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sannie4luv · 15 hours
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Make You Mine
Pairing: Biker San x Sugar daddy! Seonghwa x Camgirl!reader (this parts just seonghwa though)
Warnings: rough sex, unprotected sex (the crowd boos), oral sex (m&f receiving), degradation, daddy kink, age gap (seonghwas 38 & reader is 23), squirting, seonghwa smokes.
Word count: 8k
Summary: after losing your job money had been tight, you weren’t sure how you were gonna make ends meet. Until your friend suggests something that catches your eye.
Being a camgirl.
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"Fuck! SHIT!!" You screamed as you jumped out of bed as soon as you saw the digital clock that sat next to your bed, and to your demise. You over slept again. Even after your boss clearly stated that if you were late again you would be fired. "Okay, it's 7:30 and work starts at 8:00, I definitely got this. No sweat at all!"
Except you definitely didn't have it. Even after throwing on your clothes and doing your hair and makeup as quick as you could, you still managed to be 5 minutes late. And your boss Mingi had clearly told you that if you were even a minute late again that you would be fired.
"I thought I told you that next time you were late you would be fired, so tell me Y/N why are you late yet again? And don't give me that "I overslept and my alarm didn't go off bullshit." he says while making quotation marks with his fingers.
Mingi wasn't always like this though, he actually used to be a pretty great boss until he asked you out and you ultimately rejected him. Having not taken the rejection well he was out for blood, and made sure that your work environment was an absolute living hell.
"Please Mingi give me one more chance I promise I won't be late again, I really need this job." You begged and pleaded but alas they fell upon deaf ears. "No Y/N i'm done with you being late all the time so you can kiss your job goodbye. Get out of my office and pack your shit before I have to have security come do it for you. You better be out of this god damn building in 10 minutes." Mingi said with his gritted teeth, clearly he wasn't fucking around this time.
Pretty much scared out of your mind you got up and left his office and headed to your desk to collect your things with tears welling up in your eyes. "Fucking hell Y/N how could you be so reckless and fucking stupid." You whispered to yourself has you collected your belongings from your desk. You could feel everyone's eyes on you, since everyone knew about you rejecting Mingis offer they saw this coming.
After collecting your things you left your office that had been your workplace for the last 6 months and ultimately you were jobless yet again. It wasn't that you weren't good at keeping a job, you did your job very well. It's just you were very unlucky when it came to any job, it seemed like you could never catch a break. Whether it be asshole bosses, harsh work environments, stalker customers, or bitchy receptionists.
At this point you didn't know what to do anymore, because you indefinitely needed a job. Your rent was already high enough even though you had one of the shittiest apartments in Seoul, you were very behind on your bills, and you could barely afford to feed yourself. What the hell were you gonna do now?
So you did what you know best and called up your childhood best friend Yeosang, since he always knew what to do in a situation like this. You took out your phone and dialed his shops number since you figured he didn't have his cell phone on him. "KYS Motors this is Yeosang speaking how may I help you?" Yeosang spoke on the other line. "Yeosangggg it's Y/N" you said with a whiny voice. Yeosang could tell something was up since it sounded like you had just finished crying. "What's up princess? What's wrong?" Yeosang said adding the nickname he always called you ever since you guys were younger. "I just got fired and I don't know what to do, help me please." You said as you walked down the busy streets of Seoul whilst crying into the phone. "Come down to the bike shop, I'll see you when you get here princess." Yeosang said then the call disconnected. You weren't too far from his bike shop but since you had no car or money to take the bus you were resorted to walking everywhere. And walking around with this heavy box that had all your things in it was making your arms tired and the heels on your feet were killing you. "God dammit fuck this stupid ass box and fuck these heels." You said as you went to a near by trash can and tossed the box along with the heels away, there wasn't anything important in the box and the heels were hand me downs from your mother. After this you stomped away angrily down to KYS Motors.
Yeosang heard the door chime as he looked over he noticed your disheveled and barefoot figure. "Hey princess, did you forget to wear shoes this mornin?" Yeosang said with a chuckle. "No you dumbass I was just tired of those heels so I tossed them in the trash on my way over here. But that's not even important right now, I need a fucking job." You said frantically, you didn't wanna straight up ask Yeosang to hire you but you didn't know what else to do. "Are you hinting at you want me to give you a job?" Yeosang said with a raised eyebrow, "if so it's not gonna happen." He said as he walked over to the bike he was working on before you got here.
"Please Yeosang it'll only be for a little bit until I can find a new one. I don't care what it is I just need to make enough to pay my bills and rent. Please Yeosang I won't ask for anything from you ever again." You said as you bowed in front of him, you hated begging more than anything but you were desperate at this point.
"Ugh fine. But it's not permanent, I already have too many people working for me already. You can work here for max 3 months and then you have to find somewhere else okay? I'll let just let you clean up around the shop, will that work?" Yeosang said with a sigh, it's not that he didn't wanna hire you or help you out. It's just he had a very strict rule about not hiring close family and friends.
"Yes thank you so much Yeosang! thank you thank you thank you!" You said excitedly and hugged him from behind and planted a kiss on his cheek since he was still slumped over the bike. "Yeah, yeah. Be here tomorrow at 10:30, make sure you’re here on time. I'll see you tomorrow princess." Yeosang said has he continued to work on the bike and waved at you as you walked out the door and back to your apartment.
As you walked down the streets of Seoul your phone began to ring, taking it out the caller ID read 'PARK HANA' you decided to answer since she rarely ever gets time to call you. "What's up Hana?" You said as you brought the phone to your ear. "Y/NNNNN are you busy right now?" Hana said clearly sounding like she was bored. "Not really no, just heading home because I got fired from my job." This made Hana’s ears perk up, "What??? What do you mean you got fired from your job? Was it because of that bitch of a boss Mingi?" Hana said into the phone, "Bingo." You stated. "Can you meet me at the cafe near your apartment? I miss you." Hana asked and honestly you just wanted to go home because today was already rough to begin with, lost in your thoughts. You noticed you still didn't have on shoes, "Uh, yeah I just have to run home really quick. I'll meet you there in 15?" You asked Hana. "Yeah be there in 15!" You said as you sprinted towards your apartment building
After grabbing shoes and changing your clothes into more comfortable ones you headed to the cafe that was just a few places down from your apartment building. Upon opening the door you accidentally bump into a tall man with black hair "oh sorry I didn't mean to bump into you." You said as nicely as you could to the very handsome looking man. "Oh that's okay I didn't see you there sweetheart." He said with a dimply smile and pushed passed you to leave the cafe. Upon walking into the cafe you catch Hana waving to you in the Corner of the shop. "HANA!!" You said as you hugged her tightly, it had been forever since you saw her since she was mostly working. "Y/N! It's so nice to see you! I can't believe you lost your job I'm so sorry!" Hana said as you both sat down in the booth. "Yeah it's a fucking lot right now, he made my life living fucking hell there just because I was the first person that wasn't interested in fucking him. I mean I'm not saying he's not attractive, but he has a complete shit personality and this stupid superiority complex. Honestly I'm not that mad that he fired me now, now I don't have to deal with his bitch ass anymore." You said as your rested your head in your hand, "Well what are you gonna do about a job now?" Hana said sipping her drink that she managed to get before you got here. "Yeosangs letting me help clean up his shop for 3 months just to keep me stable until I find another job. You know how he is about not wanting to hire close family and friends. But it's only gonna be enough for my basic needs, ugh back to the completely broke life I go." You said as you rubbed your face in annoyance. Hana suddenly perked up thinking back to something she saw on the internet earlier that week. "Wait a minute I have an idea... why don't you try being a camgirl!" She said while slapping both of her hands on the table. You looked at her in complete horror and tried to figure out if she actually said that or if you just thought it. "Did you just ask me to try being a camgirl??" You said looking at her with a shocked look on your face. "Yes! You can make fucking bank from it! You're hot I bet the money would come rolling in, in no time!" She said to you. "Hana prostitution is illegal, if I wanted to do that I might as well go join a brothel." You said with a dead panned look on her face. You definitely weren't being persuaded. "Oh my god Y/N it's not prostitution, just think about it! You never know what might happen!" She said to you, "ugh I don't know Hana this seems so... dirty." You said back to her still not convinced. "I'm just saying, these top cam girls pull in THOUSANDS a month. It wouldn't hurt to try. But anyway, I gotta cut this short, Seonghwa just texted me that somethings up at the warehouse. I'll see you later Y/N!" She said rushing out of the cafe.
You sat there in silence by yourself for a bit contemplating what Hana had said. Of course this seemed so dirty and lewd but... desperate times call for desperate measures maybe?
Today was your first day starting work at Yeosangs shop and you made sure that you wouldn't sleep in this time. You set 3 alarms on your alarm clock, and 5 on your cell phone. You jumped up and began to get ready, still thinking about what Hana said to you yesterday.
I mean there was no way that you were even considering this right? You weren't that kind of person. I mean sure you were confident in yourself but like, not this much. But on the other hand you could make a lot of money from it? "God dammit just shut up" you said to yourself as you brushed your teeth trying to get the thought out of your head. After brushing your teeth you looked at the time on your phone "okay we're doing great it's just now 9:30, I have an entire hour until I have to be at work."
You went into your closet and threw on just a regular t-shirt and jeans, you figured Yeosang would give you a work uniform when you got there this morning. You slipped on your shoes, grabbed a jacket and your purse and headed out the door. You decided you were gonna grab a coffee from the cafe this morning since you had extra time.
You walked to the cafe and you once again bumped into someone while trying to get into the door. You looked up and realized it's the same man from before "hm he must come here quite often." You thought to yourself. "Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to bump into you!" You said as you held your hands up in your defense. "Oh I bumped into you yesterday didn't I? Sorry about that again pretty girl." He said with a sultry voice.
You were flustered at the nickname he just gave you, "I-it's okay! It's my fault! I should really watch where I'm going!" You said quickly, he cocked an eyebrow at you and smiled. He thought you were pretty cute.
"What's your name beautiful?" He asked you as you two stepped aside to let other people get into the cafe. "U-uh my name is Y/N! It's very nice to meet you!" You said as you held a hand out for him to shake it, instead he took your hand into his and gave it a soft kiss. Oh my god you felt like you were about to melt.
"What a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl. I'm San, it's nice to meet you sweetheart." He said with a smirk and a wink. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest at that moment. "Thank you! That's a really nice name!" You nearly face palmed at what you just said, really Y/N? "That's a really nice name?" That's the best you can do!??, "haha thank you cutie, well this was nice but I gotta get going. I'll see you around okay?" He said as he patted your shoulder and left.
You couldn't believe that just happened, in the midst of you being flustered you almost forgot about work. "SHIT!" You said as you pulled out your phone quickly unlocking it to look at the time. You let out a sigh of relief noticing that it's only 9:55, you still had plenty of time to grab your coffee before you head to KYS Motors.
After you grabbed your coffee you started your walk over to the bike shop, and you had to admit that you were super fucking nervous. What if Yeosang was super critical of you on your first day? What if he fired you for not cleaning something right? Shit you were really anxious now. Your nerves only got worse when you reached his shop. "You got this Y/N just calm down." You said to yourself to try to hype you up.
"Hey princess! You're early, I'm proud of you." Yeosang said as he unlocked the front door to let you in. The shop wasn't open just yet, it didn't open until 10:45 but he wanted you here early just so he could go over what your duties were. "Yeah well I can't fuck this up I really need this job." You said to him and took a sip of your coffee.
"Well first things first you need a uniform." Yeosang said with a sly smirk on his face as he went to the back to grab your uniform. When he comes back you're greeted with the ugliest jumpsuit you've ever seen in your life. You immediately wanted to argue, but you really needed the job so you just held your tongue. "It's great!" You said enthusiastically, Yeosang could clearly tell you were lying. "Haha I'm just fucking with you, here wear this." He said as he tossed you a grey polo shirt with his shops logo printed on the side.
"Oh thank god." You sighed a sigh of relief as you went to the bathroom to change into your work shirt. "Not bad princess, now you look like you belong." He said slightly rubbing your shoulders to get rid of some of your nerves. "Hey it's okay, don't be nervous. What I'm asking you to do is really easy." Yeosang said as he lead you around the shop stating what your duties would be. It didn't seem hard at all, all of them were really simple tasks.
After a few hours you seemed to get the hang of everything you were supposed to do, so much even you already finished all the work Yeosang had tasked you with. So ultimately you asked him what else there was for you to do and he looked back at you with a stunned look on his face.
"You already finished everything? Um, let me go check it out." Yeosang said getting up from his seat in front of the bike he was working on and began to walk around to the places in which he tasked you to clean. Everything was spotless and perfect. He couldn't believe it. "Well everything looks great, I don't really have anything else for you to do today so you can just go on home if you want." Yeosang said scratching the back of his neck.
"No Yeosang pleaseeee give me something else to do, that apartment is so boring and I need the money." You said tugging on his jumpsuit sleeve. He sighed, giving into you like he always did. "Ugh fine, you see this page? These are all the customers whos bikes are ready for pick up, their name and phone number and what bike they had is all right there. Call them and let them know that they're ready whenever the can come get them." You looked Down at the paper and there was only 3 people whos bikes were ready.
After calling the first two you went to call the 3rd and you noticed something interesting about it. "Choi, San." Read the name, you couldn't help but think back to the San you met this morning. You wondered if it was the same guy. "Oh no that's silly, San is a super popular name. That can't be him."
Well, turns out. It was him. "Hey pretty girl I didn't expect to see you again, you stalkin' me or somethin'?" He said with a Dimpled smirk on his face, making your cheeks blush a bright red. "N-no! I just started working here today I-I didn't know!" You said in your defense. "Haha it's okay cutie I'm just joking around, can I have the keys?" He said with that stupid grin on his face. God he was so hot.
You went over to the cork board that housed all the bike keys, skimming until you found his you grabbed it and handed it to him. "Thanks beautiful I'll see you around." He said with a wink. Good thing you were wearing black pants because you were a fucking waterfall right now.
"You know him?" Yeosang said while wiping his hands that were riddled with oil on a towel. "Um, I bumped into him at the cafe near my apartment yesterday and today and it just turns out that he comes here to get his bike maintenance done." You said still blushing. "Yeah he's a pretty good customer, he's been coming here for a few years now along with his brother." Yeosang said to you. "Oh that's really cool."
You said to him. "Yeah, anyway. I don't have anything else for you to do and we close in about 30 minutes so you can just head on home. Don't worry I'll still pay you for the whole day." Yeosang said as he grabbed your shoulder playfully. "Okay thank you for this again Yeosang, I'll see you tomorrow morning!" You said while grabbing your things and heading out the door.
The walk to your apartment was only about 10 minutes so you made it here pretty quick. Upon coming inside you kicked your shoes off at your front door and trudged your way to the bedroom and flopped on your bed. Work wasn't hard at all it's just you were on your feet all day. You rolled over and stared at the ceiling, you couldn't stop thinking about San. You couldn't believe all the things he said to you today. Every little nickname made your heart flutter.
You slapped your hands on your face and tried to get him off your mind. You grabbed your laptop and just absentmindedly went to one of the 'illegal' sites to watch one of your favorite shows. Hoping that would get you to stop thinking about the black haired handsome man. Upon entering the website you were greeted with these obvious porn ads, one in particular caught your eye. It read 'diamondgirlsxxx.com' , your curiosity got the best of you and you clicked the ad.
