with magic hands," she whispered, her brows dancing as she spoke.

This commanding woman was pushing his buttons in all the right places, her sparkly black cocktail dress that clung on her body tightly wasn't making him feel suddenly parched.

Her hand continued to venture up his arm, and eventually the side of his neck. As it followed the line of his jaw, Bryce couldn't help but lean closer.

Nothing was stopping him at the moment.

Miles away from being sober, his lips blew a short burst of air into the woman's bare neck, after which he got the chance to breathe in a whiff of her perfume.

The jasmine scent was all too familiar. It conjured the image of the woman who Bryce fled away from tonight.

Heather.

Snapping out of the trance, he took a step back. Gone was the sexual tension that floated in the air mere seconds ago. Bryce only shook his head to the woman and paid his tab, before almost sprinting out into the cold rain that continued to flood the concrete pavement.

He let the drops of water wash all over him until he was soaked. With it, the inevitable tears began to fall, which he didn't hold back. He also didn't mind how it easily reduced the numbing effect of the bottle of Jack Daniels that he just consumed.

Like a thief in the night, the woman of his dreams snatched what was left of Bryce's vulnerable heart. He knew, deep down, that it would take a long time before he can get it back.

***

"Breaking news. Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson pleads guilty as co-conspirators of the kidnapping of Senator Ed Farrugia and Edenbrook doctor Heather Song."

"This is following an intensive investigation by the joint special task force created as the public clamored to protect Massachusetts famed senator.

"We are joined today by one of the victims, Senator Ed Farrugia, after he gave his testimony today at the Boston courthouse."

The video flicked from a female news anchor to the steps of the city's courthouse, where the politician was joined by Chief DA Tanaka. Heather's hazel eyes however wasn't on the prominent people in the screen, but instead drawn to the tall figure standing beside the older man, his intimidating stature made more pronounced by the sharp gray suit that contoured just enough to please.

Bryce.

Saying his name, even in her mind, made her involuntarily shudder with regret, aware that between them was an undeniable attraction that she just couldn't shake off. Ever since her kidnapping, she couldn't stop herself from thinking about what could've been. Was it just too late for them? Will it only remain a connection that can never be explored? Will it ever be something more? She knew, deep down, if she could change the world overnight, she wanted to try. If there was anything she could learn from her almost dying, it was the sobering truth that life was too short to be restrained by inaction.

But she hadn't been able to speak to him for a while now. He didn't answer his phone nor returned any of her texts or messages. She hoped to get the chance when she was scheduled for her recorded testimony. To her dismay, another ADA visited her and took her witness account.

She thought he was just busy with the case, but she sensed that he was avoiding her altogether. Her free time provided her so many hours to rack her brain for the reason why. To this day, that question was left unanswered.

Danny raised his gaze to Heather, as he felt her pulse beat faster than normal. He turned to the TV monitor in the hospital room, stifling a chuckle as he found the reason behind her palpitations.

"Let's try to do this again," Danny said, making Heather's attention swivel to him.

"Why? Something wrong?" she asked, obviously confused.

This time, Danny snickered, grabbing the remote from her and switched the channel. The gesture was enough to make her fluster as it dawned on her what the nurse was insinuating.

"I can't put your last BPM on your chart, Heather. We dont want Dr. Ramsey to not sign off on your discharge papers today. Two weeks of him pestering us is enough torture to last a lifetime," he scoffed jokingly, referencing how the senior attending relentlessly chased the hospital staff to put her case on priority.

She curtly nodded, her mentor's crass actions embarrassing her further.

"Thanks, Danny." she sheepishly smiled, hoping the two words were enough to express her appreciation of how the hospital helped her get back on her feet during the roughest period of her life yet.

Danny returned her gesture, before getting back to taking her pulse. Satisfied, he recorded it to the clipboard in his hand, as her friends thundered into the room.

Sienna, Elijah, Jackie and Aurora all stepped inside, each carrying an assortment of food items. They moved their Sunday brunch to that day in celebration of Heather's discharge. The welcome noise warmed her heart, their usual banter flowing like music to her ears.

The thundering of her deep-seated emotions momentarily toned down, as she enjoyed the company of the small family she found in Edenbrook.

Outside, the weather was warm with no clouds threatening to dampen the surroundings.

It was going to be a good day.

***

As the last of the questions were addressed and the cameras were turned away, Bryce sighed in relief.

With the news crews dispersed, Chief Tanaka left to head back to the DA's office, leaving him as second chair to wrap up all the remaining paperwork. He strutted into the courthouse, the ADA facade well in effect.

It was an understatement to say that the past few weeks were hectic.

Interviewing Declan Nash and Jordan Anderson was like being pulled into opposite poles. Their personalities were so polarizingly different that Bryce suspected that there was a more to the case than what appears.

So he advised the special task force to dig into that angle. The FBI's investigation is still ongoing, and he is betting against it finishing soon.

Today was a day of accomplishments, and Bryce's mood was better than it was ever since that night. Or so he thought.

As his mind shifted back into the present, he caught the unwelcome sight of Agent Rafael Aveiro conversing with someone in the hallways. He managed to hear a glimpse of the conversation as they got into earshot.

"You're background would be invaluable to us, Agent Rafael," the strange man in the tweed-colored jacket said.

"This is such a timely offer that I couldn't refuse. I'll let you know as soon as I wrap up my last case." Bryce heard Raf say.

"Of course. But please don't keep us in the Interpol on our toes, Agent."

"Of course, Agent Nazario."

Taken aback, he stopped, trying to understand what had just transpired. Why was Rafael taking a job with the interpol?

Once Bryce saw that the special investigator was alone, he approached him, words blazing.

"Interpol? Seriously, Raf, this soon?"

Raf turned to face him, surprised at Bryce's sudden interjection.

"I don't see the need to explain myself to you, ADA Lahela." He politely said as he begun to walk away.

"But you just got back together! Why leave for an overseas job this soon when she needs you the most?" Bryce's voice rose, echoing into the nearly full hallway. He honestly didn't mind, weeks worth of bottled up frustration threatening to surface.

A more puzzled expression filled Rafael's face, the line of interrogation making him turn around and stare back at the prosecutor.

Rafael recognized the look on Bryce's face. It was a mirror of his own haunted reflection. Of a lost love, never to return. The confusion gave way to understanding.

It made him soften his stance, and place a brotherly hand on the lawyer's shoulder.

"Look, I don't know why you think that, but Heather and I..." he paused, taking a deep breath as he tried to bury the painful memory of their goodbye into the back of his mind. "We broke up. The same night that she was admitted to Edenbrook after her kidnapping, we talked and agreed to go our separate ways."

Bryce couldn't believe what he was hearing, his knees weakening with the revelation. Amber eyes widened in shock and feeling like an idiot at the same time.

He smiled despite himself, the nightmares of his imaginary rejection transformed into a wonderful dream. The door that he thought was closed is now unlocking, and he was determined to blow it wide open.

With a hasty thank you and goodbye to Raf, he turned the soles of his leather shoes and raced to the door of the courthouse.

Bryce didn't dare waste another minute to look back.

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shibereshu · 4 years

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come over — Lee Seungjoon [J-US]

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this is the second part of my lil j-us scenario ! there will be a third and last part, but to be honest, every single part can be read individually because they’re each very... i don’t know, special(?) so they can totally be read on their own. this part is inspired by my little plant that has withered recently so i was feeling a little blue fjdsfkkjdsf i hope you guys enjoy it !! and i’m sorry if it’s so cheesy but i feel like... seungjoon would be a pretty cheesy guy, i don’t know why njdknsfk

You opened your eyes. First thing you did was roll to the edge of the bed next to where your night stand was and on which you had a little alarm clock that marked a little past nine o’clock. You groaned thinking that there was no need to hurry to get up anymore now that you didn’t have to study and tried to find a comfortable position in bed again. But somehow not even the position you were in before you woke up and in which you had been sleeping so deeply just a minute ago let you fall asleep again. You didn’t even really feel sleepy anymore, just physically tired. Perhaps you had gotten too used to waking up earlier to prepare for exams and now your body kept doing it on instinct.

You finally decided to get up from the bed, hoping that said thought was nothing more than that and that hopefully the next time you would be able to sleep for a little longer and get back the hours of sleep that you had sacrificed for your exams lately. You rolled up the blinds to let the light in but squinted your eyes a little as you did it to make sure you would slowly get used to the new brightness in the room before fully opening them again.

Once you did that, you grabbed your phone that you had left on your desk and turned it on. The first thing you saw was a notification of a text from Seungjoon. You wiped your eyes with your hands and blinked the blur away before re-reading the notification.

“Good morning! Do you have any plans for today? If not… Wanna go somewhere together?” The text read, and you took a deep breath that you held in as you processed it. Was he asking you out? Just the two of you? Could you say it was… a date? Your heart started beating faster and faster as you typed a reply, and you wanted to quickly find Kee and tell her about it, but before that you quickly looked through your other notifications; the one right after Seungjoon’s text being a reminder you had set for yourself to check if your cactus -that Kee and you would often jokingly refer to as ‘your child’- needed to be watered.

You walked out of your room and saw that the door to Kee’s bedroom was open. Taking a quick peek inside, you saw she wasn’t there. As you made your way to the living room to check on your little plant, you passed by the closed door of the bathroom, from which you could hear the sound of the shower running. Now that you knew where she was, you decided to make time to wait for her while watering your plant. With a smile on your face that didn’t do justice to the joy that you truly felt inside, you walked into the living room but froze in your spot when you looked at your plant.

Deep inside, you knew the truth, but still you slowly got closer and checked what had happened, thinking maybe it was just your imagination, that you saw something that wasn’t actually there, or that something was wrong but it wasn’t anything too bad. But none of those were actually the case. Just at that moment, you heard the door to the bathroom open and soon Kee walked into the room, drying her hair with a towel.