You were immediately greeted with tons of girls on live touching themselves. You blushed and shut your laptop extremely quick. But it didn't stay like that for long since you were pretty curious about all this stuff. You decided to click on one of the random girls, you watched in awe. You couldn't believe how confident and empowering she looked. You wondered if you could look like that too... "fuck it." You whispered to yourself and went over to the 'create account' button.
After putting all your information in you had to decide on a username. You went with "Luv4Kitty" you cringed at the name but it's the best you could come up with. You couldn't believe you just did that, the first thing you did is call up Hana to tell her the news.
"Hey Y/N what's up?" Hana asked into the phone, "I- Uh I wanna try being a camgirl." You said quickly and Hana could hardly tell what you said but she made it out pretty well. "Oh my god are you serious! Yes bitch yes! You know what we have to do right?" She said and you could hear the devious grin on her face. "What?" You said excitedly. "We have to go shopping." She said with a sly smirk. Oh god what have you gotten yourself into.
"Shopping?? Hana you know I can't afford that, I can barely afford to live in the first place." You said with a groan cursing your broke self. "Oh don't worry about it, I got this. Meet me in front of your apartment In 15 minutes." Hana said as she hung up. You didn't understand what she meant by what she said. You just trusted her judgement and started to get ready.
You ended up just switching your shirt to a classic tee since you were still in your work uniform. You decided to just stick with the jeans. You grabbed your purse and keys and walked down to the front of the building where you were supposed to meet Hana. You scrolled through your phone until you heard a honk which indicated Hana was here.
You noticed it wasn't her car though, she rolled down the window and smirked at you. "Get in bitch we're going shopping." She said as she flashed a black card and your eyes went wide. You couldn't help but notice the handsome man sitting in the drivers seat smoking a cigarette
"Hana what the fuck? Who's card is that? Because I know it's not yours." You said as you rolled your eyes getting into the backseat of the car. "It's my brothers and this is him by the way." She motioned to the man sitting in the drivers seat. He gave you a small wave and a smile. "Hana what the fuck do you mean it's your brothers?? We can't spend HIS money on ME. That's so disrespectful."
You said frantically because you knew damn well you don't need to be in anyone's debt. Especially not someone you didn't knows debt. "It's really okay, Hwa is rich as hell. As long as you let him watch your streams he's more than happy to contribute to the cause." She said with a devious smile on her face
"I uh- well I really thank you a lot Hwa?" You said Hana’s nickname for him since she failed to tell you his real name. You sent her a glare because you didn't wanna sound informal. "Haha no problem darling, and my names Seonghwa but Hwa will be just fine." He said while flicking the cigarette ashes out the window. You blushed at his forward ness. "Make sure you pick something pretty for me okay?" He said and this only made you blush 10 times harder.
"I- yes sir!" You said quickly. Seonghwa smirking at your reaction. "So uh, where are we going?" You asked as your scratched the back of your neck nervously. "We're going to the mall duhhh, we gotta get you some cute lingerie to wear! I've seen what underwear you have and they are just not gonna cut it sweetheart." She said with a smirk. "Hana can we please not talk about my underwear in front of your brother."
"Why not? He's gonna see you naked anyway." She said shrugging her shoulders. You couldn't help but notice Seonghwa blush at Hana’s words. "Hana can you please shut up." You said with gritted teeth. It was your first time meeting him and she was already embarrassing you. "Yeah Hana, be nice!" Seonghwa said and he slightly hit Hana in the back of the head. "Don't hit me you fucking geezer." She said slapping his arm.
"We're here guys." Seonghwa said as he pulled into the malls parking lot, you weren't gonna lie. You were super nervous about this whole thing, of course you weren't a stranger to touching yourself or having sex, you had done it plenty of times. But you had never done it on camera for several people to see.
You got out of the car and began walking towards the mall, Seonghwa could tell you were nervous. He thought it was adorable, he let Hana get ahead of you two so he could wrap his arm around your shoulders and pull you close. "Don't be nervous pretty girl, you'll look perfect in anything you wear." He whispered into your ear. This made you shiver and tremble with want. "Oh thank you." You said to him as you tried to hide your blushing face.
You both caught up to Hana and followed her to the first store. Of course it was Victoria's Secret. Almost immediately your nerves came back and you started to panic. There were so many beautiful options and you had never owned this kind of lingerie before. "Why don't you pick some out Hana? I'm not really good at this kind of thing." You said as you twiddled your thumbs.
"No problem, I'm perfect at this kind of thing." She said with a wicked grin and immediately started grabbing every piece of lingerie she thought was cute and in your size. Your eyes went wide at the prices of some of these. You couldn't believe people would spend this much money on underwear alone. "Okay here go try these on, I think these will be perfect." She said handing you about 3 sets of lingerie.
Once you got into the dressing room you began to feel nervous again. But that all went away after you tried on the first set. It was a beautiful emerald green color endorsed with lace and ribbons. It fit you perfectly and you couldn't deny that you looked absolutely stunning in it.
"What do you think of this one Hana?" You asked her since Seonghwa wasn't allowed back here per their rules. "Oh my god!! You look so fucking hot Y/N! We definitely have to get that one! Go try on the rest!!" She said excitedly. You were glad that she thought it looked amazing as well.
The second set you tried on was a cute baby pink, the bra being lace that was lined with Rhinestones across the top of your breasts. The bottom featured a lace pink skirt that was attached to a white pair of silk panties. You thought this one was beautiful as well, although you felt more cute rather than sexy. Not that that was a bad thing though.
"Okay what about this one?" You asked Hana again. "oh my fucking god bitch you are so hot!!! definitely a yes!!" She said to you. The confidence you were gaining from this felt invigorating. You couldn't get enough of it.
The third and final set Hana picked out was a royal blue. It was a full lace body suit that dipped down all the way under your belly button in the middle. This one you truly felt sexy in. This was probably your favorite of the three.
"I think this one has to be my favorite Hana I look so hot!" You said as you stepped out to show her and her eyes went wide. "We are so getting that you look amazing! Also, Hwa picked one out for you. He gave it to me for you to try on." She said as she handed you another set of lingerie.
The one Seonghwa picked was gorgeous, it was a lilac silk body suit with lace lined around the top of your breasts and it also featured a long purple sheer robe that had the same lace lining on the ends of the sleeves. You were surprised that he didn't pick something way more revealing. You felt the most beautiful in this one.
"Well?" You asked Hana as you stepped out of the dressing room for the last time, "holy shit Y/N you look so gorgeous, I can't believe he picked that one? You'd think he'd pick something more revealing." Hana had thought the same as you. "We're definitely getting all of these, this should definitely be enough to get you started. Once you get into it more we'll come back and buy you more!" She said as she pushed you back into the dressing room.
You got dressed and walked out with all the lingerie in hand and found Seonghwa waiting for you both outside the dressing rooms just scrolling on his phone. "Hm I'm surprised you stayed here the whole time, don't you think it's kinda boring?" You asked him teasingly. Hana had wandered off somewhere to look for her some things as well.
You were pretty tired so you decided to sit down next to him. "How could I get bored when I know a pretty girl is trying on lingerie for me?" He said with a wink. This alone made you blush. You couldn't help but feel yourself getting riled up at the thought of him. You wondered what other kinds of things he would say to you.
You felt yourself get some courage and whispered in his ear, "how about I let you take it off of me tonight?" You said as you slightly bit his earlobe. It was your turn to make him blush and he felt himself harden at the thought of taking off the lingerie off of you.
"I might have to take you up on that offer baby." He said in a husky voice. God you couldn't wait to get home now.
After your interaction with Seonghwa you couldn't wait to get home, you two exchanged numbers while still in Victoria's Secret away from Hana. Little did you know this was completely set up by Hana in an attempt to get Seonghwa off her ass. Not only did she help you but she finally had someone to set her brother up with.
He had been so strict and annoying lately when it came to the 'fake' family business and he would not shut up. This was her attempt at getting him to let off some steam. It couldn't have worked out any better. Of course you didn't know that though.
After walking around the mall for awhile your feet began to hurt and you grew tired, since you barley had any rest after work that day. And you couldn't wait to get a chance to be alone with Seonghwa in the seclusion of your apartment. "Hey, it's getting pretty late why don't we head home?" You said to Hana and Seonghwa.
Seonghwa smirked at you causing you to blush. He knew exactly what you were pulling here. "Yeah you're right, I'm pretty exhausted as well. Let's get going." Hana said with a yawn and you all headed back towards the entrance of the mall.
Hana offered to let you sit up front so she could lay down in the back seat. You told her that you didn't mind to sit in the back but yet she wouldn't budge and here you were sitting right next to Seonghwa as Hana softly snored in the back seat.
"I had fun with you tonight pretty girl, I hope you enjoy everything you got." Seonghwa said with a sultry voice. God you wanted to take him right then and there. "I-I did! Thank you so much again, I don't know how I can ever repay you." You said to him with a blush on your face. You guys approached a stop light and he leaned over the center console of the car.
"You can repay me with that pretty pussy of yours later baby." He said as he kissed your neck. You suddenly felt a deep pulse between your legs. Your face grew red again as the stop light turned green and you all headed towards your apartment building.
Upon arriving at the front you noticed Hana was still asleep so Seonghwa pulled you in one last time to whisper in your ear. "I gotta drop her off and then I'll head over baby. Put that purple one on just for me and sit pretty for me okay?" He said with a kiss on your cheek. "O-okay I'll see you in a bit Hwa." You said as you stepped out of the car and walked into your apartment building.
You went in your apartment and immediately began to get ready. You hadn't hooked up with anyone in awhile just cause there hadn't been anyone that was really worth hooking up with. So you had a lot of preparations to do.
You figured you had maybe an hour to get ready for him so you jumped in the shower and began washing off the reminiscences of your day. You couldn't get your mind of Seonghwa. He had made you feel so warm today. You couldn't wait to see what else he'd make you feel.
After you washed your body and your hair you went back to your room and towel dried your hair, put on some lotion and some light perfume. You didn't wanna seem like you were trying too hard. But you wanted to put in some effort in looking nice for him.
You pulled out the purple set he picked out and put it on. You looked at yourself in the mirror, you felt so beautiful in this. It was definitely your favorite now. You wondered what people would think of it once you started streaming. Would other people find you beautiful in it or would they think you're trying too hard?
You're knocked out of your thoughts when you hear a knock at your door. You texted Seonghwa your apartment number once you exited the car so you knew it had to be him. You could feel yourself getting nervous. "Pull it together Y/N you got this." You said as you headed towards the door.
You opened the door to reveal Seonghwa himself, he had changed from his jeans and leather jacket into a pair of joggers and a hoodie. God he looked even more sexy than before?! How was that possible?
His jaw dropped once he saw you, since he wasn't allowed back in the changing area of the store he never saw what the lingerie looked like on you. God you looked so fucking beautiful he couldn't take his eyes off you. He couldn't wait to get in there and take it off.
"Hey there pretty girl, god you look so fucking hot I can barely contain myself." He said as he backed you into your apartment. Your eyes glanced down to see he was already sporting a semi. The thought of it made you blush.
"Then don't. Show me what you can do old man." You whispered in his ear. This made the hair stand up on the back of his neck and he couldn't hold himself back anymore. "Who the fuck you calling an old man princess?" He said as he smashed your guys' lips together. "Only thing you’re gonna be calling me is daddy, do I make myself clear princess?" He said as he pulled your hair back to kiss up your neck. This action alone made you shiver.
"Yes sir." You said with a moan. "Good girl. Now, show me what that pretty little mouth can do baby." He said as he shoved you to your knees. You're then met with quite the bulge in front of your face. If he looked huge through his sweatpants then you couldn't imagine what he looked like with nothing on. The thought alone made you clench your thighs tightly. Rubbing them together to get some kind of friction.
"Didn't I just tell you to get that mouth of yours to work princess? Or am I gonna have to do it myself?" He said as he grabbed on to the base of your hair and pulled you up to look at him. "N-no daddy I'm sorry." You winced as he held you by your hair. "Good girl, now get to it." He said as he set you back down on your knees.
You pulled down his sweatpants only to be met with a huge tent in his boxers right in front of your face. Yep, this man was definitely huge. Your mouth watered at the sight of it. You gave his tip a small kiss through his black boxers. This made him shutter. "F-fuck baby pull em down please, need you so bad." He said breaking his rough facade for a mere second.
You pulled down his boxers and was met with his monster of a cock. He was definitely bigger than the other men you had been with, you wondered how this was even gonna fit in the first place. You got to work on his dick, grabbing it at the base and slowly stroking it. Getting a little more confident you sucked his tip into your mouth slowly while looking up at him with big doe eyes.
"Fuck baby go deeper please." He said as he grabbed your hair and pushed you down further causing you to gag a bit. You did as you were told and began sucking him off completely. "Fuck yeah princess that's it. That's a good girl." He said as he held your bobbing head.
You grew more confident and put him all the way to the back of your throat. You grew more needy the more you heard his moans, you didn't wanna stop. He felt so good in your mouth you felt like you were getting high off it. The feeling only made you slick the body suit even more.
It had been months since you had sex so you could probably cum from sucking his dick alone. It only made you go faster. "Fuck baby stop I'm gonna cum, I don't wanna cum in your mouth." Seonghwa said as he pulled his dick out of your mouth. He pulled you up by your neck and kissed you deeply. Slipping his tongue in your mouth and tasting himself.
"You want me to eat that pretty pussy baby?" He whispered as he left little hickies on your neck which you would surely need to cover tomorrow. "Please daddy.." you whimpered out as the pool of slick in your body suit was beginning to be too much to bare. You wanted to fuck him so bad.
"Lay on the bed for me pretty girl." He said as he gently pushed you onto the bed. He couldn't get over how hot and fucked out you already were and he hadn't even done anything yet. "Goddamn princess, sucking my cock turned you on that much? Pussys practically dripping for me. Fuck you're so beautiful." He said as he slowly rubbed your clit through the body suit and pressed a small kiss on it.
"F-fuck Seonghwa please." You whispered out feeling yourself get even wetter from his actions. "Don't worry baby Daddy's gonna take good care of you." He said as took off your sheer robe and pulled the straps of the body suit down over your shoulders and took it off. He almost came at the sight of you. You were even more beautiful than he imagined.
"God princess you're perfect. Lookin' so pretty for me." He said as he fondled your boobs. God everything about you was perfect he couldn't get enough of it. "Please touch me Seonghwa please." You whimpered out as you couldn't take his teasing anymore. "No problem baby. I got you." He kissed down from your neck, to your navel, and finally to the place you needed him most.
"Please, I need you so bad." You whimpered out to him hoping to god he'd do something soon. "I got you baby don't worry." He said and gave your clit a kiss, you shuddered out a moan and gripped your hands in his hair. He licked a long strip from your entrance all the way back up to your clit. "Fuck baby you taste amazing." He said and delved back into your pussy.
"F-fuck Hwa oh my god." You said as you gripped his hair even tighter. Seonghwa began to grind his hard erection into the bed just to get some kind of friction. He kept licking at your wet heat and dipping his tongue in your entrance every once in a while. You tasted amazing, if he could have this every day he would be in heaven.
You began to feel the knot in your core tighten. You knew it wouldn't take you long to cum since it had been so long since you had, had sex. But you damn sure weren't complaining. "Hwa I'm close" you moaned out to him. "Oh yeah princess? Want me to make you cum all over my face baby?" He said to you.
"Fuck yes please daddy make me cum." You said gripping his hair even tighter. Seonghwa began to work you like a starved man, you suddenly felt an urge like you had to pee. Immediately you wanted him to stop, you didn't think he'd want you squirting all over his face. "Seonghwa s-stop i feel funny." You moaned out but he didn't stop. Suddenly the knot in your stomach broke and you ended up squirting all over his face.
You sat up terrified because you were so embarrassed that just happened. "Oh my god I'm so sorry I promise I didn't mean to-" you were cut off by Seonghwa smashing his lips into yours and pushing you back into the bed. "Never fucking apologize for that baby that was fucking amazing. I'd let you squirt on my face again but god damn I need to fuck you right now."
He said as he pushed you back on to the bed and he began undressing himself completely, you nearly moaned at seeing his completely naked body. Despite him being a few years away from 40, god damn he looked fucking good. You could tell he did a lot to keep up his physique. God you needed him inside you immediately.
He crawled onto the bed and on top of you and pulled you into a deep kiss. "You ready pretty girl?" He said as he poked your entrance with his hard cock. "I- I don't know if it'll fit." You moaned out as he rubbed his tip on your clit. "Don't worry baby I'm gonna make it fit." He said as he began to push into your entrance.
Your eyes rolled in the back of your head and you threw your head back with a moan. "Oh fuck Seonghwa!" You moaned out which only made him push the entirety of his dick inside you, you almost came right then and there.
"F-fuck baby it's so tight." He said as he stilled inside so you could get used to him. "Please move, I can't take it, move please." You said as you glided your fingernails along his back. This made him shudder with pleasure.
"You got it princess." He said as he began moving back in forth. You felt so warm and wet he knew he wouldn't last long. Here he was in his late 30's and he was about to cum like he was a virgin all over again. Although it had been a few years since he was last with a woman. So he cut himself a bit of slack.
"Fuck me just like that oh my god." You moaning out your obscenities only made him fuck you even harder. He pushed your legs up to your chest and locked his arms around them trapping you. He began Pounding into you so fast you saw your self seeing white. You were definitely about to cum.
"F-fuck Seonghwa I'm gonna cum." You said as you wrapped your arms around his neck and buried your face in his shoulder. "That's it baby cum for me. Fucking squirt all over me baby. Come on do it for me." He grunted in your ear and that's all you needed to hear. You let out a ear splitting moan and gushed all over his abdomen.
You fell back on to the bed as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. "Fuck princess I'm gonna cum, you gonna let me cum inside you?" He said roughly in your ear. "Fuck please Hwa, cum inside me." The second you said that you felt his cock twitch. A few seconds later you felt him filling you up. The feeling was almost addictive.
"Fuck pretty girl take it all. God damn you're so fucking hot." He said as he pulled you in for a deep kiss as he was still cumming inside you. After he had finished he laid on top of you for a bit while he was still inside. He stroked your hair as you tried to catch your breath.
"Still think I'm an old man princess?" He said as he kissed your cheek. "Absolutely not, that was amazing Hwa." You said as you kissed him softly. He finally pulled out of you and you felt his cum dripping from within you. It felt nice but it also felt disgusting. "Let me get you cleaned up baby I'll be right back." Seonghwa said as he went into the bathroom to get you a warm washcloth.
After he cleaned you and himself up you both found yourselves laying in the embrace of eachother. You didn't want the night to end. "Will you stay with me tonight Seonghwa?" You said as you traced shapes along his chest, slightly dozing off in the process.
"If that's what you want baby." He said as he kissed your forehead. You nodded and after a bit he heard soft snores coming from you. God you were so cute he couldn't get enough of you. He was definitely going to have to thank his sister for making this happen.
"Goodnight beautiful." He said as he drifted off to sleep himself. Ending the night in the most perfect way possible.
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A/N: heyyy this will be two parts but I can’t promise when the next part will come out so wait patiently for it !! Ty!!
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lovifie · 2 months
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Lift Me Off My Feet Pt.4
Masterlist
Original Thought - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4
3.5K words
Warning/Notes: Soap x Reader, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, messy make out
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The drive back to base seems neverending. 
Once Price and Ghost managed to get you to stop crying and to breathe normally. The three of you pack the essentials, and by that, I mean you were hugged to Ghost like a koala while Price got what he could save from your house into a bag pack. 
Most of your clothes were ripped or cut, so in the end, only some pieces of underwear, a couple of shirts, some pants and the pyjamas you were wearing were safe. Plus your jacket and shoes that were behind the door. 
And that is how you found yourself now. Sobbing, sitting in the middle of the back seat, bag pack on your lap, Simon’s hand on your knee from the passenger seat as Price drives.
“Tomorrow morning, you are going to call your job, and tell them that you are going to take a couple of days off, okay?” Price asks looking at you through the rearview mirror. “And we will take everything you need, we will buy clothes, find you a better place to stay, anything you need.”
You shake your head feeling the tears come back and you hide your face behind your hands as you start to cry again. “I can't.” You cry. “What can't you do?” Simon asks turning his head to look at you.
“Miss more work days, I have already taken too many. I can't afford to lose more.” You mumble whining out of mental exhaustion.
“Hey, stop. Don't get carried away, alright?” Simon says rubbing your thigh. “Let's not think about that right now, tomorrow tell your boss the situation. Tell them that your house was broken into, that you need a couple of days to get everything in order. Depending on what your boss says, we'll work from there. Alright, birdie?”
You nod weakly as you focus on taking deep breaths. When you finally arrive, both men get out of the car and Price opens the door for you. You step out still holding your bag tight, either men try to take it from your hands and walk along between both men. 
Their hands find their way to your back, Price to the bottom and Simon to the top, reassuring shielding you from the chilly breeze of the night. 
“How about a cuppa?” Simon asks looking at you, a smile visible in his eyes, and you can't help it but to give him a weak smile back nodding. “Then, we will find you a room so you can sleep as much as you want.” 
Sleep does sound amazing, taking into consideration that last night you had little sleep and you have been on the move ever since. 
Price and Simon walk you to a lousy room, many recruits sitting together. The mess hall, you figure. In the middle of the room, there are a couple of sofas, and you quickly recognise Soap and Gaz, sprawled together in one of them looking at Gaz's phone. 
Most of the soldiers that are finishing their dinner, or just enjoying each other company before going to bed look up when they hear the door opening. Their gazes linger for a second too long on you until you can feel Ghost throwing them a warning sign in the form of a look and they peel their eyes away.
Gaz and Soap look up when they hear the door open, and just for a second, they smile at you before they furrow their browns when they see everyone's expression. 
“What happened? How come the wee lass so spooked?” Soap asks sitting straight and patting the seat between him and Kyle.
Price’s hand on your lower back softly pushes you forward to sit down before he answers: “She’s still a bit in shock, Soap. We’ll talk about it later.”
You sit down between Soap and Gaz, backpack still in your hands, and pull your knees up hugging your legs. Gaz points to your backpack and asks: “You sleeping over tonight? You should definitely sleep in Soap’s and my room. Ghost and Price have their own individual ones, but they snore.” He whispers the last part pulling a little smile from you.
You lean your head on Soap's shoulder when he lays his arm on the couch behind your back. The man is a living furnace and shortly after you find yourself seeking more contact.
Price sits on the second sofa in front of you and just a second later Ghost appears back, cup of tea on hand, as he gives it to you. You take it from his hands, yours still shaking just a little bit as you do, and you rest it on top of your knee for support.
Kyle's hand find its way to your other knee giving it a light squeeze. “How's your arm, luv?” You look at your elbow and shrug your shoulder. “I haven't even had time to check it, good I think, it hasn't bothered me.”
“You didn't get hurt today, did you?” Price asks focusing on your face after doing a quick check-up of you. You shake your head: “No, a headbutt on the ceiling if anything.”
Price nods, satisfied with your answer and shakes his head at the sergeant's questioning look. You look down to the tea, thoughts getting to you. You saw your neighbour get arrested, and if he had gotten free they would have told you. So it must have been someone who works for them, and if he wasn't arrested already is because they didn't really know who works for them. 
“What are you thinking about, birdie?” Ghost brings you back to reality with just a question. “Am I safe here?” You ask, with a shake in your voice. 
“Yes.” Price's answer is concise, full of trust in his own word, leaving no room for doubt. “As long as you are with us, nothing and nobody is getting to you.”
You look at his face, almost as if expecting him to burst laughing at you for trusting them. A voice in your head screams at you not to do it, you barely know them. But you thought you knew your neighbour and now he's trying to kill you, so. 
You nod and take a sip of the tea. Warming you inside and letting you relax just a bit. 
“How about a distraction?” Soap asks smiling at you. “Have we told ye aboot the time Gaz fell from a helo and was hangin’ from a rope like a yo-yo?”
“Fucking hell, Johnny. Shut up!” Gaz complains laughing next to you. 
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The time went a bit more smoothly when Soap decided to talk about everyone's embarrassing stories, you could still tell he wasn't telling everything, keeping the classified information for himself, but still telling enough to have you laughing, gasping and asking with interest as he told.
By the time you finished your tea, you were already in a greater mood, the attack from today moved to the back of your head. Price lends you a hand to help you stand up while Ghost takes the empty cup from you. Gaz and Soap keep their word to share the room for the night against Price and Ghost's complaint that they should let you rest alone. Until the words “I don't really want to be alone.” leave your mouth and that's the end of the bickering. 
Soap and Gaz barracks are quite simple, two single beds against opposite walls, two desks, two little bookshelves and two closets. Almost as if there was a mirror in the middle of the room if it wasn't for the little trinkets and details on each side letting you know the right bed was Soap's and the one on the left was Gaz's. 
After a quick rock, paper, scissor championship, it is decided you will be sharing Soap's bed. And since you are already in your pyjamas, you get inside the bed quickly, ready to be done with the day. Soap lays behind you, hugging your middle and dropping a kiss to your temple. “Sleep tight, bonnie.”
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A ray of light erupts from the bathroom door that is practically closed, almost as if whoever closed was afraid the click of the door closing would wake you up. At first, you don't think most of it, Soap must have gotten up to pee. But then you listen, and it doesn't sound like that's what he is doing in the bathroom.
Little grunts can be heard as well as the sound of skin hitting skin. You stand up from the bed, curiosity taking control of your body and walking you to peak at the door. You shouldn't, you really shouldn't. But once you lay your eyes on him, you know you are fucked. 
Soap is barechested, leaning against the sink with a hand supporting him while the other strokes his dick. He has his eyes closed, head low with his mouth open slightly, and small grunts and whines leave his lips. 
The grey sweatpants slightly lowered, allowing you to see the curve of his lower back as well as what you trust is the girthiest dick you have ever laid your eyes onto. The tip looks red, hungry for release, pearls of precum dripping from it making your mouth water. 
There is a turmoil of thoughts in your head, you keep repeating to yourself that you need to place some distance between yourself and these men. But the moment any of them show any skin or any emotion of want towards you, you throw yourself at them. 
Three times have you gone through this, your mind telling you is a bad idea and your pussy pushing you at their arms. This time is not different, and before you know it, you are inside the bathroom locking the door making Soap jump.
“Steamin’ jesus, bonnie.” He says shoving his dick inside his pants and turning his back at you to hide his tent. “Knock before entering, lass.”
“Sorry.” You mutter, not feeling sorry and you slowly walk to him. “I just wanted to help…”
“What? What you me-” He gets cut mid-question when he feels your hand grazing his tip, pressing your chest to his back and surrounding his waist with your arm. You use a hand to feel his abdomen and the other to softly caress the length of his dick inside his pants.
“But I can go back to bed if you don't want…” You say looking at the back of his head. “Don't you dare.” He answers grabbing your wrist when you try to take it back and he looks at you over his shoulder. 
“Ye dinnae have to do it if ye dinnae want… but if you want, I'll take anythin’ ye throw at me, bonnie.” He says turning around and cupping your face after lowering his pants again to free his erection. “I had to run to the bathroom cause ye were rubbing yer arse against me on yer sleep, I was about to explode.”
“Well then, I think it's only fair I fix it, right?” You ask looking at him cheekly. He leans down and kisses you smiling into the kiss. Little groans slide into your mouth as you stroke him and you can feel his hips thrust softly into your hand as well. 
For the last two days these men have only but given to you, and as much as you have enjoyed every single second of it, it is about time you give back. 
You pick Soap's hand from your cheek and push it up to your hair. “Make sure to keep my hair away from my face, all right?”
He looks at you confused but quickly gets the idea when you kneel before him. He quickly brushes your hair back with his finger, doing a ponytail at the back of your head and groans deeply when you give a kitty lick to his tip.
You pop his tip inside your mouth sucking softly as you circle it with your tongue. Stroke the rest with both your hands, unable to reach your thumb with your index because of the girth and slowly bobbing your head up and down.
Soap stays mumbling curse words under his breath, low enough to not be able to hear him and you wish you were not hiding in the bathroom and could hear him scream. You think back to when Price ate you out, did he get as turn-on satisfying you as you are getting doing it to Soap? 
He opens his eyes to lock into yours and you look up to him through your lashes as you start to get more inside your mouth. 
“Fokin’ hell, bonnie. Keep looking at me like that and I'm not gonna last a second.” He says struggling to keep his eyes open. 
You chuckle inside your head, and keep getting closer and closer to his hipbone. You must praise Soap's self-commitment to not cum, even though you can feel the grip on your hair getting tighter. When you feel his pubes brush against your nose you pull back taking a breath and look at him. When you lock eyes with each other, you smile and say before opening your mouth: “Fuck my throat, Johnny.”
For a second you get scared that Soap will just cum as you speak when you physically see the shudder that goes through him. But then he grips your hair back making you look up to him and he kisses your mouth in a sloppy kiss. Spit, drool and precum all mixing between your tongues and when he draws back to talk a threat of spit connect your lips. “You are going to fucking kill me, lass.” He mumbles and stands up to full height.
He doesn't let go of your hair and when you stick your tongue out he slaps it with his cock. “Gonna fuck yer throat raw, bonnie. Bite if it gets too much.” He smirks before shoving his dick down your throat in a single thrust and beginning to fulfil his word.
“Fuck, bonnie.” He says slurring his words between moans. “Taking my cock so well, such a good fucking lass, so, so good, fuck.” 
Your visions get blurry with the tears from fighting your gag reflex, your hands rest on Soap's thighs and you can feel them flex with each thrust. If it wasn't for your pants you know you would be literally dripping on the floor, never did you though it could turn you on this much. But seeing Soap becoming such a mess, not being even able to speak, just mumbles and curses leaving his mouth. 
“Let me cum inside, bonnie, please. I wanna see you drink it, please, please, bonnie, please.” He begs looking at your face with a pained expression, and almost as if he was waiting for your answer when you slightly nod he grunts and you feel his spent travel down your throat. He stays like that for another second and finally pulls out, you open your mouth showing him your work and he smiles as he bends down to kiss you again. “Fucking beautiful, love.”
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The next morning you are woken up by an alarm and just a second later a door slamming shut. “I call dibs on the bathroom!” Kyle shouts making you jump.
You turn around on Soap's arms, nuzzling your face on his chest and sighing satisfied. “Eejit” Soap mumbles with his chin resting on top of your head.