—”Good morning!” —She said, but quickly became concerned when noticing your saddened expression and before she could ask what was wrong, she looked at the plant the two of you had done your best to take care of and that was… To put it simply but not very aggressively, in no need to be watered today or ever again.

The two of you made eye contact again, this time the sadness in her eyes mimicking yours as you sat on the couch and let out a long sigh. She took a seat right next to you and she rested her head that had the towel wrapped around her hair on your shoulder.

—”We tried, I guess…” —You whispered, and you felt Kee nod.

—”Next time, we’ll do better! We won’t make the same mistake and we’ll take care of the plant better.” —She said, trying to see some kind of positivity in the situation, this time by taking this as another experience you two could learn for the next time you decided to buy a little plant friend. But you sighed again.

—”I don’t even know what we did wrong, how are we going to make sure we won’t do it again?” —

—”We’ll be more careful, and it won’t happen.” —She kept trying to assure you, and you ended up just nodding in agreement. To be honest, you didn’t really feel like buying another plant any time soon, but you’d learn the lesson for whenever you decided to do it.

Just then, your phone vibrated in your hand with a new notification and you looked down to see what it was, Kee doing the same thing out of curiosity. Seeing it was a text from Seungjoon, Kee squealed and took a more comfortable position on the couch, asking you to open the text. Deciding to think about how nicely your day had started with Seungjoon’s previous text instead of the little bad news you just faced, you smiled and tapped on the notification to open your chat with Seungjoon. While letting her read the first message he had sent, you just read the last one. She squealed again and grabbing your arm, she softly shook you a little with excitement.

“Great! Let me know when you’re ready and I’ll go pick you up hehe” You could almost see his smiling face just from the little smiley emoji he had added after the message, which made you smile too.

—”You two are going on a date!?” — You giggled shily, which made you even more embarrassed because you were aware of just how much you sounded like a lovesick girl and not like the composed adult you were supposed to become one day, but you just decided to enjoy the good feeling and not think about that at least for the time being.

—”Yeah.” —Kee clapped her hands a few times, still full of excitement before she got up from the couch and grabbed your free hand, pulling you up as well and dragging you back to your room.

—”I can help you choose what to wear!” —She offered, and you felt good about seeing her being so genuinely happy for you. Just like you had been with her when she announced that her and Joochan had officially started dating the morning after you had to sleep over at Seungjoon’s dorm.

Still smiling but not yet feeling the pain on the corners of your mouth from doing it too much, you opened your closed and looked for some of your favorite clothes, taking them out and carefully placing them on top of the bed. Kee looked at them and sometimes made comments on some of your clothes that you took out that she especially liked. Then you took out one shirt you had bought recently because you found the summer colors of it very nice and the shirt itself very cute overall.

—”You haven’t worn this one yet, right?” —Kee asked, pointing to your new shirt, and you nodded.— “Why don’t you wear it today?” —You looked at her, then back at the shirt and then nodded, picking back the other shirts you had taken out and putting them back in their place.

Faster than you had anticipated, you were done selecting what you wanted to wear and grabbed everything you needed to take a shower and get ready before texting Seungjoon to let him know. Shortly after sending it, the application showed that he had read your message and he answered that he was ready too and so he would go out and pick you up at your door.

The walk from his dorm to yours was, obviously, less than a minute, probably even less than half a minute, yet it still felt like an eternity of suffering from the anticipation, from wondering if he would compliment you when he saw you, from the worries of how it would go, if mayhaps you were getting ahead of yourself by considering this a date instead of something purely platonic. Before you could find more things to panic about and more reasons to do so, the doorbell rang and you waited a few seconds even though you had been standing near the door before opening up, all to try and pretend that you hadn’t been impatiently waiting for that moment.

You two shared a big and yet somewhat timid smile when you made eye contact, and Seungjoon took a quick look at you before making your heart flutter with the sweet words you should be used to from someone as kind as him.

—”You look really pretty.” —You threw the compliment back at him since he also looked really nice himself, but that was the usual with him, at least in your eyes. Before you two could leave, you told Kee goodbye and she told the two of you to have fun with clear excitement in her voice before you closed the door and walked out of the building with Seungjoon. You kept trying not to look overly excited, but then there was your roommate being quite obvious with that feeling. It made you think that perhaps it wasn’t as bad to let Seungjoon see that you were actually really happy that he had asked you out, so you turned to him and asked if he had any plans for the day.

—”So? Do you have any plans of where to go?” —Seungjoon hummed as he thought about it, but from his answer you suspected that maybe he hadn’t just come up with the idea and instead had decided on it beforehand.

—”What about going to the aquarium? I’ve actually never been to the one in this city.” —

—”Me neither! Usually I was too busy with uni to even have a chance to go.” —He felt the same way and you two shared your feelings of both being stressed from having so much to do for class but so little time for it, and kept talking about how now that finals had just ended your minds were still getting used to the abundance of free time and sometimes even instinctively told yourselves that ‘you should be studying’ when actually, you didn’t anymore. After laughing about it, you admitted; — “I’m excited.” —

Seungjoon smiled at you and then you felt his hand softly brush yours as you walked beside each other. You didn’t look down but instead kept the eye contact, your gaze showing your surprise as he interpreted the fact that you didn’t pull your hand away as a green light to first grasp your hand in his before lacing his fingers with yours. It was the first time you two had held hands, yet it felt so comfortable, and… so natural. And at the same time, so dreamy, that you couldn’t stop yourself from wishing with no words that this wouldn’t be a one-time thing and already looking forward to the next time you two could do something like this again and you could hold his hand.

Neither of you said anything about why you were doing that, about why you weren’t pulling away, about the unspoken giddy feeling bubbling inside both of your hearts. Instead, you kept casually talking about whatever topic that came to mind, like Seungjoon’s first experience at a cat café that he was reminded of and shared when the two of you walked past one. You said you had never been to one, to which he suggested that you should go if you ever had the chance.

—”Maybe one day we could go together.” —You gathered your courage to say, and Seungjoon excitedly agreed and said he was already looking forward to it.

The aquarium was a little far from where the two of you were staying, so he checked to make sure of which bus you’d have to take to get there and coincidentally enough turned the corner to the street where the closest bus stop was to see the one you needed stopping at it. There was only one person getting on so, afraid of the driver leaving the two of you behind, Seungjoon tightened the grip on your hand slightly and the two of you ran to get on before it could close the doors and drive away.

—”We’re here!” —Seungjoon exclaimed and you laughed at his excitement, at the same internally laughing at yourself for ever thinking of trying to look composed and not too excited when Seungjoon was opening his heart to you and showing that he was happy to be there with you.

You looked down at your hands still linked together. You had to let go to pay for the bus ticket, but he had quickly and casually reached for your hand again as soon as you two had put your wallets back to where you had them before. Once he started walking towards the counter next to the entrance to buy your tickets you looked back up. When you paid for them, Seungjoon grabbed them and you grabbed one of the fliers with information about what they had, some schedules of certain acts as well as a map of the place that looked kind of confusing but once you walked inside the building, you saw they also had indications to get to different spots there so that should probably be enough to guide you.

Seungjoon’s little gasp made you follow his gaze and your eyes landed on the glass walls behind which many colorful fish of different sizes swimmed around. You two walked closer to the crystal and looked up to the fish swimming nearer the top of the tank, and then down to see a manta ray resting on the surface of the sand. When you turned your head to look at Seungjoon, you found that he was already looking at you and couldn’t help but wonder if he thought you looked as beautiful as you thought he did right then, with the dim blue-ish lights of the room shining on him and his gentle smile making the atmosphere feel just so right.

Neither of you said anything and just let out a short chuckle before he turned his head again to read some of the indications on the walls, focusing on the one that had an arrow pointing to the door closest to the two of you along with a small white silhouette of a penguin. He looked back at you and asked if you wanted to go there, to which you nodded.

You had so much fun, you didn’t even know if you would remember the details of everything to tell Kee about them later, as she made you promise she would after receiving a text from her while you and Seungjoon were eating lunch at the restaurant right next to the aquarium but that was part of it. He had asked you what you were laughing at as you tried not to giggle at all the texts she kept sending, one after the other, saying how she hoped the date was going well, that you two were having fun and holding hands a lot to compensate all the time you hadn’t done that before. As much as you tried not to laugh, the smile was showing on your face. If you had told her that you two did indeed hold hands pretty much most of the time, you didn’t think you could take the amount of excited messages you would receive, you settled for a short reply telling her you’d text her later, and that was when she asked you to promise that you’d tell her how it went once you got home.

You didn’t tell Seungjoon what the messages said but told him it was just Kee sending you quite a lot of messages, and he laughed, mentioning how Joochan hadn’t even read his text where he told him that he was going to go on a date with you so that he didn’t wonder where he was when he got home from visiting his parents. You almost missed the last part of what he said after hearing him refer to this as a date. Just when you thought the day was already good enough getting asked out by Seungjoon, it got better, now you could be sure that you were completely right to think of this as something more special than just a hangout between two good friends.

When he asked if he could try the food you had ordered, it reminded you of the day he had picked you up after your last exam with drinks from your favorite coffee shop and you had tried each other’s drinks. You said yes and waited for him to take a bite of it, but instead of doing that, he playfully leaned forward a little, resting his elbow on the edge of the table and then his chin on his hand, opening his mouth a little but closing his eyes.

You were glad he closed his eyes and couldn’t see the way your face got all red, which you guessed had happened in less than a second judging from how suddenly you could feel the heat rising to your face. However, he didn’t have his eyes closed long enough not to notice, opening them once you took a piece of your food with your chopsticks and carefully placed it in his mouth. Although you could see his small smirk, he didn’t say anything about your blushing face and started chewing once you pulled your chopsticks away and back on your plate and you heard him hum excitedly at the taste. He then asked if you wanted to try his, which you did, yet you felt too embarrassed thinking of doing the same thing he had done. You grabbed your chopsticks but before you could do anything with it, Seungjoon got some food with his and slowly extended them a little closer to your face. You pressed your lips together tightly for a second and before finally letting out a shy giggle, opening your mouth and taking the bite of his food.