“Do we have to share the bathroom the three of us?” You ask against his chest.
“Ye didnae seem to mind sharing it with me last night.” He mumbles back and you feel his chest tumble with a laugh.
“Aw, shut up, Johnny.” You say chuckling and yawning. “What time is it, anyway? I feel like I slept just two hours.”
“0540, not too far off to be honest.” He answers and when your half-sleep brain processes what time it is you look at him as if he has just insulted you. “What?”
“Why the fuck are we up before 6 in the morning? Like, seriously, the fuck?” You ask grumpy as you sit up pulling your legs over Soap's torso. He caresses one of your calves and flexes his arm resting his head on his hand. If you were not so bothered to be awakened so early, you would admire his physique. 
“This is the military, love.” He says smiling. “Ye look like an angry kitty.”
You pull the pillow from under his head and hit him with it making him laugh. “Do we need to be ready before six?”
“Yeah, actually, that's when we are supposed to have breakfast. We are meeting Lt. and Price there.” He says taking the pillow from his face. “Ye should get dressed.”
You groan standing up and picking your bag from the side of the bed. You pull your clothes out, and notice that you can barely form a full outfit; you sigh and sit on the floor looking at Soap who is now on his side, elbow on the bed and head resting on his hand. He looks at you with a confused expression and says: “That's all ye packed, lassie? I thought ye were staying more time.” 
He stands up, walks to his closet and picks something from inside just to throw it to your head. An uf sound leaves your throat and you pick it up to see it, it is a sweatshirt with MacTavish written on the back. “It is cold this early in the morning, we don't want ye freezing up. Get dressed.”
He bends down to drop a kiss on your lips leaving you a bit stunned and enters the bathroom without knocking making Gaz protest from the inside. “Stop screaming, it's me. I'm just giving the wee lass some privacy, Gaz.” 
You chuckle to yourself and quickly get dressed, putting on the only pair of jeans you have, and a weird t-shirt from some kind of ad you used to wear to sleep, feeling really grateful it is covered with Soap's sweatshirt.
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“What are you doing here, luv?” Price asks standing up when he sees you enter the mess hall following Soap and Gaz. “Everything alright?”
The expression on your face must be portrait-worth because you can see even Simon's eyes twirl with a smile. 
“What do you mean what I'm doing here?” You ask looking at Price, until you hear a little snickering coming from both Gaz and Soap and you finally put two and two together. You turn to Soap and when you finally make eye contact with him, he burst out laughing.
“I'm sorry, bonnie. It was just too perfect of an opportunity to waste it.” He says raising his hand in false innocence. He tries to side-hug you, but you move quickly raising your chin offended and walking up to Price. “I'll fetch ye breakfast as a peace offering, all right, love?”
“That's the minimum you can do!” You exclaim still offended and stick your tongue out to him as you sit between where Ghost is sitting and where Price was sitting, him following you.
“Sorry about that, love.” Price says rubbing your tight. “I told them muppets to let you sleep in today. Did you at rest good?”
Gaz sits in front of you with a smirk, and you don't know if he knows, but you are sure that if he does he will snitch on you so stay on edge making sure not to break eye contact with him.
“Yeah, I did. The bed was surprisingly comforting, and Soap was a weighted blanket so.” You answer still looking at Gaz. You can feel Price's questioning look and Ghost's smirk.
“So Soap was comfortable?” Gaz asks smiling.
“Yeah, quite comfortable.” You answer.
He knows.
He fucking knows.
You don't know how, but he knows.
“Is that why you followed him to the bathroom when he went in the middle of the night?” He asks.
Fucking Garrick.
“I don't know what you are talking about.” You respond looking at your nails.
“I'm talking about when you into the bathroom and helped-”
CLANK
Soap puts the tray of food in front of you just in time, cutting Gaz's claim and starts to enunciate the food he bought. “I got ye coffee cause it's obvious yer not a morning person, I brought ye toast, some fruits and a little cereal cause I didn't really know what ye wanted. And I bought ye chocolate pudding.” He says putting the little cup on your hands, giving you a kiss on your head. “For sucking my dick so good last night.”
Gaz bursts out laughing, happy that he didn't even need to tell anything, while Ghost chuckles under his breath and Price sighs rubbing his forehead.
“I think there is a conversation that we definitely need to have.” Price announces. “For everyone's sake.”
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#i fucked up at work#like I know my boss was pissed because I had to take a week off because of Corona but like it’s the end of the month and we are swamped with#work and I made a mistake with my calculations and no one noticed until I high off my mind at 8 am bc of medicine#told her and she was pissed and I understand it’s my fault like I shouldn’t have made my calculations that way without consulting her and I#had a panic attack and nearly bawled#and then now one of my coworkers calls me to check up on me bless her heart and she said she heard our boss call me and how angry she was#and she said it was no an excuse for her because it was wrong for her to belite me on the phone but like#I wish she hadn’t told me that? bc now I know my boss was angry the whole day and probably told the other coworkers or#get angry with them and I cannot help but feel guilty and cry and get anxiety attacks all over again because I can’t fuck yo this job#i need this job I like this job I get PAID as I deserve and I can’t lose that I can’t go back to earn 5 dollars every two hours I can’t#i can’t lose this job and I can’t stop hyperventilating and it’s my fault and I don’t know what to do I just can’t concentrate on anything#it’s not my fault I got covid it’s not I wear my mask always I barely take it off to drink water but I still got it and it’s not my fault#my family already makes me believe it was my fault I didn’t need this today I just I can’t fuck up this job I can’t
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neptuneiris · 6 months
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sparks (01/04)
My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to
pairing: business-boyfriend!aemond x fem!reader
summary: at the beginning your relationship with aemond is perfect and there were no worries. until he becomes the Heir of his father's company, the most important in the whole country and certain events and certain people start to interfere in the relationship.
word count: 8.6k
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AHHH here is another story!
I'm really excited for this one especially since it's angst but in a modern world, which I haven't done since cardigan and gosh what I have prepared for this, you're going to like it a lot or that's what I hope haha.
I look forward to your comments excited, I love responding to each one of them, thank you for your support and for reading, you are amazing beautiful people, enjoy!
warnings: pure angst
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You're losing him.
You say to yourself as you read the messages from your boyfriend, Aemond.
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You stare emotionlessly at your phone screen for a few more moments as you bite the inside of your cheek, beginning to feel a sharp pain in your chest and disappointment coursing through your body.
With a defeated gesture, you turn off the screen and head to your room, starting to take off your makeup, hairstyle and also the beautiful black dress that you were so excited for Aemond to see you wearing.
You resist the urge to cry at all times, especially when you remove your makeup and look at yourself in the mirror, biting your lips and telling yourself that this is no big deal, that you shouldn't cry.
You know it's not his fault, you know he has work and that keeps him very busy, but it's not the first time this has happened.
Days before he proposes the idea of going to dinner, just you and him, to one of those fine restaurants downtown, telling you he wants to enjoy a luxurious dinner with you, making you get excited and start planning what you will wear and how you will do your makeup and hair.
And when the day comes… his work prevents him from leaving the company building and consumes more of his time.
You understand the great responsibility he carries on his back being the heir to his father's important company, preparing at twenty-three years old to become the next big head and boss by the time comes, but you never thought you would have to spend less time with him every day.
Aemond a year ago graduated with a degree in business management and as soon as he received his college degree, he started working with his father.
You met him because you both have friends in common at the same university even though you study marketing and are a year younger, yet your friends would ask you out to clubs or for drinks and Aemond would join in.
That's when the two of you started talking and getting to know each other better. And as a result of that, eventually he and you started hanging out together until you formalized everything by being in a relationship.
Not too long after that, the two of you decided to live together in an apartment near the university, which you could afford because Aemond has always belonged to a rich family and also because of your half-time job at a coffee shop.
But when Aemond graduated and started working with his father, the whole relationship slowly began to change.
You only talk when he comes home late, asking you how was your day, what did you do and you also ask the same to him, realizing that there is no day where Aemond does not go through stress.
Now you see him less time, in the evening he comes back and you don't even talk much as he feels exhausted, so he takes a shower and goes to sleep.
There are no more times where you go out to the movies, to a fast food restaurant, bowling, for drinks with friends, not even watching movies at home or eating together, be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, nothing.
Even in his days off, he is working in his home office, taking calls and so on, while you miraculously wait for him to have a little break and talk to you, but again... nothing.
That's why right now you don't want to get angry with him, because you know it's not his fault, but still... you can't resist it anymore and the first tears fall down your cheeks and low sobs escape from your throat.
You want to reassure yourself, thinking that you shouldn't cry over this, that it's not that big of a deal, but you can't stop, the tears keep coming and your sobs are the only thing that can be heard all over the room, crying louder at the thought of how much you miss him.
You continue to remove everything from your face in tears, even the hairstyle that took you hours, and then you calm down and put on your sleeping clothes.
You leave your beautiful dress on your comfortable sofa next to the window, deciding to put it properly back in your closet tomorrow, not having any more courage for this day, wanting to lie down on your bed, sleep and nothing else.
You feel sleep take you and you sink into deep darkness, resting. Then you don't know exactly how much time has passed, but a sound makes you slowly open your eyes.
You hear him start to walk softly around the room, trying not to make too much noise, feeling his gaze on you for a few moments.
You hear perfectly the sound of the door to the room and then footsteps entering.
"Love? Are you asleep?"
You hear him ask you in his low but audible and attentive enough tone, but you don't say or do anything to him.
Aemond lets out a long breath as he sees that you are asleep, feeling very tired and just as disappointed as you are, to start taking off his clothes and heading to take a shower.
You continue to lie still, turning your back to him, still pretending to sleep when you know you shouldn't but... you don't want to talk to him about what happened tonight, you don't feel in the mood.
You're tired, disappointed and don't want to get upset with him when it's not his fault, but you won't be able to help it.
And when he returns to the room already with his sleeping clothes on, about to lie down next to you, he briefly inspects the room and feels a pain in his chest when he sees two of your makeup removal towels on your vanity full of it, causing him pity.
It doesn't really take him long even though all the time he thinks about you and how disappointed you must have been, also how sad you must have felt.
But you never bother with him and that's what makes him more frustrated as he fails you once again because you understand him, you always do.
Also when he sees the black dress on the couch, he feels terrible.
Finally he turns his attention to you in bed, turning off the bathroom light and lying down next to you, instantly hugging you gently from behind so as not to wake you up and leaves a soft, tender kiss on your shoulder and others in your hair.
You still continue to pretend, enjoying his touch for a moment, but you again hold back the urge to cry all the time, feeling so good but not enough, as before.
Then Aemond drops his head on the pillow, covers himself with the sheets and finally he is carried away by the sleep, still hugging you.
You bite the inside of your cheek throughout, trying to control yourself so as not to get his attention when you've been doing so well and you close your eyes, wanting to go back to sleep
Yet there in the dark, in the place of you and Aemond, with his arm around you and holding you against him, feeling his soft breath at the base of your neck, you can't help but wonder: what if he's losing me?
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You let out a long breath as you finally dare to walk through the huge doors of the big and tall building where Aemond works.
You have been here many times before, this is nothing new to you, however you feel anxious and a bit nervous as you have decided to come here without telling him before.
So you don't know if he is busy in the middle of a meeting or if he is in his office with a pile of papers around.
You are allowed free passage as most of the people here know you for being his girlfriend, so you don't really have any problems and say hello to all the receptionists, secretaries and security guards.
You have decided to come here to bring him his coffee of choice and also food, knowing that his break time starts in exactly ten minutes.
The thing is that he seems to be still working after all so you don't know what he must be doing now.
Once the elevator drops you on the floor where his office is, you instantly greet Eleonor, his assistant.
"It's been a while since I've seen you last, Y/N!"
She says with a loving smile, hugging you tightly and you smile hugging her back, taking care not to let the food and coffee fall out of your hands.
"Oh yeah, I'll tell you," she says pointing to all the paperwork on her desk with an exhausted look, "That man doesn't rest and you should put a limit on him," she says seriously.
"Yeah, I know," you both pull apart and you look at her without wiping your smile, "I've been really busy with college and also Aemond lately has had a lot of work so.... each one is on his own."
"You know how stubborn he is," you tell her as you shake your head in disappointment, "But anyway, I came to bring him food, is he in his office?" you point to his door.
"Oh no, he went to his father's office for some papers, but he should be on his way back by no—
The sound of the elevator makes you both turn your gazes to it, interrupting Eleonor and when the doors open Aemond appears, quickly walking out of there with his gaze fixed on the screen of his phone while in his other hand he holds a folder.
"There he is," Eleonor tells you with a small smile.
You smile back at her and turn your attention to Aemond, who looks so handsome in his office suits, so masculine and powerful, drawing everyone's attention everywhere he goes, adding to that his beautiful long silver hair.
But not only that, his sapphire eye also attracts attention.
He lost his eye in an accident as a child, however, by filling his empty socket with that precious stone, he feels even more powerful, signifying respect and endurance to him, also a form of intimidation as he will become the boss one day.
He also has a prosthetic eye, but that one he wears more when he is with his family or also when he was going to college, although already being at home, he doesn't wear anything.
You see the frustration all over his face at whatever he must be looking at on his phone screen, but when he looks up, everything softens the moment he sees you, a small smile appears on his lips, but also the slight confusion, speeding up his pace towards you a little more.
"Hey baby."
"Hi," you smile softly at him, closing the distance between the two of you.
"What are you doing here?"
He asks you without wiping away his small smile, reaching towards you and instantly leaning down to leave a soft kiss on your lips which you reciprocate, smiling.
"I came to bring you your black coffee and food too," you point to everything in your hands, proudly.
"But don't you have classes?" he asks you confused, watching everything and also you, attentive.
"In two hours"
"Oh thank you, my sweet girl," he leaves another soft kiss on your lips, taking the coffee first as he sets the papers down on Eleonor's desk to take a sip, "Uff, I needed that."
"Yeah," you let out a small laugh, "It's your lunch hour, isn't it?"
"It's supposed to be," he tells you as the frustration returns to his face and so does his bad mood, "I have an important meeting in five minutes, I just got word," he points to the boardroom with his gaze, taking another sip of his coffee.
"Oh," disappointment again washes over you, as you had hoped this wouldn't happen, "I was hoping to spend some time with you," you tell him trying not to sound as sad as you really are.
And he lets out a long breath, turning his expression of pity and concern.
"I know love," he tells you as he rests his forehead with yours, looking at you sadly and as if asking for forgiveness, "You know if I could do anything—
"No, no, I know, it's okay babe," you assure him, interrupting him, "Then I won't stop you anymore if you have to work."
You smile softly at him, though it doesn't quite reach your eyes and then take the topper where his food is, as Aemond watches you intently and even sadly.
"I'll leave this in your office until you can eat, then I'll leave."
"Wait," he stops you in a soft voice, pulling you back towards him as he takes your arm, "Y/N, about last night—
"Mr. Targaryen!"
Suddenly a female voice interrupts him and also the moment, making you both focus behind him, where a tall woman with long black hair, red dress and black high heels approaches with a rather elegant and calculated way of walking, with a huge smile on her lips.
Aemond watches you back and stands next to you as he intertwines his fingers with yours and clears his throat, turning back to watch her.
"Miss Rivers," he nods politely towards her.
"It is a pleasure to see you on this day, Mr. Targaryen," she nods her head towards him as well, placing herself in front of you both.
"It is also a pleasure."
You watch Aemond for a second and then turn your gaze to her, watching as she also watches you at about the same time and that's when he reacts.
"Love, this is Alys Rivers, co-owner of the Riverlands company," he tells you and points to you with his hand, "And Miss Rivers, this is Y/N Y/L/N, my girlfriend."
You usually meet a lot of people who are also involved in all this business management stuff because of Aemond, especially when he takes you with him to important events and dinners as his companion, so this isn't new either.
What is new is this woman... Alys Rivers.
Normally she would have been just another woman who owns a company and is doing business with Aemond for her father's company, but the way she subtly inspects you up and down, and you notice the way she looks at your joined hand with Aemond.... you don't like it.
She looks at you superiorly and as if you're no big deal, almost expectantly, her bright smile from before disappearing for a second, but then she holds out her hand to you.
"Oh sure, it is a pleasure to meet you," she says to you with the brighter smile from before, but completely fake.
You bite the inside of your cheek and since you shouldn't be rude, much less to what you think is Aemond's new partner and company, you take her hand and shake it briefly.
"A pleasure," you nod in her direction.
"We're discussing a contract," Aemond then tells you, leaning his body toward you.
"Oh really? That sounds—
"Actually, speaking of discussions," she interrupts you, catching both of your attention, "I'm sorry but could I steal your boyfriend for a moment?"
She asks you suddenly, her tone too high and mellow, completely fake, without erasing her smile, revealing her perfect, aligned teeth.
"I really don't mean to intrude," she says with a sorrow look, but you don't believe her at all, "It's just that I'm afraid your grandfather and also my uncle are already expecting us Mr. Targaryen," she turns to Aemond to focus on you again, "I'm sure you'll understand, business stuff."
Of course you understand, you know Aemond's job perfectly well and in fact you wouldn't have taken any more notice of this woman despite the fake way she acts towards you and also because of the way she looked at you before.
But... you care very much the moment she places her hand on Aemond's shoulder, exposing her perfect red painted nails.
"Shall we?" she asks him as she watches him with a certain gleam in her eyes and gaze, completely attentive and in his disposition.
Of course Aemond notices this too, who almost instantly watches as she touches him, not understanding what has happened to her to casually make such a gesture or rather what has she thought to take such a liberty, then subtly walking away from her, trying not to look annoyed.
"I'll be there in a moment," he tells her just as polite and serious as before.
But she is insistent.
"I'm sorry Mr. Targaryen but we must leave now."
"Don't worry, I'm sure my grandfather can speak in my absence."
The smile fades from her lips, but you see how she quickly pulls herself together, although you've had enough of this and you don't want to delay Aemond any longer even though you don't like this woman at all, but at least they won't be alone and there are more people involved in the meeting.
And before she speaks, you do, addressing him.
"Don't worry love, I'll be on my way," you smile at him, "I don't want to delay you any longer. But I'll see you tonight, okay?"
And this immediately gets his attention.
"Do you need someone to drive you? I can tell Cole."
"No, no need, it's fine," you assure him, "You eat this, okay?"
You point to the food then extend it to Eleonor, as he smiles softly.
"Okay."
"Have a good day, love you."
"You too, love you."
You leave a soft kiss on his lips and finally head to the elevator, feeling the piercing gaze of Alys Rivers, but you don't mind, since at least you weren't the fake one the whole time.
After you leave the building and head to the university, your day goes by slow, stressful and with a lot to do, until finally your class ends at almost nine o'clock at night and you head home completely exhausted.
Normally Aemond comes home at ten o'clock at night, however, you don't know why you were hoping that maybe he had come home earlier, however, when you get to the apartment everything is dark.
You let out a long breath and turn on the lights, wishing and hoping that Aemond was already here and that just for one night, he would be the one to welcome you home.
You've thought about bringing up the subject of how you should spend more time with him, how he could maybe organize his work schedule better, how you've been feeling lately and how you misses him, telling him that nothing feels like it used to.
So the days and weeks go by, nothing has changed, you are still working half days, you are still going to classes, doing projects, research and so on.
While Aemond is still working very hard at the company, both of you seeing each other until late at night when he finishes another long and stressful day at work.
However, the words get stuck in your throat as you see him coming home from work very tired, deciding it's best to let him rest and sleep.
But more and more you feel the disappointment and sadness envelop you, having to deal with it yourself because you don't want to upset him.
Then one day, everything starts to go wrong.
In the middle of your Sales and Negotiation class, suddenly your phone vibrates and while listening attentively to your professor, you briefly glance at the screen for a second, seeing that it's a message from Floris, a friend you and Aemond have in common.
She apparently sends you a link to a magazine article that you can't really read unless you open the chat, and then you see two more messages from her.
[Floris B]: you saw this??
[Floris B]: ????
This definitely gets your attention, but before you can do anything, your professor draws more attention from everyone in the class and you go back to being attentive, hoping none of it was a bad thing.
However, an hour after class ends, you finally leave the classroom and start walking down the hallway in the direction of your next class with your phone in hand, opening the curious magazine link and what pops up... it's definitely bad.
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With your thumb you read more of the whole news, where yes there are pictures of Aemond with that woman in a restaurant, just the two of them, him in his office clothes and her in an elegant dress.
You feel your breathing getting heavier as you see more pictures, where there is one in particular where you see how she has her hand on top of his, they are both obviously talking but there are also papers and folders on the table.
Again you feel that sharp pain in your chest, not wanting to jump to conclusions so fast, you trust Aemond with your life but clearly you don't trust her.
What you don't understand is why they went to a restaurant together. If they have talked business, which in fact there is no other reason why the two of them would be together, why not take care of it at the office?
You enter Safari and as you google Aemond, you see the same magazine article everywhere, instantly more magazines and newspapers advertising the same thing, all about a possible relationship between him and Alys Rivers.
You let out a long breath and finally head to your class, trying not to think about it anymore, but as the minutes tick by... you can't.
In all your remaining classes you find it hard to concentrate, you feel an uncertainty and anxiety all the time, you feel really bad and you have no idea what will happen when Aemond and you see each other tonight.
Not only Floris messages you, but also other friends that you and Aemond have in common, but you don't respond to them, only making you feel more anxious that the news is spreading fast.
Until finally you can go home and having no other choice, you wait for Aemond to arrive.
You pour yourself a glass of wine, unable to help it and wait for Aemond at the kitchen island, drinking and having the hope that this, that woman, is no threat and that what happened just happened inside the business and will not happen anymore.
Or at least it won't happen anymore in the sense that Aemond won't show up with her publicly anymore to avoid the press making speculations like this, that whether you want it to or not, they affect you and a lot.
You really don't know what is going on with Aemond in the company, you don't know what he talks about with his grandfather, his father, his mother and this woman, you don't know about his negotiations, his work and that's why it affects you, because you don't know what is happening.
Everything would be simpler if he and you had the time to talk, to share what you do, what you should do, as before.
However... you have the suspicion that this is not only in Aemond's hands, but that it is something beyond, something this woman is in control of and you don't like it at all, not since you met her and she gave you a bad feeling.
And you finally let out all the air you're holding in when you hear the sound of the door.
You continue sitting still on the stool, with the glass of wine in your hands, waiting. When again you hear the sound of the door closing and the figure of Aemond appearing, instantly he sees you.
He lets out a long breath as it finally becomes clear to him that you saw the news, he knew it before when he too saw the article in his office and officially started his stressful and frustrating day, but he didn't think it would affect you so much.
He leaves his keys on the island and then takes off his jacket with a silence enveloping you both, where he watches you attentively but you don't look back at him, still deep in thought, taking another sip of your wine.
He sees your dull look, the anxiety all over your body, the uncertainty, the sadness, the stress and he bets that your treacherous thoughts are making you believe things that are not.
He also notices how bad you must feel and how tense and distant you are from him now, and that worries him more than anything else.
"Nothing happened between me and this woman, Y/N."
Then he decides to speak, not bearing this anymore, your silence, your attitude, your distance. He just wants to hold you, hug you and kiss you, which is all he wants every time he finishes another horrible day at work.
He tells you tactfully, his voice soft and honest, firm with what he's saying, taking a couple of steps toward you, to which you continue without looking at him.
"I just want to know why you went to that restaurant together," you tell him in your voice just as soft as his, almost even sounding tired.
And he knows you too well, however, because this news is practically everywhere, being the first time you both face something like this, you remain calm and willing to talk.
And this strangely confuses and surprises him.
Although it shouldn't since he knows that you never get angry with him, at least not in this kind of situations since from the beginning of the relationship, communication has always been paramount before jumping to your own conclusions, avoiding fights.
And this gives him a bit of confidence to move closer to you.
"I just thought it would be better to take care of some business in public," he tells you honestly, "I know you didn't like her when you met her, neither did I. I also know she started to cross physical boundaries and I didn't like the idea of being with her alone in my office, that's why I decided on a public place out of respect for you," he explains, "I should have known this would happen though," he says bitterly,
Nothing.
You say nothing. You just listen and think.
You still don't like that he's having encounters with this woman, but if he has to do it for company business, you're not going to have an argument with him when it's just work.
And your silence begins to unsettle and frustrate him.
"You believe me, don't you?" he asks you insistently, concerned.
"Of course I do," you tell him in a murmur, without much emotion, though honestly, watching him out of the corner of your eye.
You almost snort in disbelief, of course you believe him.
Only you know when Aemond is being honest or not and you are relieved that he is always thinking of you, but he is not the problem, it's his job and this woman, that's what doesn't leave you alone.
But Aemond doesn't feel reassured just hearing that from you.
You take the last sip of your wine glass and get up from the stool to head to the dishwasher, saying nothing more, then start heading for the bedroom, causing Aemond to become more concerned and insistent.
"Where are you going?"
"I want to sleep."
He lets out a sigh as he averts his gaze for a second.
"Come on Y/N, don't be like that," he looks at you sadly.
"I'm not doing anything," you tell him, walking past him.
"You haven't even looked me in the eye since I arrived," he insists, stopping you.
"Aemond..." you finally give him a look, "I'm tired."
"Me too but I want to fix this," he says immediately.
"No, I'm tired... of everything," you clarify, serious and also sad.
He looks at you without understanding.
"What do you mean? I already explained to you—
"No, it's not just her, it's... your work and us."
You say more specifically, causing more confusion from Aemond, who watches you with furrowed brows and parted lips, attentive.
"I've wished for just one, one day where we can spend time together," you confess to him, "I don't mean fifteen, twenty minutes, I mean the whole afternoon or evening, or a day where on your days off you're not cooped up in your office."
"Y/N, I-I—
"I know you have a lot of work, I understand that," you clarify, "I don't want to harass you with this too when you have more important things to take care of, truly—
"Do you think you're not important?" he asks instantly confused, bewildered.
And you... don't really answer him.
You stay completely silent, just watching him back and nothing else with an equally sad look, to which Aemond's face becomes more worried and confused than before.
"Y/N, you are one of my priorities," he tells you hurt, "How come you don't believe that now?"
"Yes I do," you clarify sadly, "What I'm saying is that you barely have time for me and I know it's not your fault because I know your job, but..." you let out a long breath, "Not even a single day have we been able to spend together, not a single one."
He instantly tries to speak, opening his mouth to say something, but immediately closes it and struggles to be able to find the right words he wants to say, getting frustrated with himself.
He really doesn't want to tell you again what you've heard before, but he can't find another explanation because that's the only truth.
He shakes his head, letting his sentence hang in the air, watching you with sorrow, sadness and worry, failing to say anything else, as you feel tears begin to form in your eyes, your vision blurring.
"Y/N, I-I...," he looks sad, "I swear to you, if I could do anything, I would, but...
You press your lips together as you don't want to start crying in front of him, you really don't want him to see you like this, but you can't control it and in an instant the tears fall freely down your cheeks as you avert your defeated gaze from Aemond.
"No, no, please don't cry, my love."
He tells you instantly more concerned than before and you quickly bring your hands up to cover your face, completely embarrassed and trying to control yourself.
But you can't as he quickly encloses you in his arms and pulls you into his body in a protective, comforting way, while at the same time leaving soft kisses in your hair, stroking your back gently with one of his large, firm hands.
"Shh, my sweet girl," he says softly and warmly above your head, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
You instantly hug him back too and sink your face deeper into his chest, sniffling your nose and controlling your sobs, really not wanting to cry anymore.
You missed this, completely. You just wish this wasn't happening under these circumstances.
"It's just that I miss you so much," you confess, clinging tighter to him.
And Aemond's heart breaks into pieces, instantly pulling you tighter against him, hating to see you in this state, hating to see you crying and even worse.... that you're crying for him.
"I miss you too baby, all the time," he says softly, "I miss you so much it fucking hurts."
He instantly leaves more soft kisses in your hair, also on your cheek, holding you tighter against him, while you let yourself be held in his arms and continue to cling against him, not wanting to let go and feeling that if you pull away, he will disappear at any moment right in front of you.
But it's only because you're vulnerable.
You don't know how long you both last like that, it must have only been a minute, but it feels like an eternity for both of you, especially for you, finally starting to calm down.
"I'm sorry," you say in a whisper and try to pull away from him a little, lifting one of your hands to wipe away your tears, "I didn't mean to get like this," you confess sadly, "I shouldn't be selfish."
"Hey, no, look at me."
He says in soft tone, placing one of his hands on your chin to lift your face towards him and you do so, watching him with sadness and embarrassment at the same time, as he gently shakes his head in your direction.
"No, it's not like that, you've just been busy having to attend to your wor—
"You're not selfish love," he makes it clear to you, "You're absolutely right. I've been neglecting you and that's not right of me."
"It's still not right," he insists, concerned, "And to be honest, if I were you I'd feel the same way," he confesses, "But I promise I'll do everything in my power to spend time with you, baby."
You shake your head in his direction.
"There are some things you can't control, Aemond."
"No matter, I miss you too, I want to spend time with you and I'll make sure of that."
You close your eyes and bring your forehead to his, both of you sinking into a comforting silence and a moment you haven't had in a long time, where it's just him and you.
He assures you softly and the two of you say nothing more, just stare into each other's eyes for a few moments.
Then he begins to gently trace your cheek with his thumb, attentively and delicately, watching you lovingly, as if he wants to memorize every detail of your face in his mind.
"My beautiful girl," Aemond murmurs fondly, in a low, soft tone.
You smile slightly and lean your face down to kiss his lips, he instantly reciprocates, holding your waist tighter against him as you place your arms around his neck and take complete refuge in him, needing this.
Aemond holds his hand more firmly on your cheek and deepens the kiss, working his way across your lips with his tongue, beginning to explore your mouth and you respond in kind in a slow, deep kiss.
Then you both part with a wet sound of your lips, you again embracing him and sinking your face into his neck, inhaling his cologne that drives you completely crazy and the fresh scent of detergent on his clothes that at the same time comforts you.
And finally everything feels right.
You there in Aemond's arms, this being exactly what you needed along with communication.
However, as the seconds pass with Aemond still holding you and both of you in that comfortable silence, he can't help but begin to feel guilty and remorseful.
At first he thought about not talking to you about this subject, solely so that you wouldn't worry and feel bad because of him, but now that you both have spoken... he can't keep something like this from you and he knows it's the ideal time.