He laughed at your reaction, and a little more when you whispered how cheesy he was.

—”Do you hate it?” —He asked, but from the way he said it, it was clear he already knew the answer was a no. So you didn’t say anything and just laughed again, shaking your head a little before going back to eating your food, looking forward to what the rest of the day would bring.

Luckily for your heart, nothing much happened afterwards. You two kept walking around the aquarium hand in hand, visiting quite a few rooms more than once and laughing every time you’d pass by the room with the sharks while talking and, Seungjoon, way too distracted with what he was saying, would fail to remember that a few steps into the room a realistic-looking video would be projected on the wall in front of the two of you and showed a shark crashing onto the fake glass wall as if to break it and attack the person in front, with the sound of the crystal shattering playing with the video too. He’d let out a scream and get startled every single time no matter how many times he had sworn not to fall for it again before. The first time you had been quite startled too, but at this point it was just funny and if it wasn’t by the faces he made and his high pitched scream you’d think he was doing it in purpose. Your stomach hurt from laughing so much and Seungjoon whined, embarrassed and asking you not to laugh at him anymore. You apologised even though you knew he didn’t really mind that you laughed but still took a few more seconds to fully calm down.

Your phone vibrated and when you took it out of your pocket with your free hand to check what the new notification was, you realised it was once again the reminder to check if your plant needed water. You had set it so that you would have to tap the notification and confirm you had checked just so that you wouldn’t forget about it later, except that because of what you had seen when you went to check that morning, you had completely neglected the reminder.

Seeing it immediately brought your mood down, and you hated it for affecting you enough to so abruptly ruin your happiness after a great date with the person you had liked so much for who knows how long. Seungjoon seemed to notice the sudden shift in your expression, but didn’t say anything because you spoke before he could.

—”It’s so late already… Maybe we should go home?” —He stood silent a few seconds before nodding and walking with you towards the exit of the building. You were aware of how your sudden behaviour was bringing down Seungjoon’s joy too. You felt bad and tried to just act normally, but Seungjoon didn’t take it.— “I’m glad we got to see everything, it was a lot of fun.” —

—”Are you okay?” —He just asked and stopped walking to look at you properly. Your eyes met his and you instinctively looked away before responding, too embarrassing to even admit the nature of your sadness. Because he could perfectly think it was dumb and childish, and you wouldn’t blame him for it. But still, you couldn’t stop it from affecting you.

You remembered how excited you had been the day Kee got home holding a little pot with the small cactus in her hands, although also a little surprised that she bought it considering the two of you had said you didn’t really feel like taking care of a plant ever again after the last one you had. Of course, it was nothing like a person, or even like a pet, but still, it was a living being and you couldn’t help but feel terrible at how you weren’t able to take proper care of it and therefore caused it to wither.

You shily admitted to Seungjoon what the problem was, your voice almost a whisper, and told him that the reminder on your phone had definitely met its purpose and made you remember the whole thing. At the silence, you forced out a short laugh and tried to lighten up the atmosphere, instead just sounding like you were trying to convince yourself of your words instead of him.

—”I know it’s nothing, I’ll be over it in no time, it’s just a plant after all…” —

Seungjoon started walking again, this time to one of the resting rooms in the aquarium where people could sit on any of the couches and just look at the fish behind the glass walls and over the crystal ceiling while taking a little break. He sat the two of you down on one of the couches and then reached towards your free hand with his so he could grasp both your hands in his.

—”You don’t need to say it’s nothing.” —He finally responded, his thumbs slowly caressing the back of your hands. Still not able to meet his gentle eyes thinking you would end up tearing up if you did, you looked down at your lap and your hands, taking a deep breath.— “I’m sure you did your best, so I hope you don’t think that it was your fault that it withered.” —You nodded. It would probably take you a little to fully accept that, but you were thankful to him for saying it.— “You know what? Recently, I heard that apparently plants like it when they hear people talking.” —

You finally looked up and gave him a little smile that didn’t manage to fully hide that you were still a bit sad, even so you felt better since he listened to you and instead of thinking it was a childish thing to be so sad about, he was trying to cheer you up.

—”Where did you hear that?” —You asked, and Seungjoon chuckled when he remembered the answer.

—”Actually, I don��t know if you remember my friend Changyoon, but I caught him talking to his plants once.” —You laughed a little and so did Seungjoon.— “He got super embarrassed when he saw I was there and kept saying that plants like it when you talk to them, and I thought it was really funny, but maybe it’s true.” —

—”Maybe I will have to try it.” —You joked, although you would maybe actually try it the next time you felt ready to get a new plant. Seungjoon agreed to your idea before suggesting another one himself.

—”Actually, I was thinking of buying a plant for my room at my dorm. When I do, I will tell it about today!” —You laughed again thinking he was saying it more as a joke than seriously and you got almost a little embarrassed from feeling touched by what he said. You were still afraid of tearing up in front of him but you looked up and finally made eye contact with him, who smiled at you as sweetly as he usually would and whose eyes cutely crinkled slightly from his smile pushing his cheeks up.

—”Thank you for today.” —You admitted, and paused for a second before continuing.— “This really cheered me up. I had a lot of fun, and I hope we can do it again sometime.” —You looked around the room that was completely empty except for Seungjoon, you, and the colorful fish that swam around the two of you behind the glass. Everything started to feel more peaceful again, and you really owed it all to Seungjoon.— “If it hadn’t been for you, I would have probably spent most of my day sulking in my-” —

In what felt like less than a second, Seungjoon let go of your hands to softly cup your cheeks. Making you face him again, he leaned forward and your lips met his. Your eyes widened for an instant as you tried to acknowledge what was happening, and then closed your eyes. There was no sadness, no feeling other than that of Seungjoon’s lips softly caressing your own and your heart beating as lively as his.

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NCT - Him saying something hurtful to you and you get hurt afterward (2)

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RENJUN

"So, how do you say this?" he asked you again, and your mind went blank. You begged Renjun to teach you Chinese a while ago, but you had a tiny problem. For some reason, no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't understand. Being a foreigner learning Korean better but actually wanting to learn at least some basic Chinese was harder than expected. To the point where Renjun was getting frustrated. "You don't pay attention or something? Y/N, I've tried for months to teach you but you don't get anything. Are you dumb or something? Aish! I don't think I can do this anymore. I'm done." He stood up from the floor and went to the kitchen while Jisung just sat there looking at his Hyung, wondering why he exploded like that. His eyes went from the back of Renjun to you, who was still sitting on the floor but with eyes getting watery while you gathered all of your stuff slowly. Were you holding back your tears? He saw how you stood up and without saying anything, you left the dorm, but he couldn't forget the cast that you had taken off a day before, could you really stand up and leave quickly like that? "Hyung, " Jisung stood up from the couch he was on and went to the kitchen.

"Yes?"

"Hm… she just left." He said, somewhat nervous just in case Renjun wanted him to stop you.

"Without saying anything? What's gotten over her?"

"Hyung, you kind of… not kind of, you actually called her dumb. She seemed sad then she stood up and then left." Realization hits Renjun at that moment and remembered that the way he said you were dumb was hurtful. It was hard for you to learn Chinese when you weren't perfectly good at Korean either. He immediately left what he was doing at the kitchen to run after you.

His heart breaks at the sight of you right outside of the dorm door on the floor knowing that you didn't have to leave so quickly and tried to run when you actually couldn't.

"Y/N," his voice seemed sad as he crouched beside your crying figure. "Baby, let me help you up. You know your leg is not healed completely for you to be so harsh on it." His hand sweetly caressed your head.

"I'm just really dumb," you said, not lifting your eyes from your leg.

"No, you're not sweetie. The dumb here is me for even saying that to you. I'm really sorry." He carefully delivered his words making sure you can understand every word.

"You are dumb," for the first time you looked at his eyes ever since you fell on the floor.

"Forgive me?"

"I will think about it."

"Hot chocolate for my princess?"

"Sure."

JENO

He was going through something, but you didn't know what to do about that. All you wanted to do was help him overcome whatever he was going through, and instead, you were sitting in front of him drinking your ice coffee while staring at him and how he was looking outside with a straight face. No exchange of words, no exchange of looks, no eye smile he always has on no matter what. You were just there in silence thinking why he planned this date a week ago when he was just going to ignore you. "Can I ask what is going on inside your head?" You asked when you couldn't entertain yourself with your coffee since it was over.

"No, "

"Will, you ever tell me?"

"I don't think so, " he answered.

"You don't trust me?" You wondered, looking at him waiting for him to tell you, yes, instead he remained quiet and full of thought. That silence put pressure against your heart. Does that mean he doesn't trust you at all? After a year into the relationship? You got full of thought and just looked at his side face for a minute. His silence answered your question. And your heart broke. "I thought we were on the same page here but apparently we are not." A tear was begging to appear but you contained it by looking at the ceiling.

You were a sensitive girl you had to admit, but that occasion was just so painful for you for two reasons. Jeno didn't trust you, and when you stood up to leave you ended up crashing with a waiter that had a tray of hot coffee that found its way to fall on you. I repeat, hot coffees. You yell in pain when your chest and stomach started to burn in a way that you just broke down right there. The Jeno situation plus this was enough for you to let it all out.

Jeno looked at you as soon as you stood up and wanted to stop you but when the boy crashed onto you, he just didn't know what to say or do. "Babe, I—” he started to say but you already left the coffee shop and he wanted to punch himself for that. The truth was that he was jealous of Jaemin because ever since you met Jeno there has been this bond between Jaemin and you, like sister and brother, no feelings involved. And you have gotten mad about it because you felt like he didn't trust you enough when you said you were friends.

That's why it hurt your feelings when he didn't answer. You thought that was left in the past, you thought he had grown out of it. You were wrong.