"Love?"
He calls you softly, catching your attention, still both of you clinging in the embrace and the feel of each other's body with each other close.
"Hm?" you murmur, sending a vibration through his chest.
He presses his lips together for a moment, nervous, but no longer able to bear that another minute passes and you still don't know about this.
"There's something... I haven't told you."
And this definitely gets your attention more.
You slowly turn away from his body, instantly Aemond hating the feeling, then raise your gaze to him, watching him intently and all at once realizing that it's not something you'd like to hear.
You know it by the nervous, worried look he's giving you as you both again look at each other.
"What is it?"
He lets out a long breath, looking away from you for a moment, again having this difficulty being able to say the words he wants to say, wanting to explain everything to you gently, thoughtfully and clearly.
"Y/N... I-I... none of this has really been my decision," he tells you honestly, "But... I'm afraid you'll keep seeing me around this woman."
And it's definitely something you didn't like to hear.
Aemond waits attentively for your reaction, while you continue to watch him intently, your lips parted, a little confused, but neutral, this really not bothering you... yet.
"It's all for work Y/N, I know you know that but I don't want you to think otherwise if another news like this happens again," he tells you cautiously and attentively.
"So you'll go out with her again?"
He lets out a long breath.
"The company needs to associate with hers for our investment in an extra capital, since the attempted association with the Martells didn't work out and my grandfather...he asked me to take it over."
You lower your gaze for a moment, pursing your lips, processing the information, understanding perfectly well that this is solely for work and nothing else, but still... you don't like this woman at all.
"But I can keep Eleonor or Criston around if it's not to your liking," he tells you instantly, turning your gaze back to him, "I've even already taken care with our publicists to deny the rumor by saying it's all work between her and me, also we'll already be prepared in case this happens again."
"Aemond, I understand all of this perfectly," you clarify, assuring him with your tone and look, "I totally trust you but... it's her I don't trust and I don't like the way she behaves when she's around you."
He swallows hard, lowering his gaze for a moment, thinking very carefully about the words he will tactfully say to you next, not wanting to upset you.
"Also... my grandfather has suggested that perhaps it would be good and more efficient for us to partner with Riverlands sooner if I will begin to have an... intimate... relationship with her."
You feel a huge sharp pain in your chest, watching in mild surprise at Aemond, definitely not expecting that.
The silence surrounding you both only increases the pain inside you more, the sadness clinging to your heart, as you lower your gaze and part your lips, having your gaze wander to an invisible spot on the ground.
Tears begin to want to flow from your eyes, again, unable to control your overwhelming emotions any longer. As he instantly sees the sadness all over your face, the disbelief as well, beginning to worry you more.
"Of course I told him no, Y/N."
He tells you instantly, anguished and worried, taking your hands in his, but you don't react, at least not yet.
"He wants the media to start making publicity about the two of us, he thinks it will make the whole process easier and faster, that Rivers will be pleased along with her uncle. Even she...she's come on to me before but, but believe me Y/N, I have stopped her and been very clear with her about you and that I'm not the least bit interested."
"But she is interested in you," you tell her in your low, sad tone of voice, "And you won't be able to do much about it if you have to get yourself associated with her company. You'll have to keep seeing her, be in her company and be accessible to her if you want to make it."
"This shouldn't take me too long, love, I promise," he continues to tell you worriedly, wanting to make you understand, "Yes, you will see me with her but I also promise you that everything for me means work."
"But for her and your grandfather it's not only work, Aemond," you tell him a little more serious, just as sad, "She also wants to have you the other way, that's why she behaved with me the way she behaved when she met me."
You know that, totally.
"I know baby, I know," he tells you softly, "But I will never let her disrespect you, in any way."
He assures you firmly, determined.
"I don't care what my grandfather or her wants, neither what the press says about her and me, all I care about is that you understand that everything for me is work and that I would never do anything to hurt you and end everything between us, believe me that's the last thing I want," he tells you honestly, "And I also want you to keep in mind that I only want you."
You know that Aemond wants you, just the same way you want him and he loves you too, you both love each other, you love him with every fiber of your heart.
But it is all this that does not leave you calm, this is what you have never had to go through before and the insecurity along with the uncertainty consumes you as your mind is spinning non-stop, not even having the idea of what to think, with a knot forming in your stomach.
It all becomes more overwhelming and you don't know if you can get through this together, fearing for the future of the perfect relationship you had with him, the man you love.
And Aemond seeing this, just as worried, anxious and sad as you, not liking this at all either, knowing that he is asking too much of you seeing that you are thinking too fast, all the anxiety and stress through your body, instantly comes back to hug you to comfort you.
But he also does it to comfort himself.
His warm embrace feels like a safe haven in the midst of the moment you are going through, his arms wrapping around you gently but with a strength that makes you feel protected and loved, where you find comfort and his familiar fragrance makes you feel at home.
You experience the love and that connection of the two of you that seem to erase any worry or sadness you feel at that moment, also him, finding that primordial emotional support.
"I promise I will do everything in my power to make this all end soon, I promise love."
He assures you along with his gentle caresses on your back, his soothing words whispered in your ear making the outside world disappear and only the two of you exist, united in a loving embrace that makes you feel complete and loved.
And they also make you feel a sense of calm and hope that with your boyfriend's love and support, everything will be okay.
But neither of you knew what awaited you next.
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After your conversation with Aemond, there really isn't much change in the relationship.
You tried your best not to think about him and that woman, you tried not to think about the fact that she was probably in the building at a certain time and that the two of them were together, being a thing almost every day that Aemond had to be in her company.
Your job at the coffe shop helped you not to overthink and focus almost one hundred percent on your classes, although in some free hours you had your boyfriend was in your thoughts.
What fortunately changed was that when your classes were over and you got home, he was already there waiting for you, the first night surprising you and making you feel completely happy.
You both were able to enjoy sharing an extended night together, having dinner, talking about everything and finally going to bed, you have also resumed some movie nights and also the nights of intimacy have been more constant.
But other than that... everything remains the same.
You and he haven't really talked about Rivers, you don't bring it up every time the magazines announce that he and she have been seen together again, clearly because the subject has already been discussed, but still, it makes you feel weird and you really don't like seeing those articles.
But you find it exhaustive that you have to talk it over with him again, so exhaustive for both him and you, that you don't want the two of you to end up having a fight afterwards.
So until now... you can just deal with it.
Until one day in a free hour before your last two-hour class starts, when you have your phone in your hand you get a new message and when you read it, it's from Aemond's sister, Helaena.
Hel🦋: hello beautiful!
Hel🦋: omg it has been ages
Hel🦋: I'm sure the event will be less boring with you🤭
Hel🦋: I am so excited to finally see you again on Saturday
Hel🦋: see you soon!
The messages make you smile and make you start to feel a warmth run through your chest, you too have been missing Hel for a while now as she works at Highgarden as well in a company expansion on her father's.
You haven't seen her for months and clearly communication by message doesn't happen much as both of you, especially her, are just as busy as Aemond.
But the smile doesn't last long on your face as you had no idea about this event, since you know what event it is, only that Aemond hasn't told you about it.
They are one of the typical important events where all the relevant businessmen attend, where they announce new innovations, where they make partners and where basically everyone allies with everyone.
When you get home, this time you are the one who arrives first and although you tried to control yourself by not asking him anything right away, you can't hold back anymore and that's what you do after he gets home from work.
Since you and Aemond started your relationship, you have always accompanied him to these events.
And especially at this one, since it's organized by his family, but you didn't know it would certainly happen because he didn't tell you anything.
And honestly he looks surprised when you ask him why he hadn't told you about the event, not expecting that, this getting your attention and instantly you know the reason isn't good and you're not going to like hearing it.
"I did wanted to tell you because I know we always go together, love" he says to you with some regret, "But now Rivers will be there an—
"You're going with her?"
You just ask him, all starting to form in your mind, while he doesn't say anything back right away and just stares at you uncertainly for a few moments and the realization starts to become more apparent to you.
"Your grandfather told you to take her as your companion?" you ask him more specifically now, watching him intently, waiting for his answer.
And you begin to see perfectly well how he starts to get frustrated.
"Yes but I told him I wouldn't do that," he clarifies instantly, looking at you worried and honest, "That's why I decided better to go on my own if everyone will be there."
You frown slightly at him.
"And what's wrong with me going with you?"
He doesn't answer, watches you for a few moments still with sorrow in his gaze, then lowers his head, staring at the ground as he lets out a long breath and runs a hand over his face.
Then you answer your own question, understanding him.
"You don't want to take me because everyone will be there and your grandfather won't be pleased to see me with you when you should have taken her with you?"
"Love, listen," he tells you immediately, walking towards you, "It's more than that, okay?" he says attentively and distressed, "I just thought that it wouldn't be comfortable for you to go with me to that place if she will be there—
"Everyone is talking about her and you," you tell him with your most serious tone, interrupting him, "Everyone will expect her and you to go together and of course your grandfather won't be happy to see me coming with you, why don't you tell me that?"
"Okay, yes, you are right, but I don't want to go with her, I want to go with you, I have always gone with you," he says in clarification, "But on this occasion I don't think it will be necessary, besides it won't be comfortable for you."
You let out a snort.
"Do you think I won't be able to handle it?"
"No, I mean, of course you can," he tells you instantly, "But you know her, she's very reckless and I don't want us to have a fight after that."
"Then do we put a limit on her, like you have done all this time with her or not?" you ask expectantly.
"Yes, of course I have put limits on her, but in that place..." he pauses, frustrated, "There will be a lot of people, our partners, my family and the press will always be watching, everything will be three times too much. Besides I'll have to attend an announcement along with her and all eyes will be on her and me and I don't want you to feel bad."
You let out a breath, turning your gaze away from him, feeling discomfort in your body, starting to walk away from him to go to your room.
"Okay, I get it, you don't want me to go with you, just say so."
And he reacts instantly.
"Hey, no, no, no, I didn't say that," he says worriedly, stopping you and placing himself in front of you, looking at you pleadingly, "Baby, please."
You let out a long breath, closing your eyes for a moment.
"It's just that you're treating me like I don't know this... your whole world, like I haven't gone to these events with you before," you tell him sadly, "Your grandfather knows we're together and yet he's asking you for this kind of thing... like as if I were a nuisance and at the same time like if I don't exist. And it's been like that ever since she—
You stop, not wanting to say anything else, feeling the lump in your throat and how tears begin to form in your eyes, bringing your hands instantly to your face, not wanting to cry now and feel bad, telling yourself that you're overreacting.
But all of this is really how you feel and you can't help it. And mostly you don't want to show your true feelings or speak your thoughts so as not to overwhelm him.
But just as you understand him, he understands you too.
"Fuck no, please don't cry baby, I hate to see you cry."
He tells you to then wrap you in a warm, firm embrace, holding you tight against his chest where he instantly feels all the tension through your body and pulls you tighter against him, wanting to protect you from everything that hurts you at that moment.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, love."
He tells you in low murmurs as he gently strokes your hair and you let out more of your tears, clinging completely to him.
"No, it's not your fault," you tell him sadly, sobbing softly against his chest.
He lets out a sigh.
"Yes it is," he says softly, "You don't deserve any of this."
He leaves a soft kiss in your hair, still hugging you and having no intention of letting you go, while you let yourself be carried away by the comforting warmth of his body, wanting to keep feeling that familiarity and security that only he can give you, in spite of everything.
"I know things have been hard lately and I'm so sorry, but... I love you and I care about you, you mean the whole world to me."
"I know babe," you murmur back, "I love you too and I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get like this."
"No, no, it's okay love," he assures you, "We're going to get through this, just like we always have, remember?"
You nod your head even though you have it resting against his chest, then sniffle your nose and raise one of your hands to wipe away your tears, as he pulls away from you a little so he can look into your eyes and leave a soft kiss on your lips which you instantly reciprocate, again taking refuge in his arms.
Both of you at that moment feel vulnerable and lost for a moment in the uncertainty of the situation, but you knew you had to face whatever it was together.
Aemond feels in control of the relationship, but you feel more at a crossroads because of the uncertain future of the relationship itself.
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✧.* what’s your number?; kmg
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synposis: after finding an online article about the number of sexual partners a woman should have, your day with your neighbor turns into him being lucky number eighteen.
paring/s: model! mingyu x afab! reader, ft. little brother! chan.
genre/s: humor (sort of lmao), neighbors2lvrs vibes, fuckboy&girl reader and gyu.
warning/s: alcohol consumption, sexual content (minors - dni), talks of broken bones, oc has female genitalia
word count: 3.8k
content: seggsy times, idiots being besties, reader loses her job, all the vibes.
note/s: loosely based on one of my fav movies, what's your number with anna ferris. lmao enjoy. also def unedited so srry. xo.
“Miss. Y/L/N. I’m very sorry but we have decided to let you go.” 
Your boss put down a brown cardboard box that once held wine from a staff party about a week ago. You stood in silence, why were you being fired? You’re one of the only executives who does their job. All of the other employees sit around and drink whiskey and flirt with the other women on your floor on company time, go home to their wives, and make six figures. 
“Sir, can I ask why?” 
“Budget cuts, sorry honey.” 
Honey of course. Not only is he himulating you, he’s also being condescending. 
“Why not fire Ted? He does nothing but use his company card for ‘business expenses’ like taking his different fucks to exotic vacations and restaurants.” 
“Our female clients like Theodore. Sorry it has to be this way. Here’s a check to keep your rent underway and for any troubles. Good luck.” 
You picked up the brown cardboard he handed it to you and dumped the white envelope into your bag as you stormed out of his glass chamber. 
Perfect timing, your brothers getting married and you’re getting fired. Your mother will surely love to hear about this. 
After gathering the contents of your desk you found your way back to your white and gray covered apartment, sinking down into the perfect couch you bought yourself as a reward for your first month in the job. 
Pulling your laptop from the pocket of your work bag, you scrolled through the news on your side widget . Coming across an article written in some stupid lifestyle magazine about ‘the appropriate number of sexual partners for women.’ 
“Okay, so society is regressing.” 
Curious enough you scrolled through to a small section with a quiz, childish, but probably suitable for women over 50 or under 21. 
Following your finger down the various categories that pertained to you until it came to the bottom of the page pointing out your result. 
“15 and over, women with this number often have difficulty finding a spouse and are unlikely to ever settle down. Are they fucking serious? Men can fuck 50 women and still are fine.” 
A vibration came from your phone, a text from your neighbor. 
[3:44pm]. 
Mingyu: Mind helping me out? New girl won’t take the bait about my “emergency” 
Y/N: what’s the issue with her this time? 
Mingyu: nothing, just too clingy. I’m expecting you in five, say our dad fell in the shower. Thank you, owe you. 
Y/n: got it see you in five. 
Mingyu and you met often when you were ushering out hook ups or crazy exes show up to your door. You didn’t know much about his life, other than he’s a model, and obviously has bad luck with women. 
Pulling yourself up off your couch and throwing a blazer back over your shoulders you strode off down to the other end of the hallway. 
“Mingyu? Mingyu seriously answer your phone? Hello!” 
The door opened revealing a semi-naked girl, she was pretty sure, blonde, tall, nice eyes, but boring. 
“Who the fuck are you?” 
“Mingyu’s sister, who the fuck are you?” 
“Oh my god! So sorry, hi so nice to meet you, I’m Ailee his gir-“ 
“My friend, y/n. What’s wrong?” 
Letting yourself passes the bra sporting blonde you looked Mingyu straight in the face and pulled out your best crying face, it was easy today being that you’re pissed about work and that stupid fucking quiz. 
“It’s dad, he fell. I don’t think it’s good, we have to go.” 
“Oh. Okay, let me change.” 
Mingyu pulled in his jeans and a white t-shirt, grabbed his fancy leather wallet from the counter and pulled you through the front door of his condo. 
“Ailee, let yourself out okay?” 
“Call me?”
“Uh, maybe it sounds like this is bad, maybe we should stop seeing each other? I’ll call you.” 
The truth is Mingyu was never going to call her, he said that to all the others. Yet, you never saw them again. 
Silently you open the door to your place and shut it behind you. 
“She seems nice.” 
“Yeah trust me, she’s not.” 
“Noted. But, better than that crazy red headed girl, Cass was it?” 
“We don’t have to talk about her.” 
“Missing that jacket still?”
“Yes.” 
Mingyu took his place on your leather armchair and sipped the coffee you had initially made for yourself. 
“What is this? What’s your number?”
“Oh my god. Stop looking at my shit.” 
You whipped the lid of your laptop close and stole it out of his hands
“Do you really think anyone cares how many people you sleep with? Isn’t that kind of fucked up?” 
“You can only say that because well, one your a man and two you’ve fucked basically half the women in this city.” 
“Not true, we haven’t fucked.” 
“Right and we will not.” 
“Sure, sure keep telling yourself that. So what is it? 12?” 
“Do you really need that answer?” 
“Yes. And I will bother you until you tell me.” 
“17.” 
Mingyu laughed, not because he felt bad for you or that you were going to hell for fucking 17 people, but because he didn’t see the big deal. 
“Oh come on, that is not that bad.” 
“What’s yours?” 
“Maybe 20?” 
“We are way too close in number for me to not feel weird about it now.” 
“Because it doesn’t matter, why do you think you couldn’t get a husband or boyfriend or whatever the fuck you want because of that?” 
“I don’t know, I didn’t until today I guess.” 
“Bad day?” 
The dark haired man’s head nodded towards the unpacked cardboard box sitting on your dining table. 
“Weird day. And now I have to go see my family at an overly fancy party and sit around clutching cocktails and lie that I didn’t lose my job, just until their precious boy is married off.” 
“Ah, the black sheep of a rich family huh?” 
“Shut up, no. They’re just judgmental is all. Well, my mom is anyway.” 
“I see. What are you wearing?” 
“I don’t know? What’s wrong with what I have on now?” 
Mingyu looked you over in your semi unbuttoned dress shirt and oversized trousers, sexy and sophisticated, but a little boring for a party. 
“Actually you look good. But, it’s not exactly giving a cocktail party for the sister of the groom. Especially if your mom is as judgmental as you say.” 
“Okay, go in my closet then. Work your weird model magic or whatever, Mr. Jeans and white tee.” 
“Anything for you, rich girl.” 
You walked Mingyu through your bedroom into the oversized walk in closet, filled to the brim of clothes, half of them with tags still on. Gifts from boyfriends, friends, your mother. 
“Wow, I didn’t expect this.” 
“And what did you expect?” 
“A closet turned into an office and like five pairs of the same pants, maybe matching pajama sets. But not this.” 
Sitting down on the small stool you let the man rifle his way through the various colors of fabric. 
“Okay, so this black dress. It’s tight but not overwhelmingly, it’ll show your figure and still make you appropriate. These tall black boots, sexy to show off your long legs and make you look even taller, a nice bag, maybe.. this red one? Or the green, just for a pop of color. Put it on.” 
“You finish quickly .” 
“Never had a woman say that to me before. Hurry up.” 
Smirking, you run back into your bedroom, out of sight from the man tapping his fingers on the marble countertop of your dressing room, sliding into the outfit he picked out. 
“Okay, I look-“
“Beautiful.” 
“Really? Don’t you think this is a little much? I mean, for this?” 
“Not at all, it’s actually really simple. May I?” 
He held up a silver chain necklace in his hands and waited until you nodded as he strung it around your neck. 
“Perfect. Now, leave your hair up. Maybe a nice bun and curl the front pieces? You look nice without makeup on, but do that cute winged liner look you do with a nude lip.” 
“Okay, since when did you become a stylist?” 
“I’m a model, I know what I’m talking about. Come on, chop chop.” 
“Okay, mom. Jesus.” 
“Dad. Daddy, actually.” 
“That's never happening.” 
Doing his instructions as he asked, you curled the front pieces of your hair letting it softly dangle in front of your face and placed the rest up on the crown of your head in a loosely tied knot. 
“Okay. So maybe you’re good at this.” 
“I know. If you need my help further, you know where to find me.” 
“You’re leaving?” 
“Aren’t you?” 
Holding up your phone you realized how much time has passed and grabbed your keys. 
“Right. Thank you.” 
“My pleasure. See you soon, y/n.” 
“Bye, Gyu.” 
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Walking up to the front steps of your parents luxurious brown stone, you felt the cold sweat under your armpits before walking in the front door. 
“Y/N holy shit, where have you been? Mom is going to kick your ass.” 
“Sorry, Chanie. I had something going on. Where is she?” 
“In the dining room with Marnie and Seungcheol. Talking about wedding stuff, please save us.” 
Coming to your brother's rescue was part of the job of being an older sister. Seeing him settle down and get engaged to a girl like Marnie was amazing for you, she was everything he needed, and it was nice to have another girl in your family. 
Grabbing  a glass of champagne from the silver tray of a waiter, you strode up to your mother in your childhood home, still as nervous as you would have been as a little girl to be under her gaze. 
“Aw, my baby. Finally arrived. Hello.” 
“Hi, Mom. Hello, guys.” 
You mom hugged you giving a kiss on both of your blushing cheeks passing you along to greet your brother's future wife and his friend Seungcheol. 
“Y/N, you look amazing. Where did you get this beautiful dress?” 
“Thank you. My friend helped me pick this out actually, I don’t remember where it’s from.” 
“Friend? Which friend is this, darling?” 
“His name is Mingyu, he’s my neighbor.” 
“Gay? He has wonderful taste.” 
“No, not gay mom. He’s a model.” 
“Oh wow, can I see a photo? Why didn’t you bring him?” 
“Maybe next time.” 
After downing the first glass of alcohol you quickly look for another, Seungcheol already holding a glass in his hand for you with a wink. 
“Thank you.” 
“Anytime.” 
“Y/N, can you go find your father? Now that you're here we can start dinner.” 
“Yep.” 
Strolling throw the various rooms full of priceless knickknacks and photos of your youth, you stop at the open oak doors of your fathers study, looking at him for a moment, behind his desk, glasses on, reading his book. 
“Hello, Dad. May I come in?” 
“Y/N, yes of course. Just hiding out here until I can eat some dinner. How are you?” 
“I’m okay, mom sent me to get you to come eat. What are you reading?” 
“Oh, just some Orwell. Relaxes me.” 
“Shall we, sir?” 
“Yes, my girl.” 
You held your arm out for your father, he was always your best friend, someone who no matter what supported everything you wanted to do. He was stern, but even after parenting you he would end it with a hug and a piece of candy, seeing him grow older had your heart in pain. 
Searching the table for your placecard, it sat you right in between your brother and Seungcheol, his best man and best friend for longer than you could ever remember. 
“Are you coming to his bachelor mixer?” 
Seungcheol’s long eyelashes fluttered in front of your face and you noticed how much more mature he looked, he was always cute, but it’s grown on you now. 
“Are you going to embarrass me?” 
“I’m not the one who got drunk in college and broke her arm trying to dive into the fountain.” 
“Ouch. At least I haven’t shit myself drunk as an adult and embarrassed myself in front of the girl I liked.” 
“I did not shit myself. It was a fart.” 
“A fart with a little poop, a shart if you will. What did they call you? Shart Seungcheol?” 
Your mother interrupted the light flirting you two were enjoying and gave a speech about how lovely it is to see her baby marrying a second daughter and so on and so on. 
After everyone downed their salmon and fancy finger food, you got into the silly party bus along side the rest of the bridal party, moving on to the night of drinking ahead of you. 
“Guys let’s play a game on the way to the bar.” 
Your brother's fiancé spoke, turning down the music and passing around multiple bottles of tequila and glasses. 
“Everyone right down a confession on your paper. If we guess whose it is, they have to drink, but if you get it wrong you drink.” 
Looking down at the small pink sheet of paper you wrote about your day, your sex number, and you losing your job. Maybe nobody will get it, maybe nobody will care because they’ll be equally as drunk. 
The game went on as your anxiety grew and nobody had chosen your confession yet, that was until your brother pulled one of the last sheets of paper out from the bowl. 
“Today I lost my job, I let a stupid magazine article tell me how women who have sex with more than 15 men means they’re unloveable and unwanted. I can’t wait to get fucked up. Congratulations! Well that’s my sister.” 
“What? How did you guess that?” 
“I know your handwriting dumbass, drink, everyone drink.” 
Your night continued, nobody mentioned your failure as a person, they just celebrated the happy couple. 
More and more drinks in, maybe the same amount of people you’ve had sex with. You took it upon yourself to get people on the dance floor, when you felt a pair of hands coming up on your hips, turning around to curse them out, you recognized the eyes staring back at you. 
Mingyu. 
“What the hell are you doing here!?” 
“Birthday party, we always come here. What the hell are you doing here?” 
“Mixed sexes bachelor party.” 
Mingyu's hands were still resting on your hips, on top of the very dress he helped you pick out hours before. 
“Exciting. Want to get a drink with me?” 
“I have one.” 
You held up the half empty glass of your Negroni and Mingyu snatched it from your grip, downing it for you. 
“You’re paying.” 
“Yes. That was the plan.” 
His hand pulled out off the dance floor and back over to a pair black leather bar stools, waving the bartender over. 
“Two whiskey sours please.” 
“No, one whiskey sour. I’ll have a whiskey neat.” 
The bartender nodded working his magic for the two rocks glasses. 
“Here you go, tab Mingyu?” 
“Yes, thanks John.” 
“Wow first name bases?” 
“I told you we like to come here. Who’s the pale dude staring at us?” 
You turned around to look at your brother, cheering you from across the bar. 
“My brother, Chan. His wedding party.” 
“Yes, I remember. I meant the one next to him?” 
“Ah, Seungcheol. Best man.” 
“He wants to fuck you, maybe he’s lucky number eighteen.” 
“Maybe he was lucky number ten back in the day.” 
“Do you remember his number?” 
“No, but I’ve already fucked him. In college.” 
“Ah, I see. Still on the hunt?” 
“Not at all actually, I’m celabte now.” 
“No way, I bet you could find many dudes who’d want to fuck you here.” 
“It’s a matter of if I want to fuck them no?” 
“Touchè” 
“What about him?” 
Mingyu pointed to a tall blonde, long hair, and pretty lips. 
“Gorgeous. But not my style. I’m not really in the mood to get laid.” 
“And let my work go to waste?” 
You smiled, sipping your drink and feeling the warm liquid enter your body. 
“You didn’t give me my beautiful face and fat ass, you just put it in a dress. And as my dad says, leave them wanting more.” 
“You’re a very funny drunk, she shocks me even more.” 
“Can I ask you something?” 
“Mhm.” 
“Do you ever get tired of having me save your ass from all those girls? Don’t you want to settle down and not have your neighbor coming over to rescue you all the time?” 
“Maybe the reason I do it is so you’ll save me.” 
“Shut up.” 
“No. I’m serious. I like hanging out with you, I enjoy seeing you, and you’re very entertaining. I like role play.” 
“I see, you have a kink.” 
“All jokes aside, I like seeing you.” 
You were surprised by his gentle voice and nature, you always knew him from the outside, a beautiful guy who has bad luck getting girls out of his apartment for whatever reason. 
“I like seeing you too.” 
Mingyu's hand rested on your thigh as he looked towards the same dance floor he pulled you from before, basically begging you with his eyes to come back out with him. 
You agreed, holding his hands through various sweaty bodies, some you knew and some you didn’t. Dancing along with them to the rhythm of the song, holding yourself up on Mingyu's large frame 
“Surprised to see you in something other than jeans and a tee.”
“You like?” 
“If I say yes are you going to fuck with me over it?” 
“Maybe. Are you going to let me be your lucky number eighteen?” 
“If you promise you don’t have some random girl barge in your door tomorrow to get me to leave?” 
“She’ll be tied up.” 
“Let’s go. I have to say bye to my brother first. Come on.” 
Walking towards the door you spot Chan playing darts with Marnie, who was obviously kicking his ass. 
“Hey! I’m going to head out, I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
“Is this Mingyu?” 
“Oh shit, yes Marnie, Chan, this is Mingyu. Mingyu, this is my brother Chan and his fiancé Marnie.” 
Mingyu outstretched his hand to the couple, shaking it kindly. 
“Nice to meet you man, my sister talks about you a lot. Be good to her.” 
“Chan, shut the hell up. Love you both, mwah mwah.” 
“Mingyu if you’re free tomorrow, y/n has a plus one. We’d love to have you.” 
Smiling and whisking Mingyu out of the front door, you began to run together through the light rain falling, two blocks to your apartment. 
“Sorry, my brothers, an idiot.” 
“He seems nice, his wife to be too.” 
You felt your hands shaking in nervousness riding up the elevator to your shared floor. Stepping off and standing in the hallway between your two front doors. 
“Your place or mine?” 
“Well, I picked you up didn't I? Come to mine.” 
Mingyu led you through his familiar front door and helped you out of your wet clothes, throwing them in his washing machine. 
Now standing in his living room, just in your black lace bra and panties, feeling like all those other girls before. Almost in fear of someone knocking to kick you out of his dimmed apartment. 
“Come on.” 
You giggled as he picked up your half naked frame and carried you into his bedroom. 
“Lay down. Off the edge of the bed, trust me.” 
You didn’t say anything just followed his instructions as his fingers came and wrapped themselves around your lace underwear, blowing on your clit with his soft breath as he pulled them down your freshly shaved legs. 
“Fuck.” 
His lips came in contact between your heated center, splitting his kisses between your aching parts and your thighs. 
Your hands working their way through his hair as he used his tongue to work his way around your clit and between your folds, pushing you closer and closer into your own euphoria. 
Maybe you understood why girls didn’t want to let him go, if this was his head game, you can’t even imagine what could come next. 
“You taste so sweet, I should’ve known better to be careful, I might get addicted to you.” 
“Stop with the niceties, Gyu. Can you please fuck me?” 
“Eager are we?” 
“Yes.” 
Mingyu pulled you up by the back of your neck, forcing your head near the top of his dick, waiting for you to wrap your mouth around it and get it sopping wet so he could enter in between your legs. 
“Oh, baby, that feels so good. I love watching you on my dick, but we have to stop before you get me going too much.” 
Your head turned up at him, mascara slightly spilling under your eyes, as you opened your mouth searching for the feeling of his lips on yours, before he planted in on you he spit into your mouth, and inserted himself between the same thighs he was kissing before, slowly entering inch by inch, making you wait to feel him fully inside of you even more. 
“Comfortable, baby?” 
“Yes, faster please.” 
“So polite, but as you said before, leave them wanting more and more. I want you to get riled up.”  