Obviously, he ran after you, thinking about taking you to the hospital but you ignored him completely. You wanted to go home and nowhere else, and not being near him. " Where are you going?"

"Home, can't you see." You said, trying to stop crying even thought your chest and stomach were in pain.

"We should go to the hospital."

"My mom will treat me this," you said and continued to ignore him until you got home and left him behind. He called you that night, and the night before not being able to see you due to busy schedule, or so he said. Three days later he was on your bedroom door, with no eye smile.

"Can we talk?" Your eyes stared at his figure on your door, wanting to say yes but not wanting to open your mouth at all. "I was… jealous of Jaemin again. I saw he texted you when you went to look for our coffee and couldn't help but to feel jealous. I couldn't tell you because you were going to get mad at me again but I just can't hide my feelings and I'm sorry.” he said while you listened, getting upset about the " Jaemin" thing again.

"So… either way you don't trust me. I understand—" he cut you off mid-sentence, seeing Jeno get m frustrated for the first time in your life. "No, I do trust you! But even though he is one of my best friends I can't help but feel like he will steal you away from me. He could if he wanted, and that's scary." Instead of being mad at him, that disappeared and you felt sad.

"Babe… he will never.”

" I'm sorry.”

"Say sorry by asking my mom for that cream she put on me for the burn that practically was your fault.” you laughed a little so he could stop being so tense. Guess that was not going to happen, because the other concern was your stomach. It really got burned. Anyone could see the mark it was about to leave.

DONGHYUCK

You were getting pissed. You couldn't control it. He was joking trying to bother you so much today that your patience was running out. He knew you were hard to tease, and he decided that today was the day that he was going to tease you for the first time and do anything that would get you annoyed. At first, it was all fun, but it was getting to a point that you just wanted to run away after punching him in his extremely handsome face. "DONGHYUK, JUST LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE ALREADY." he was startled by you suddenly screaming his name instead of Baby, and then smiled because he got what he wanted. "are you mad?" He asked you. "I came to spend the day with you and you've been bothering me all day and joking around, can't you be a little more mature?" You lowered your voice but still raised your voice to let out all the frustration you had been locking up the whole day. His face was not playful anymore, in fact, he was getting a little mad as well

"Can't you fucking be a little less boring? When we got together I understood you were more of a serious girl but you're just boring."

"Sure, whatever." You said, totally hiding the fact that he saying you were boring was not hurtful at all. "There's no point in being together don't you think? I will just be annoying you by how boring I am, let's you leave this right here." You said, starting to look for the few things you had outside of your bad like your keys, phone, and wallet.

He stood behind you watching what you were doing not getting in his head that you were getting ready to leave on the only day you had to see each other for more than an hour. "That's not what I meant." Until he saw you grabbing your bag and walking straight to the door and started panicking.

"No, that's what you meant. I'm not stupid, I heard you." In a flash you opened the door and closed it, ignoring him calling out your name. You just continued walking through the people, not caring about him not being behind you or anything. You still had in your mind that there was no point to be with someone that you will never make happy no matter what. Or at least for a couple of minutes. Until you remembered how he said that you were boring. "I am really that boring?" You asked your self, completely lost in thought until you heard people yelling at someone to get out of the way. And realizing that that person was you but not being able to do anything because it was already too late was the worst part. Hopefully, the person driving the car stopped before he could hit you in a way that you would just have died. Instead, it touched you. You fell to the ground anyway and felt pain on your right leg. The lady got out of the car immediately and ran to you say how sorry she was and you almost could see her eyes getting full of tears. "It was my fault, I didn't pay attention to where I was going. I'm sorry."

Haechan was going to run after you but he got the most unnecessary call from his manager that he ended up hanging up, but when he got out of the dorm there was no sign of you. How he was so stupid to answer that call at that moment. He just started running in a direction while calling you to your phone to find out where you were. Did you just break up with him? Was it over for you two already? No way. He regretted his words because you weren't boring at all, but there was no way to tell you that since he lost you. A few minutes after his heart stopped when he heard people screaming at someone to stop or to be careful. He wished that person it wasn't you. But he heard your voice screaming for a few seconds due to pain. There was a mini crowd of people in the sidewalk in which he pushed around until he saw you being carried by two men that were helping a lady getting you inside her car. His heart broke when he saw a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

"Y/N!" You heard him and couldn't help but to roll your eyes while you were being placed inside the car "I'm her boyfriend can I go with you?" He said to the lady totally desperate, and the lady felt pity for him so she said yes and he sat beside you in the backs it without touching your leg. You avoided his eyes at all cost but you knew he was glancing at you with the puppy eyes you loved and hated at the same time. "You're not boring, " he broke the silence. "Whatever, " still avoiding his eyes. "Stop looking at me, "

"No, you're gorgeous."

"I hate you, "

"And I love you so forgive me, "

"Whatever, " you said but finally looked at him and laughed a little, seeing him feeling relieved.

JAEMIN

"Can't understand how you got to debut." His voice was audible as soon as the music on your phone stopped. You turn around to see him standing on the door arms crossed, and you can't help but look somewhere else to hide the fact that those words were actually hurtful. But you couldn't show him that to him, right? "Look who's talking," you didn't know where the strength to respond back came from. "There were actually a lot of other girls that could have debuted in your place, guess they wasted the spot completely." You laugh ironically, knowing that it was true. You spent hours and hours practicing you singing and dancing because you knew you were there for your looks. But looks don't give you talent. No matter how beautiful you are, you have to work hard to get the skills you lack, and that's what you were doing for longer than your schedule had planned for you. In that case, hearing say something you already knew was hurtful, and more when you knew what he was doing there. "It's enough, Jaemin."

"Don't like the truth?"

"Stop,"

"Can't hear fac—"

"Just because you're in love with me and we cant be with each other doesn't mean you have hurtful towards me. You're not the only one that got a broken heart so please leave so I can fucking practice." And without another word you olay the song again and start to practice harder. Three hours later, you let yourself fall on the floor panting hard, feeling how every single muscle from your body was hard to move. You couldn't. The tiredness was extreme, and you couldn't remember if you had taken water while sweating for all that time. Did you have lunch? You can't remember. Your eyes were barely able to look at the ceiling due to the lights hurting your eyes. And slowly your eyes get closed until you lost consciousness of your surroundings.

He couldn't really focus on the recording they were doing, his mind only was thinking about you and how he really got over the line while trying to push you away and forget about how much he liked you. As soon as he finished, he went back to the dance room where he saw you lying on the floor with your eyes closed, and panicked washed all of his face. He quickly threw himself on the floor beside you and held your face while calling your name softly. For his luck, they opened. But they looked so tired that he regretted more than ever saying that before.

"Are you okay? Did you faint? I'm sorry. For what I said, this is just difficult for me. I can't control my words lately and… "

"Everything was dizzy," you ignored the other things he said after you promised yourself not to talk about what you two went through a little while ago. " I was really dizzy. So I laid down and next thing I know you're grabbing my face like this." He noticed he was holding your face with both hands, but doesn't think about taking them away. He did not want to.

"Do you want something? Anything I can get from you?" He was nervous to see you so worn out. after all. He liked you.

"Just call my manager, tell her to please take me home. Even though I'm not supposed to be here right now."

"Anything else?" He nods and shifts his eyes all over your face, remembering why he loved it so much.

"And stop talking with me… we can't be doing this and you know it."

"I know,"

CHENLE

Your eyes were fixed on the broken piece on the floor, not believe what happened. You didn't want to stumble and end up breaking something that looked so expensive. It was a simple vase, but it looked like it was worth more than your entire life and you wanted nothing more than disappear in the thin air. As soon as Chenle heard the loud sound of glass breaking, he ran outside his house. You were supposed to just go for a glass of water, nothing else. Your heart was beating fast, and tears started to roll down your cheeks and when you saw Chenle with his mouth wide open. "I'm sorry It was not my intention to break this I—”

" What did you just do?" He yelled at your figure crouched on the floor.

“I—it was no—” you wanted to say in between sobs, but he was not listening to you. All he could hear was his parents scolding him for breaking that.

"You just went for water, you can't even do that right?” his words echoed inside your head, and it just felt like a vivid Deja Vu. It wasn't, but the words were similar to your parents telling you that all the time. You had found comfort when Chenle appeared in your life as the first person that was proud of you for anything that you had put your effort into. And then he left you alone like your parents have done your entire life. The tears didn't stop falling even if you tried to calm yourself down. You opted for at least pile all the pieces of glasses together while thinking about looking for broom at least. But you didn't know if he wanted you to throw it away or leave there. Either way, you piled them. "Ah, ” you whined when you felt a piece of glass piercing your hand. " everyone is right, I can't do anything right.” you decided to ignore it and finish to pile it up until you see that the cut in your hand was bleeding more than normal. In the end, it wasn't that deep, but it was bleeding a lot. You thanked God that the floor was not covered by a carpet, because it was dripping. "Aish, " you said a little bit loud for your liking and tried to cover your hand from dripping more with your other hand while ran you went to the bathroom. Chenle was looking for a broom to clean the mess you did while frowning and thinking what his parents were going to do and pissed with you for causing him trouble, obviously until he saw the blood on the floor, and knowing that it wasn't his he panicked.

There was something that worried him more than his parents taking off all his privileges and scolding him, and it was seeing you hurt and crying in the bathroom. He saw how you had your hand close to your eyes so you could see if there was a piece of glass, and then putting pressure on it so It could stop bleeding. The anger was forgotten at that point, and then he regretted yelling at you. Just seeing you so broken was enough to do that. He silently walked to you and carefully grabbed your wrist to take a look at the cut.

He pulled you to the toilet and sat you there while looking everywhere in the bathroom for the first aid kit. He crouched in front of you and with a cotton he started to clean your wound as carefully as he could, and from time to his eyes went to your face. Your look was lowered, and the almost dry tears were visible to him.

You wanted to speak but knew that saying sorry was not fixing the expensive vase. "It's okay, ” he said sweetly. " my parents have enough money to buy 10 of the same vase. They should just do that." He tried to joke, but your expression was the same. You felt sorry and there was anything that could be done. you couldn't pay it back. "Look at me, " he ordered, still sweet. You did so. "It's okay, "

"Your words said a different thing earlier."

"But they were not true, I was shocked."

"I'm sorry." You felt your tears watering again.

"Give me a kiss and it will be good, okay?" You smiled at his cheesiness.

JISUNG

"Leave me alone, Jisung." You said as you walked quickly through the hall with your books in hand. You were going to be late for your other class since someone wanted to pester you and finding a reason to stand in your way. You couldn't say be was bullying you, he just liked to bother you and make you pissed for no reason, and you hated him for that. Even though he was the cutest boy you've ever met. At some point, you thought he liked you the same way you liked him, you how they say that if a boy bothers you it means that he likes you. He bothered you but made clear he would like anyone but you. It was hurtful at first, but you got over that. "Why should I?

" Gosh, you need me at school if not you would have nothing else to do, right?" You stopped abruptly and he did the same, following you with a cheeky smile. "Don't flatter yourself, Y/N. You could disappear and no one will notice. Or at least I wouldn't." Your heart skipped a beat, and not for a good reason. You have thought that before, but hearing a person actually saying that to you struck your heart so suddenly that all you could do was look somewhere else and continue walking.

Next day you didn't show up at school, and his lie fell right down on him. When he walked through the hallway and didn't see your figure in your locker, he frowned and asked himself why you weren't there. He knew you had math first period and walked past the classroom but didn't see you there. And for some reason, he started to worry.

At recess, he saw your group of friends at their table and decided to go and ask. "Excuse me, I'm sorry for interrupting but do you know where's Y/N?" They all looked at each other with a worried look, remembering why you were at school today.

"She's in the hospital."

His world crashed down. Or at least that's what he felt. "Why?"

"We don't know yet, her mother just told us that."

After that, he was anxious all day. The hours were slow, each period seeming longer than they have ever been, and when the last class ended, his body jumped from his seat and the first person to leave school was him.

You opened your eyes to see the doctor beside you writing something while speaking to your mom at the same time. "She must wake up anytime so— oh, look who's awake."

"Sweetie, my love, " your mom called your name. "What have I told you about skipping meals? You should eat more, and sleep more, and do what humans beings need to survive

"I forget, " you said as you could, and smiled when your mom kissed your forehead. The doctor helped you sit down on the bed and gave you a glass of water.

"Also, why you never told me you had a boyfriend? I thought you trusted me."

"I don't have one, mom."

"Then who's the nervous boy sitting outside? He's genuinely worried about you." You got more confused as she was talking. What boy? "I will let him in, he's really cute. You would look good together." She started to go to the door, told the boy to enter and just left. "Who is the mother here, her or is it me?" You were saying until his face appeared in sight. "Wh—what are you doing here?"

"You weren't at school." He seemed hesitant. He was standing in the door and didn't know what to do or say. Until he finally got the courage to walk slowly to you, who was still confused." How are you feeling?"

"What do you want, Jisung? Weren't you the one that told me that if I disappear you wouldn't even notice?"

"Don't disappear." He said to the speed of light, so fast that you were shocked. "Never."

"Do you need someone to bother so bad? Get a girlfriend, you're already annoying anyway."

"It's true. I would bother you if you were my girlfriend anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"That I like you. And that somebody needs to check that you are eating well all the time." You've never hard him be this straight forward for all your high school years. He bothered you, and most off the time it was silently. Now that he was saying that to you, you didn't know what to do more than just stare at his eyes, figuring out if it was a joke. But he would travel from school to here just for a simple stupid joke. "I know I've gotten you to hate me all these years but it's because I never had the nerves to tell you that. But you had to get me all anxious and worried for me to actually tell you. And I realized that I have try my best to win your heart."

"It will not be that hard, actually." You murmured.

"What do you mean?"

"Let's see what happens."

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A Study in Love

Modern College AU Ivar x Reader

Summary: An American befriends the Lothbrok boys at university in an unusual way. Basically, it’s a romcom in fic form, okay? Enjoy.

A/N: This is for my wonderful friend @watery-lane who means the world to me. It is... 5400 words long, with warnings for smut.

Chemistry

It seemed like you had just closed your eyes when your alarm was blaring around you. You debated hitting snooze before reasoning that you were already running late and you would have to power walk to reach your appointment on time.

You stood from your desk chair, knowing that napping in your bed was a recipe for disaster. Quickly, you stretched before grabbing your bag and moving out of the door. The walk usually took ten minutes, but if you put on your headphones you could do it in seven.

The music filled your ears and you were off, weaving through other students as you took the familiar path to your favorite library. You showed your ID to the security guard before walking to the usual area, slowing when you saw he wasn’t alone.

The brothers sat next to each other, Hvitserk with his chemistry book on the table and Ivar with his feet next to it, balancing the chair on the legs in a way that made your heart race. As you made your way over to them, you thought about how it was a scenario you never imagined – approaching the Lothbrok boys while they waited for you.

You didn’t realize you were out of breath until you got to the table, swinging your bag off your shoulder in a way that could have been more graceful. “Sorry I’m late,” you breathed, pulling out a chair and sliding into it before making eye contact with the boys.

They took in your unkempt hair, sweatpants and t-shirt. You were too busy going through your bag to notice. Hvitserk smiled moving closer to the table while Ivar put his feet down. “I don’t think we’ve met,” Ivar said, biting his lip before sticking out his hand. “Ivar.” You looked at Hvitserk before taking it. You introduced yourself, leaving out the part where you wanted to remind Ivar that you sat next to him in Art History last semester. It was a fifteen person class, but maybe he didn’t remember.

“You tutor my brother?” He asked, his blue eyes seemed calm and kind. Not at all what you expected.

“I do, we have chemistry together.” You didn’t realize what you said until Ivar started laughing and Hvitserk tried to shush his brother before the librarian did.

You stumbled over your words, trying to explain what you meant but Ivar was done with the conversation. He threw a “Nice to meet you” over his shoulder before he walked out of the library, still laughing at your remark.

Great.

You turned your attention back to Hvitserk. “Sorry about that, I-”

“No need to apologize, he knew what you meant.” You decided to leave it at that, asking Hvitserk about his day before diving into the subject matter. You actually looked forward to these hours with Hvitserk. It wasn’t just that he absurdly overpaid you or seemed more eager to engage than your other clients. These moments also allowed you peaks into his world that you never really felt quite comfortable stepping in.

When your session was over, both of you complained about having more work to do. You decided to stay in the library to avoid the temptation of your bed. “Wanna grab a coffee?” he asked, surprising you. You didn’t know what to say, so you just nodded.

Honor

Ivar sat outside with his friends, trying to control his anger as they continued talking about his ex-girlfriend. They were the couple to be until she was caught kissing one of the graduate teaching assistants in office hours. She told him it was so she would get better marks, but he didn’t trust her anymore.

Now, here he was, reminding them that he could have any girl he wanted but most girls weren’t worth the effort.

“I bet you couldn’t get a random girl you don’t even know to date you,” his buddy Gregor said.

“I could have any girl at this school and you know it.”

“Then prove it. Get her to go on a date with you.” He turned to where Gregor was pointing. You were the girl he met yesterday in the library. He couldn’t quite remember your name, so that meant you should still be an option.

What Gregor didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

“Watch and learn,” Ivar said as he slid off the railing and went to catch you.

“Hey,” he called, before reaching out to grab your arm.

You turned, startled but smiled slightly when you noticed it was him. Still your eyes told him you were confused. He had planned to ask you out immediately, done and done. But he hadn’t been prepared for the softness in your eyes.

“What… what are you doing later?”

“Uhm.. what?”

He repeated the question, ignoring the snickers he heard from his friends a few yards away.

”Going to class?”

“Do you want to meet up after?” This was strange. First Hvitserk, now him.

“Why? Do you need help with something?”

“I do actually. What time do you get out of class?” He made plans to meet you at 9:30 and then watched you walk away, trying to figure out what he could possibly ask for your help on.

The Lamppost

It was 9:35 and Ivar had endured a shit day.

He had completely forgotten about the bet and was on his was to his room or the bar when it hit him and he was on the opposite side of campus. Fucking perfect.

He swung around, wishing he had your number to cancel. The entire idea was idiotic and when he finally made it to the library at almost 10, he prepared himself for your frustration as well.

You were there, headphones in and laptop open, typing away as if you had just been hit with inspiration. He sat next to you, feeling like the weight of the world pushed him into the chair harder than he intended. The sound startled you and gasped, removing your headphones and peering over your laptop at him.

“Oh, Ivar – it’s you” you laughed at yourself for being so startled. “I thought…” then you noticed the look on his face and it scared you. This was the Ivar you had heard rumors about, and you didn’t know how to react. Now you were afraid that anything you said could summon his infamous temper.

He glared at you, not entirely sure why he had even bother to come. He was angry that he took Gregor up on a stupid bet. What was he trying to prove? He could be 2 drinks in by now.

“Are you okay, Ivar?” You knew the answer but you didn’t know what else to say.

“Obviously not. Look, I’m sorry I wasted your time.”

As he grabbed his bag to leave, you thought about all of your friends and how important it was for people to have someone they could talk to. You could tell Ivar was upset, and you wondered if anyone had tried to break through his terrifying glare. Maybe it was Hvitserk’s kindness, but you decided to try.

“Do you want to get a coffee?”

Ivar was so taken aback. He had been such a jerk to you and had been resolved to knocking back a few drinks and letting the day be over. He nodded and you started packing up, grabbing your bag and following him outside.

“Actually, I was going to get something a little stronger,” he confessed when you made it outside.

“You know it’s Wednesday?”

He laughed and you were glad to see the change in his face so quickly. “I’ve had a long day.”

“Why don’t you tell me about it?” He looked at you under the lamppost, the sincerity in your eyes as you looked at him. You placed a hand on his shoulder and he nodded, starting the walk back across campus to the bar.

You didn’t have to prompt much to get Ivar to talk to you. His entire day came spilling out as you slowly walked across campus. It was clear he felt a lot of pressure to figure out his major since he didn’t want to be in his brothers’ shadow at his dad’s company. You listened as he told you how he felt everyone doubted him and how he wanted to finish college and start his own business, just to prove everyone wrong.

“Or I could just drop out and start now. I have so many ideas, I just. I don’t know what’s right.” The look of frustration he gave you broke your heart. The pressure to figure everything out was so unfair, so you shared with him the revelation that helped relieve some of that for you.

“You don’t have to have all of the answers right now, Ivar. Think of all of the people who are doing amazing things – even your dad! He didn’t study the perfect thing at college and follow a path. You don’t have to either”

“Are you saying I should drop out?” You guys had made it to the bar now and his eyes were pleading for your answer.

“I’m saying you have time. But honestly, I don’t think one missed assignment should derail your plan.”

That wasn’t the answer he was looking for, but it felt like the perfect one. He didn’t have to figure it out all tonight. There was time. He opened the door to the bar, but noticed your hesitation.

“It’s so late,” you said.

He let go of the door and came over to you. “The least I could do to repay you for your profound wisdom is buy you a drink.” He took your hand, smiling at you, and suddenly you felt more awake than you had a second ago.

So you went inside.

The Party

You tried to fight your crush with logic. All of the reasons it wouldn’t work. But soon, you were seeing Ivar every day. He would meet you in the library and work across from you until the building closed, walking you home and talking about any and everything.

He almost had a heart attack when you told him you had never seen a single Star Wars movie, so you spent the next few weekends at his apartment with him and Hvitserk. Once, his brothers came over and all of you went out for dinner and when you got over the cars and the money that seemed to just fall off of them, you had a great time.

That was also the first night that Ivar kissed you outside of your door and sent you in a wave of confusion over what this was becoming.

After that first night at the bar, you confessed that you had avoided college parties like the plague and Ivar begged to take you and you always said no. Then today, he texted you for the 80th time. You were feeling good, having crushed a presentation and gotten an internship offer, so you figured why not.

Your tiny room was overwhelmed by outfits you had tried on. You stood in the mirror, testing out different angles of this dress you bought with your friends at the beginning of the semester that you never had the occasion to wear. It was too revealing to be formal, but too dressy to be casual. Maybe this house party would be the perfect time to bring it out.

You heard a knock and took a deep breath. You walked over to the door, feeling your heart race as you pulled it open to find him. Ivar’s blue eyes took you in, the look making you feel exposed in a delicious way that you tried not to think about too much.

“Sorry for the mess, I -”

“You look amazing.” You didn’t know what to say.

He waited while you grabbed your small purse and turned off the light in your room. Days before you had felt like you could say anything to Ivar. Now, you didn’t know what to say that didn’t sound stupid. Would you ask him about the weather? That would be weird. But would it be more weird than not saying anything at all?

As you neared the party and heard the music and voices, your anxiety began to set in. You had already shared with Ivar how nervous crowds made you, and he felt you begin to slow down. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently. At least you weren’t alone.

Ivar rested against the counter in the kitchen, taking his hand from his crutches to pour you both a drink. You were nervous again, but you took it, inhaling the sickly-sweet smell of the punch you had heard so much about. Ivar laughed at your expression, he thought you were adorable with your face scrunched up.

He held out his cup to yours. “A toast to your first university house party,” he said into your ear so you could hear him over the music. You smiled, taking his lead and bringing the drink to your lips. The first few sips burned but you kept going because he did. It was sweet enough that you could drink it quickly and you gasped as you finished, catching Ivar beaming at you as you scrunched up your face again.

“Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” You smiled as he took your cup and poured you another drink. You carried both of the drinks back to the main room where you saw Hvitserk and some other Rugby players. The drink was settling in a little and you felt excited, walking over to him and giving him a hug.

“You look… wow,” he said, smiling at you. You did a little turn for him and he almost didn’t recognize you, holding two drinks and looking more carefree than he had ever seen you. Then he saw his brother approach and his heart sank a little. Hvitserk liked you, but he knew his brother and he didn’t think this would end well. He had watched you two fall for each other. He loved your company, but he wished he would have warned you.

Ivar made it to the group, slapping hands with some of the Rugby players before putting his arm around you. You gave him his drink and sipped yours while you listened to them talk about sports you didn’t know a lot about because you were American. But then they mentioned football, your football, and you HAD to interject.

Ivar watched your eyes light up as you talked about your favorite players and teams and the current season. When one of the guys asked you about a rugby player, you admitted you had never been to a game and they eagerly invited you to watch. One of the guys even said he would give you a private lesson and Ivar watched you blush, restraining himself from pulling you even tighter against him.

You finished your cup and looked to Ivar, asking him if he wanted more and he nodded. He watched you dance away with Hvitserk in tow, turning back to find some of the other guys watching you as well. “Man she is… wow” one of the guys said and the other nodded along. “She your girl?” They all looked at Ivar as he turned back to watch you playfully push Hvitserk away.

“Yeah, she is.”

The Warning

You stood in the kitchen with Hvitserk, watching him finish his drink as you waited in line for more. “So you and my brother, huh?”

You were well past tipsy and you couldn’t help but push him away. “Yeah, right” You turned and saw Ivar watching you so you gave him a small smile. “I mean, I don’t know.”

“Just be careful,” he said. “I know my brother.” His words sobered you up a little bit, but you wanted to shake them off. He didn’t see the Ivar you saw. Maybe that was the issue. But it was your turn in the drink line so you filled up the cups before walking back over to Ivar, handing him his drink.

You don’t know how many drinks you had as you sat in Ivar’s lap, curled into him as the music filled your ears. The world was spinning, and you were trying to hold on to him to steady yourself. He got Hvitserk to help get you home and he was glad he asked. You kept stumbling and apologizing but also saying how happy you were to be with the Lothbrok brothers and how they were way nicer than everyone said.

They finally got you to your room and you fell on the bed. Ivar didn’t want to leave you like that so he stayed, climbing into your bed, and pushing your hair out of your face. You were already fast asleep.

The Hangover

Your head was pounding, your body was aching, and the sunlight was piercing your eyes. You were hot and it was only when you bolted out of bed and over Ivar that you realized he was there. You emptied your stomach into the trashcan, deciding that staying on the floor was better than trying to make it back to the bed.

Ivar sat up on his elbow, watching you to see if you were okay. He was still half asleep, but you looked so miserable he decided to join you on the floor. “Hey,” he said softly, “let’s get you some water.” He went to your mini fridge and pulled out your pitcher before pulling himself up to find a cup. He poured one and handed it to you before taking one for himself.

“How are you feeling?” You glared at him and he laughed. “Let’s get you some food.” He reached down to pull you up and you let him, thinking food sounded like an amazing idea. Once you were standing, you grabbed on to him to keep your balance. His strong hands held you and you found yourself looking into his eyes.

You dress was around your hips and you noticed Ivar wasn’t wearing pants. The events of last night were a blur, and you knew you were bolder than usual but you didn’t think you were that bold. “Did we…” you asked, looking at the bed before looking back at him.

He gave a half smile. “No, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” His hand moved to your lower back and everything in you wanted to kiss him, but you did just throw up into a trashcan in front of him so you weren’t sure if the feeling was mutual.

You nodded before stepping back, gathering your stuff for a shower and moving slower than usual. Ivar made you take ibuprofen and you thanked him before pulling down your dress and going to the shower. You stood under the water for a little longer than usual, letting the it rush over you as you smiled to yourself. Despite the headache, you were happy.

You never thought Ivar Lothbrok would take care of you, least of all that you would be hungover, but everything happens for a reason.

You didn’t know if it was the medicine, the water, or the shower but you felt alive again. You wrapped yourself in a towel before heading back to your room and finding it empty. You checked your phone, but there wasn’t a message from Ivar. You heard a knock on your door and it opened, revealing Ivar with your now clean trash can.

You were speechless.

Smiling, you took it from him. You thanked him and he collapsed on your bed, shaking it off and checking his own phone. You showed him where your charger was then tried to get dressed without feeling self-conscious. Ivar tried not to stare, but he was kidding himself if he thought he wouldn’t take peeks at you. Until he saw a message on his phone that made his heart sink.

It was from Gregor, congratulating him on winning the bet.

The Talk

Ivar seemed distant as you sat across from him in the cafeteria. He was probably trying to think of the best way to leave without hurting your feelings and you wondered if you should beat him to the punch. “Look,” you began, “if you have other plans today, I understand.”

That seemed to pull him out of whatever fog he was under. “What? No, I… listen.” He ran his hands through his hair before letting out a sigh and looking back at you. “Wanna take a walk?”

Now your heart was really pounding. You nodded and finished your water before standing up to leave. For a while, neither of you said anything, and you had no idea what to expect. You passed a field that had a few people sitting outside, enjoying the unusually warm fall day. “Should we sit?” You asked and he nodded.

You lay down next to Ivar, facing him while he looked at the sky. Something was definitely on his mind. “What’s going on?” You asked softly, tearing off a piece of grass and tracing his arm with it. He looked at you and smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

“I need to tell you something.”

“Alright, then.”

“These past few weeks have been… amazing. I mean, I’ve never felt so comfortable around anyone before.” He looked at you, watching you smile at him and he didn’t want to break your heart. “Last night made me realize… how happy I am that I got to know you… and -”

You cut him off with your lips, finally doing what you had been wanting to do all day. Ivar didn’t need much encouragement, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer to him. He knew this would make it harder to tell you, but he didn’t care. Right now, being under the sun with his lips on yours was what he wanted.

Holiday

Ivar decided it was better if he didn’t tell you about the bet. Instead, he invited you on their annual family trip after Christmas. He wouldn’t tell you where it was, only the day and time to be at the airport.

When final exams were finally over, you went to celebrate with Hvitserk and Ivar at their apartment since you would fly home the next day for the holidays. You were so happy, the stress of finals gone, the holiday spirit in the air, and you were with your favorite person.

You all sat on their couch, drinking and watching nothing on tv. It wasn’t until Ivar woke you up that you realized you had fallen asleep. You followed him to his room, laying on his bed while you watched him shed his clothes. He laughed at you, still fully clothed before coming over to help you at least take off your shoes.

You watched as his strong hands unlaced and pulled off your boot. While he worked on the other one, you brought your foot to his crotch, gently running your toe over his boxers. His hands immediately froze but you did not.

Many passionate kisses had been shared between you, a handful of nights shared in each other’s bed. But you had never crossed that line and now seemed like the perfect time. He finished with your other boot, more quickly than the last one, and you pulled yourself up to meet him. You kissed him impatiently, only stopping so he could pull your dress over your head.

As soon as it was off, your lips connected immediately and he pushed you back on the bed, pulling himself on top of you. Your legs were spread on either side of him and you reached to pull him free, lining him up with your entrance as he bit into your lip.

A moan tore through your body as he pushed into you, your head tilted back and your arms clinging to him. His lips found yours again until his pants took over. His warm breath on your ear combined with your soft moans sent you into a trance as your hips continued to meet his.

You knew he was close, but you weren’t prepared for his release as he slammed into you, the sensation pushing you over the edge. Your legs started to shake around him as he held himself inside you, kissing you through your orgasm as you held you eyes closed.

Both of you regained your breathing, his head on your chest and you stroking his hair. In that moment, you knew you loved him.

Curiosity

You both were eager to go again the next morning. As you lay in bed, tracing his arms as you lay on your stomach, you suggested one last breakfast before you went home. He told you his ex had to grab some clothes but after that he was free.

You ignored that sinking feeling that he still had her stuff at his place after all this time, and you wondered why she suddenly needed it today. As if on scheduled, the doorbell rang and Ivar kissed you on the cheek before pulling on sweatpants and going to answer the door.

You stretched, realizing you should take a shower and debating waiting for Ivar to join you. You smiled to yourself, putting your head on his pillow and inhaling his scent. Until you heard her voice.

“I heard you won the bet.” Curiosity made you focus on her next words. “I mean, you must feel even more invincible convincing a nobody to fall for you.” You weren’t sure what was worse, her words or the venom that dripped from them. You heard Ivar tell her to leave, but you couldn’t stop yourself from creeping closer to the door.

“I heard you were still going out with her?” Your heart rose to your throat. “The bet’s over now, you can stop playing games.”

“Please leave,” Ivar whispered harshly. You knew he didn’t want you to hear.

“Babe, I miss you.” The silence seemed to last forever, and you knew Ivar was trying to control his anger. “I never meant to hurt you, I -”

“GET. OUT!” he yelled so furiously your heart started to race and all you wanted in that moment was to not be in his rom. You started getting dressed quickly, grabbing everything and stuffing it into your bag. You heard the door open and you couldn’t even face him, your eyes glued to the floor as you tried to push past him.

“Wait, let me explain,” you heard the emotion in his voice so you knew the words were true.

“Ivar, I can’t -” you took a deep breath. “Please, let me go.”

“No, I can explain, it was stupid, it didn’t mean -”

You put your hands to your ears. “I am done listening to your lies, Ivar. Get your fucking hands off me.”

He had never seen you so angry and he didn’t know what else to do, so he let you go. Hvitserk had come downstairs and you remembered his words as you passed him.

You should have been more careful.

Congratulations

When you were little, you vowed that if you got married you didn’t want the anniversary to be near your birthday or Christmas because you didn’t want either to be ruined. And here you sat, on the verge of tears, unable to watch your favorite holiday movie because it reminded you of him.

He was your first in so many ways and you didn’t know how to begin to get over it. You tried through Christmas, but today was the day you were supposed to leave with Ivar and you couldn’t fake it anymore. He had called and messaged you so much the first day that you just blocked him on every social media app you could find.

You almost blocked Hvitserk when he messaged you that Ivar was sorry and he wanted to explain. But what needed to be explained? You had to move on.

No matter how hard it would be.

It wasn’t until you heard his voice that you thought you were losing your mind. But then you heard it again, followed by your mom’s laughter and you sat up in disbelief. You went down the stairs, your hands shaking as you came into the kitchen. His back was to you, but you didn’t know whether to kiss him or punch him.

Your mom saw you first and then he turned to look at you.

“What… what’re you doing here?”

“We had plans.” He said it so matter of factly, you were convinced you were dreaming. This entire situation was too absurd.

He followed you outside as your mom called after you. It was cold and you wish you had a jacket but you didn’t care. It seemed to wake you up a little.

“I know this was all a bet. You’ve won already, congratulations.” You could tell your words hurt him, but you didn’t care.

He looked into your eyes. “I did win.” The tears that had been threatening to fall all day finally ran down your cheeks. “Listen to me. You are what I won, it just took a stupid bet to make me realize.”

“Well good for you, have fun with your family.” You turned to go back inside, but he reached for you and you heard the pleading in his voice as he called your name.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” you asked, your voice so small it was barely a whisper.

“How could I?” You didn’t care if you saw his point, he shouldn’t have made the bet in the first place.

“You hurt me,” you said before the sobs started. You let him hold you in his arms, not knowing what to do. It had to mean something that he came all this way? You wanted to believe he wasn’t faking his feelings for you, but he was a liar. How could you trust him again?

He led you to the steps you had outside, and you sat, leaning into him from the cold. Or that’s what you told yourself. He gave you his jacket and you listened as he told you about the bet. About how he thought the whole thing was stupid and wasn’t going to do it until that night at the bar. How he fell for you, really fell for you, unlike any other girl he ever dated. How he would spend every day making it up to you, if you would give him a chance.

Your tears had dried. Standing from the bench, you looked at him with eyes less kind than he had seen before. “I need time,” was all you said before you went back inside. He debated following you, at least to get his jacket back, but decided against it as he went down the stairs to his car.

A Resolution

It was a new year and a new semester. A fresh start. The energy was optimistic and you made your way through the people telling holiday stories to your favorite library. It was relatively empty since classes had just started, but you always had work to do.

You pulled out your laptop, opening a fresh notebook while it turned on. You were almost done when you looked up, finding Ivar sitting across from you. His eyes caught yours and he gave you a half smile. You couldn’t help but smile back.

When you had finished working, you packed your bag, preparing to leave. You looked at Ivar expectantly and he beamed, throwing everything into his bag before joining you. Silently, you both left the building. He wasn’t sure what to say and everything he thought of didn’t seem right.

You stood under the same lamppost from so many nights ago, your eyes expressionless as you watched him. Ivar wondered how long it would take if you ever got back to the way things were.

“Can I walk you to your room?” You nodded, also unsure of the words to say to tell you how you felt. The walk seemed longer than usual, and when you made it to your door you still hadn’t made up your mind.

“Well, goodnight” Ivar said, but you grabbed his arm. You unlocked your door, before bringing your hand to his and pulling him inside.

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Dancing lessons

Barry Berkman x reader

Summary: Barry is finally cast in a feature, the problem? He said he could dance and now he can either disappoint Sally or found a way to learn some steps.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, guns, cheating, drinking.

Part 1 ● Part 2 ● Part 3 ● Part 4 ● Part 5 ● Part 6 ● Part 7 ● Part 8 ● Epilogue

Part 6

The rumor of sheets moving and the muffled steps on the carpet didn't wake you up, the clock in your nightstand said 02:00 pm and you have been sleeping for about half an hour after your spontaneous marital responsibilities, and you were still tired for the sleepless night; it was the sudden loneliness in the bed that felt wrong enough to make you incorporate in the bed.

"I thought the main purpose of getting married was that the guy will no longer leave in a hurry barely putting on his clothes" you told him and he gave you an strange look that made you feel uncomfortable with your nudity and search for a robe to cover yourself.

"I'm sorry honey, there is already trouble with the merge of the new company" He said putting on his pants and searching for a clean shirt on the closet "I had to head for the office, but I'll be home by 9, and we can have dinner"

"I can cook if you want" you said approaching him and helping him with his tie "Your favorite maybe?" You gave him a sad smile knowing too well what by 9 meant.

"Oh no, you should rest, we can go out or order something" There it was, like always an empty promise to hide the fact that he would stay until 10 or 11 pm at the office, and avoiding trouble at home by not making you put on any effort.

"Sure, there is new place a couple blocks from here I want to try" You said now following the lie "Is an Italian place L'angolo delle delizie maybe you could make reservations" You followed him out of the room and gave him the suitcase he left on the ground.

"Sounds great" He said putting on his jacket, he smiled the way both of you knew it meant we are not doing that "Italian sounds great, specially since you eat a lot of Chinese last night" He add completely innocently, but it light all the alarms in your head and protectively grab your phone, even when he was not looking at it.

"I was just hungry" You lied and he gave you a kiss on the cheek before walking away, the steps down the stairs became distant and one final door closed downstairs and then silence.

And like a stupid little child you started to cry holding yourself, until your legs won't hold you anymore and you feel into the floor, tired and angry at yourself, still holding the phone, you opened to see a text from Barry, one hour after the one you sent.

Sorry, I was filming. Doctor said you can't drink, but I'll bring the money. Meet you at 5.

The fact that he was still concerned about your well being made you smile, and then you were angry for smiling so you throw the phone against the wall and screamed in pain.

It was wrong, you felt guilty without doing anything, and the reason was now completely clear, you wanted to, you wanted for him to make a move on you, since you were too much of a coward to do it yourself.

But he wouldn't, he had a beautiful girlfriend, you saw her face popping up in random tv shows and commercials now an then, and you knew the mere reason you have met was to make her happy. He loved his Sally, with a devotion that was longer lost from you and Alan.

You stand up and picked the phone, then you look at your wedding picture, Juntos para toda la vida Together for life, a nice thing Alan Spanish grandma said on your wedding day, and now it felt more like a sentence.

You repressed the urge to cry again and instead change your clothes for something you could dance with. At least exhausted and covered in sweat you could silence your conscience.

After three hours of miserably following the rythm and two close calls to hit the floor again you lie on the floor completely tired. But maybe a little more peaceful, then Macy's figure came inside and blocked the light before giving you a hand to stan up.

"The four year olds keep giving you a hard time?" She asked once you were on your feet.

"No, I actually cancel class today, I forgot to tell you" You said and pointed at your head "I suffered a minor accident last night"

"And why are you doing this then?" She pointed at your clothes and then the record player "The last time you did that was because you were stressed out about your grandma having her hysterectomy"

You let go a tired sigh and not quite sure why start telling her the whole story, about how things were bad with Alan, about the feelings you had for Barry about how you weren't sure if you were doing something wrong, and she sit there with you listen patiently, maybe because at some point you have done the same for her or maybe just to be a decent human being.

"Berkman huh?" She said finally and then smiled at you "I mean I get it, he can't dance to save his life but he is kinda cute. Remember that rich guy who always sent you flowers after class even when he saw Alan coming home every day? He was hot, you should have chosen him" She said and both of you laughed, somehow talking about it that naturally and without judgment does made you feel better.

"Yeah, I remember, but I was too busy with Alan being promoted and the business here growing I didn't have time to that kind of stuff" you said and she gave you a serious look.

"I don't think you have time now either, but that was 3 year ago and you were deeply in love with him, so no other men seem important, he was as forgetful and workaholic as he is now, you just didn't care, and now Barry Berkman is just a clumsy student who is being polite as midwesterners are" She said, and you appreciate her being direct, but it felt wrong to face the facts like that "And you act like he has shaken your marriage like an earthquake, but the truth is that he hasn't. You have to ask yourself, do you like him or do you simply don't love your husband anymore?"

"I love Alan" You said almost too quickly "But I know what you mean, and you are right maybe Barry is just and excuse to project the little stability my husband and I have, but what can I do?" You ask her and she pointed at the door.

"Thinking quickly because the devil is calling" She said since he was opening the door with a lost look on his eyes and holding another board game under his arm.

***

Y/N I have something to tell you Barry keep rehearsing how to bring up the sensitive information, and yet he was dying to avoid the conversation with her.

"Hey there!" Macy and give her the perfect excuse to not say anything, at least not at the moment.

It all started with Sally's invitation to eat after he finished filming for the day, he pretended Y/N text didn't exist to avoid thinking about her, but he finally give in and spend the rest of the session smiling like a child, thinking about how much he was waiting for 5:00 to meet her again, he even went to a toy store to bought a The office Clue special edition since she had said she love that show, obviously just as a get well present, he said to himself.

He drove to the restaurant, and inside there were already Sally and her friend Monique from the movie she was filming, and he asume her boyfriend, a handsome man in a suit and he looked vaguely familiar but he couldn't place from where.

"Babe you made it!" Sally said happy and gave him a quick kiss making room in the booth for him to sit. "We were about to order without you." She said and then pointed at her friend, "You remember Monique, and this is her boyfriend Alan, he is a commercial lawyer, and works for a big company" She said and the man extended his hand with a incredibly white smile.

And he could see briefly see a discolored line where a wedding band should be, and he remembered that same smile in a wedding picture he had been seeing with guilt that morning.

"Boyfriend? So you are not married?" He said without thinking and the man laughed nervously

"Barry!" Sally said and gave him a playfully look meaning shut up.

"Oh I'm sorry, but you have been talking so much about Monique and how great she is I assume she was already taken" He lied, but the woman felt delighted.

"Oh is too soon to talk about that, we have been dating for, how much sweety? A year? More or less?" She said and Barry smiled trying to pretend he was not hearing any of that.

"Yeah, like a year" He said politely "We should order, I'm starving"

"Oh yeah, honey, he was telling us how he just came back from Dallas, making a big merge with an oil company" Sally said completely unaware of how Barry's fists were clenched on his lap wanting to blow up the smile from that man's face.

The worst part was that he was charming and polite, and a total gentleman with the woman, making the idea of Y/N alone at home waiting for him the more infuriating, after the meal he and Monique left together so Barry had to drive Sally home.

"They were nice right?" She said once they were on the road "I mean she is amazing but they together are really nice people"

"Well..." He started not sure of what he should said "He is fine for her, I mean he was a bit pretentious"

"I mean yeah, but you know he is a very busy and important guy, anyway how was your day? When are you going to let me go with you to one of your classes?" She asked genuinely interested.

"Oh you don't really want to go, I'm still not ready, but it was a good day at the studio, we are almost done" He said and then unable to still silent he ask "Hey if you knew that someone is cheating someone close to you, would you tell them? Or would you prefer to never know?"

"OMG who is cheating?" She asked opening her eyes widely "Jermaine is cheating on Natalie? I knew they wouldn't last" She said putting both of her hands on her face "She is going to be crushed"

"What? No!! I mean I don't know, last time they were fine, is more like an hypothetical question" He said now concerned that maybe Jermaine was in fact cheating on Natalie.

"I don't know, I mean if this person doesn't tell me may be to protect me" She started, after a long pause "But if they are my friends and they didn't tell me I would feel betrayed for them letting me be a fool for so long while someone is making fun of me, on the other hand what if it's a just one time thing and we are having a happy relationship and this only ruined it? I would blame my friends, but how could we be happy if the guy is cheating?? No definitely I would rather know" She said and then gave him a concerned look at Barry "are you sure you are okay?"

"Yeah, totally fine, hey do you wanna go to the movies? I can skip class today" He said with a tight knot on his throat finding a way to avoid Y/N.

"Oh I will love to , but I have a lot of lines to read and prepare for tomorrow" She said and he simply drove her home to later return at the dance studio. Thinking about how will he deliver such terrible news to her friend and that they might not be friends at all after he did.

"Is that The Office special edition of clue?" She asked excited once he was close, getting him out of his thoughts

"Yeah, it is" Barry responded giving her the box "How is your head?"

"Better, I'm just concerned about the hair, are you ready to loose some money?" She smile at him, and he returned the smile, both ignoring Macy rolling her eyes.

"I wanna play too" She said "The more the merrier right? Let's go I wanna take your money"

Things work out better than he expected since Macy's presence was distracting enough so he forgot what he was supposed to tell her, but after a couple hours and a few beers she left, leaving the two of them in an awkward silence.

"How was your day?" She break the silence first picking up the games while he help her clean te table.

"It was fun, after I left I had to make a few errands" He lied "And I was late to shooting, so Andre scream at me, is weird since he is about 1 foot shorter than me, but the movie is going great"

"Maybe he feels threatened by a handsome actor who can dance, and what was the other thing? Speak fluent Italian?" She laughed and he had to stop his mind to fantasize about how this was the perfect domestic life he wanted with her.

"And French" he smirked "I should've put Russian, you could have taught me that two" He said and the smile she gave him completely trusting remind him that he had something else to say. But then a ring went off in the other room and she run to answer.

"No it's okay, yeah I get it, say hi to Tom and Claudia for me ok? We can celebrate tomorrow" She said on the phone and then she hung up violently.

"Everything okay?" He said approaching cautiously.

"Yeah, Alan is working late, and he is going to spend the night with a partner of his firm, apparently they have some issues that were not completely solved in Dallas" She said looking at the floor.

"So he is already in LA?" Barry asked and his curiosity took her by surprise.

"Yeah, he came back in the morning, but he had to leave in a rush in the afternoon" She said and then look at the clock "You know what? Let's go out, let's get drunk, I haven't left the house since last night and honestly I'm perfectly fine"

And before he could argue with her she was already in her room changing to a pair of jeans and a bright blouse, while he keep thinking about the right way to tell her, but apparently that would have to wait, since at the moment she was concerned in putting the most possible amount of alcohol in her system.

"You shouldn't do this" He tried to convince her one last time without success.

"Come on, there is a bar around the corner, I can come back home walking, you either come with me or I'll go alone, what do you say?" She had an special talent to make him say yes and he could only follow her.

"Fine, but just a couple drinks ok?" He said finally walking behind her.

"You wanna do shots?" She said after she have drink three glasses of wine while he was still on the first one.

"Not really" he said.

"Hey gorgeous, 4 shots of my friend Jose" She call the bartender who gave him a judging look at him before serving them. "Ok, let's do this" She said and he look down at the shot glass "No, no, you have to look at me or it doesn't count" she said taking his face on her hand, and that spontaneous touch and intimate look that she gave him was enough for him to loose his mind and drink the burning and delicious liquid without any hesitation.

Two became four and by the sixth round the bartender simply let the bottle and they were more than happy to finish it. He no longer care about what he knew about his moron rich husband, all he care was that she wanted to dance and now he finally feel like he knew how.

They walk together, back to the studio, not caring to walk straight, and with no respect for personal space since they were holding on each other shamelessly.

Once inside she put his rehearsing piece on the record player and before she finish taking of her shoes he took her by the waist, more personal and closer than ever, they move roughly at first but after a few minutes he was following the music perfectly l, with his eyes never leaving hers.

"Well that's the secret" she said once the song was about to end "We should get you drunk before your big scene" The son ended but he did let go of her nor she set his hand free.

"I think is more about the partner" He said pressing her more to his chest.

"Well sadly they want young and beautiful actresses, even they have terrible technique" she said quietly.

"You are young and beautiful" he lowered his face to be a few inches from her mouth.

"I'm also married Barry" She answered, without any will to walk away and move herself closer to him.

"I don't care"

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