“Yes, sir.” 
“Mmm, I like the sound of that.” 
His thrusting became more rapid with your soft moaning, kissing your neck in the process, riding out your high with you, you felt him begging to slow down as his teeth wrapped around your hard nipples, sucking softly at them. 
“You’re so delicious, I don’t think I can last much longer.” 
“Me either, but it’s only round one.” 
“Do you want to do this again?” 
“Eighteen has always been my lucky number, now fill me up.” 
With your final words, Mingyu rode the rest of his high before finishing inside of you, placing a soft kiss on your perfectly pink lips, and dipping his head back down to your center to clean you up with his mouth. 
“Want to stay?” 
“Is that alright?” 
“Yeah, come on. Let’s shower.” 
The tall man led you into his beautiful marble bathroom and turned the water on in his shower built for two. 
“I meant what I said at the bar, you know. I like being with you.”  
Your long arms reached up to his hair, massaging his scalp with shampoo. 
“I meant what I said too, lucky eighteen.” 
“So I’m your lucky number?” 
“Yes, don’t tell my mom tomorrow.” 
“Don’t worry, I’ll tell her that you called me sir and the ass she gave you is indeed perfect.” 
You planted a soft kiss on his lips, before pushing him back under the warm water of the shower head. 
“I dare you.” 
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moonstruckme · 5 months
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hi
i never request things but i wanted to know if i could request something fluffy and angsty with like the reader and spencer being early in the relationship and spencer says i love you to the reader for the first time
Hi babe! Thanks for requesting :)
Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 671 words
“I can’t believe you flashed the badge at them,” you giggle, almost stumbling down the sidewalk. “I mean, you may as well have taken out your gun!”
“A badge is not the same as a gun,” Spencer corrects you, his hands hovering cautiously nearby in case you really do fall over from laughing so hard. “Anyway, those guys needed to know that they can’t just do that.” 
“They were catcallers!” You cry, giggles starting anew. “What were you going to do, arrest them?”
“Maybe.” 
“For what?”
“I’d worry about that when we got to the station.” 
You guffaw, and he gives you a little smile. 
“I appreciate the chivalry, Spence,” you say, bumping your hip into his amicably and delighting when he blushes, “but don’t ruin your career on my behalf. I can handle some catcallers.” 
“I’m sure you can,” he allows, “but it’s my job to make sure you don’t have to.” You smile, wondering whether he means professionally or as your boyfriend. “Anyway, I love my job, but I think that’s a hill I could stand to die on. I love you, and—” It’s like the words turn to breath in his throat. Spencer looks over at you, eyes wide and unsure, and your heart contracts. It’s all you can do not to wince. “I’m sorry, that—that just slipped out. I didn’t—I know it’s early.” 
You wave him off, plastering on your breeziest smile. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I do that all the time—like, one time, I was on the phone with my boss and I went to hang up and said it.” You clear your throat. “It happens.” 
“That’s…yeah.” Spencer’s blushing something fierce, gaze tracking your synced footfalls on the sidewalk. “Actually, just to be honest with you, I didn’t mean to say it so soon, but I do…mean it.” 
“Oh.” Oh shit. 
“But like I said, I know it’s really early.” Neither of you will quite look at each other, though you suspect Spencer’s utilizing those profiling skills for all they’re worth right now. None of your thoughts are ever truly secret from him. “I don’t want to put pressure on you.”
You can’t stand the nerves in his voice anymore, and when you stop and set a hand on his arm, your smile is genuine. “I know you don’t,” you promise him. “Spence, I really, really care about you.” You can feel a cold sweat starting under your arms. The last thing you want to do is ruin this, but you have to be honest with him. “I think, for me, it does still feel a bit early, but…I mean, I know this sounds like a cop-out, but I really feel like I’m almost there, if that makes sense?” You half expect Spencer to pull away, but his eyes stay on yours, kindly curious. “I’ve just, I’ve never been in love before, and I’m really serious about this thing.” You smile anxiously, and his lips tilt upward in return. “I want to be two hundred percent sure before I say it, you know? I want it to really count.” You shake your head. “Sorry, I don’t know if any of that made sense.” 
“Hey.” Spencer’s voice is gentle, as is his hand when it seeks out yours. He intertwines your fingers. “That makes perfect sense. Thank you for being honest with me. I would never want you to say it if you’re not sure, you know?”
You nod, relieved. “Exactly.” 
“All right then.” He smiles at you, giving your fingers a little squeeze. “So now do you get why I’d risk wrongful arrest for you?”
“No.” You start walking again, tugging him along. “I don’t know, I just feel like it’s too early in the relationship to make you lose your job for me, you know? We can turn around and harass those catcallers back if it’ll make you feel better, though.” 
Spencer pretends to consider it. “Are you going to ask me to take out my gun?” 
“Nah. Badge is just as good.”
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impactedfates · 3 months
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Yay requests are now open! So can I request a reader who is yanqing's sibling who plays sympathetic immersia (video game equivalent in Luofu) Genshin that Guinafein introduces them to it, even JY knew the game's hype and reader is immersed with the game's scenery, music and archon quests Reader also would blush every time they see genshin fanart of Wanderer or Xiao. Yanqing and JY would notice how they would look down and grin widely in their phone screen. Also the early AR shenanigans like unlocking dragonspine, trying to ice bridge to Inazuma and getting yeeted by a hilichurl and ofc the infamous dendro slime attacking when exploring Liyue. Overall, reader plays it and YQ is curious and JY is interested
★ A/N: If that were me they would hear me screaming at night when I get my various different characters (esp Kaveh and Zhongli) I hope you like this anon :>
☆ Genre/Trope: Platonic + Fluff
★ Format: Mini Scenarios (Separate)
☆ Warnings: None (I think?)
★ Extra: Reader is older then Yanqing // Readers job is whatever you want their job as // Father JY :D
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Jing Yuan's heard of the game before however it wasn't until he heard you yelling in delight over a 5* you had gotten that he found out you were one of the many people that also has a delight in playing the game.
He's amused to see how much you like certain characters and how you, in your words, "simp" for others. In fact, I honestly think you probably did the "My parents rate Genshin Characters" trend with him. He ranked most of the characters very highly honestly. (He especially liked Cyno along with some of the sleepy characters like Lisa, Layla and Sayu)
Honestly he's very amused by all your reactions throughout the game, the audible gasps you may do when something surprises you, the loud cursing when you're fighting an enemy and the cries when you lose your 50/50 (maybe if you ask nice enough he'll give you his credit card)
I'd think he wishes to try out the game himself, however with the fact he's busy with General duties he doesn't get much time to really play. However he does get all the characters he wants with just a swipe of his card, however he's stuck at level 45 as a) no time to really continue and b) he honestly seems like the type to not bother with the ascension mission and in fact wants it to build up till he knows he's AR 60. THEN he'll actually do it.
Overall, he doesn't mind that you play it and enjoys it himself when he can. However don't expect him to be so willing to give you his card so you can get the Genesis Crystals to get the characters you want.
(Also I see his team consisting of off-field dps like Xiangling and Furina so he can just sit back and relax as they do the fighting and he doesn't need to lift a finger much)
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I feel like Yanqing was already a player. Like he joined when it was first released but he didn't really play much. He'd log in once or twice a week then not log in for months. It's not that he isn't interested, he is. It's just he has things he enjoys more.
When he finds out you play it then he might be more inclined to try harder at it, so the two of you can do some sibling bonding time and play. Depending on AR levels between the two of you, he's either asking you to help defeat bosses when he still cannot after the nth time or you both can cry as you die to the electro hypostasis.
I feel like his luck is like, amazing as well. Like he got Keqing on the beginner banner and managed to get a good 5* weapon for her on the standard. And he's always won his 50/50s
However his luck cannot be transferred to how his artifact luck is. It takes his weeks upon weeks to get ONE decent artifact for his new 5* Ayaka.
He still doesn't play much but his game time has increased a lot more and he can understand why you like it so much...however he cannot understand why you seem to like certain characters and beg him to get you merch of them for your birthday.
He definitely struggled in DragonSpine and thought pyro and cryo characters were immune to sheer cold.
Overall, he understands a lot where you're coming from when it comes to gameplay and lore but when it comes to you simping over certain characters then he can't help but feel confused, and if he particularly dislikes a character you simp for. Perhaps disgusted (jokingly and lovingly of course)
(I'm unsure what his team would be, but he'd be a mono sword team imo)
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Honestly, with my personal experiences with Genshin. I thankfully did not struggle with DragonSpine (not as much as other people did)
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However, I will say that I probably should've started building sooner. I only started once I hit about AR 56 and finished most of the Inazuma quest (don't ask me how I survived, idk either lmao)
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valiantroeagleangel · 3 months
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Take care.
Jolly Karlsson x female reader.
Hurt/ comfort, shower sex, oral, unprotected sex, fluff.
Mama's tag list: @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @malice-ov-mercy @smokeynaomi @darkhallcorner @loeytuan98 @sthnog @cookiesupplier
Had this idea for a while, finally posting it now. Hope I'm doing my boy some honour. You'll tell me. 🫠
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Saying that your day sucked was an understatement. It was horrible. You had this important project that got you worked up for weeks and when you finally presented the final version to your boss and colleagues everybody pushed you down saying that it wasn't good enough, that your work was useless and bad. Yeah, today sucked. You thought that after your presentation your day would be better but now that it happened you were just depressed and disappointed. Your heart ached excruciatingly and you wished you could just shush it down.
When you reached your home at the end of the day you were just a mop, ready to drag yourself on the floor without any kind of will. Jolly quickly spotted you as he was scrolling on his phone, sat on the couch. Without a word, you immediately dropped your coat and bag away and jumped into his arms. Your head nestling on the crook of his neck you let out a pathetic whimper.
His hands quickly found your back and your nape, scratching the roots of your hair softly as he cuddled you. "What's wrong baby?" Is all he asked in a low voice, aware that it might have something to do with your stressful project. Still, he didn't want to open the wound directly by talking about it.
"They hated it." Your voice was breaking and muffled by his body. With your strained tone you weren't sure that he could properly hear you but he hugged you closer, his head moving to kiss your hair.
"What happened exactly?"
Slowly you got your head out of his neck to look at him in the eyes.
"They said it wasn't enough, that they gave me this project because they thought I was doing better work than that but that now they realised it was an error." You started to get overwhelmed, vomiting all your stress and anxiety on him because it was all you were able to do. Now that you started to unleash you couldn't stop yourself. "How could I thought that I was capable of doing it?" Your voice cracked. "Now they're going to fire me. I swear Joakim, they were so disappointed and harsh towards me that tomorrow I'm good to be replaced." Tears started to roll down your face, you got up really early this morning and the fatigue was talking for you, no strength left for you to rationalize it. "What am I going to do? I can't lose my job.."
When you finally paused long enough for him to respond he gently cupped one of your cheeks with his hand, brushing some tears that were rolling down it.
"They won't fire you, baby. Maybe it's not you who is incompetent, maybe they were expecting something that isn't achievable." Slowly, to not scare you, he approached your face and left a soft kiss on your other cheek, stopping the tears from falling. "You worked day and night on that project I'm sure it was brilliant. They're just a bunch of assholes that like to exploit people. I would like to see them work like you do. I'm sure none of them is capable of doing it."
His words were a bit soothing to your heart. Jolly was always so kind and tender with you that it was enough to make you cry again. Ashamed and desperate you threw your face against his chest, your hands surrounding his waist. He hugged you back, letting you rest on his chest for as long as you needed.
But after some minutes without moving at all, Jolly started to consider the fact that maybe you were falling asleep on him. Shifting a bit he made you groan, not happy with how he was pushing himself off the couch. "I'm sorry baby but I have no blood left in my legs I need to move a little."
You groaned again, getting off his lap as you sat next to him on the cushion. Jolly sighed in relief, shaking his legs in the air but you were still pouting, the sad expression not leaving your face.
"Do you want to take a shower? It could relax you."
You shook your head, not deciding to move as you would rather rot on your couch forever. You did not want to do anything or to feel anything. You just wanted to numb your heart and emotions down.
"Come on. I'll help you if you want." He got up and held out his hand to you. "Let's go."
You didn't even have the will to protest that, giving in you took his hand and he stood you up. Gently he pulled you with him towards the bathroom.
Still not very determined you sat on the washing machine, watching Jolly desperately trying to get some reaction out of you. Coming closer to you he grabbed the bottom of your shirt, unbuttoning every button one by one before pushing the fabric away from your shoulders. You didn't move a bit, letting him do as he pleased. Once the piece of clothing completely off, he caressed your shoulders, approaching his lips so that he could leave some kisses on one of them.
Your bra quickly followed the path of your shirt, soon meeting the ground as he unclasped it in a mastered motion and threw it away. His lips didn't leave your skin as he kept kissing your chest, one of his hands encountering your waist to push you towards him. At some point you tilted your head back, your fingers finding his hair to tangle themselves in it and you felt him smile against your stomach, happy with your reaction when he pushed away.
He got you out of the washing machine, unbuttoning your pants and taking them down. Less obstructed by your thoughts you tug at his t-shirt, passing your hand under it to caress his happy trail and stomach.
Smirking he quickly grabbed it and tossed it over his head, letting it join the rest of your clothing. His jeans and underwear followed shortly before he passed his hands on your hips, kneading them with his large hands.
"Get them off for me, will you?" He asked, passing his hands under the sides of your underwear as he left you to go and turn the shower on, the cold water running aground the empty cabin.
You obeyed in silence, getting rid of your panties to join him under the shower head. Jolly immediately attached himself to you, his hands surrounding you from behind as he started to caress your belly. His lips couldn't handle being left alone as he pressed them on your wet shoulder, slowly rising to your neck.
You titled your head on the other side for him to have more room to operate. His hands rambled on your hot and wet body, cupping your breasts as he brushed over them with his thumbs, his lips still sucking on your skin.
"Let me take care of you, baby." He breathed out, the hot air echoing on your skin, giving you goosebumps. "Let me wash all those worries away."
This time you definitely gave up. Even if you weren't convinced at the beginning you just wanted to feel Jolly's embrace, as close as he could be. You only nodded, too focused on the heat growing in your stomach as his hands continued their ministrations and he, once again, smiled in your neck at your response as he turned you so that you could face him.
Still letting you under the hot water his lips captured yours for the first time, finally allowing you to relax in the kiss. A small grunt escaped you as you surrounded his neck with your arms to push his body into yours. His hands on your back, they lowered themselves on your ass, cupping it to massage your cheeks.
Breaking the kiss he started to kneel in front of you, forcing your body to stick to the wall, both of your hands reaching the tiles to have better support.
Jolly didn't waste time and pushed your hips on his face in a second. His hands wandered on the back of your thighs, joining their interior. Assured he started to nib on the skin there, leaving red marks darkening because of the water's hot temperature.
One of your hands left the wall to grab his hair, pushing his face away from your legs as you looked down, your eyes meeting. He looked at you with his pupils dilated, breathing a little louder than before. He didn't say a thing as he caught one of your legs, putting him on his shoulder before dipping his head deeper into your intimacy.
You couldn't help but let a small whimper out, your grasp on his hair tightening as he furtively lapped at your clit. Unsteady you leaned more on his face, looking for more friction but he kept cat licking you teasingly. His fingers didn't stop to draw closer to your core each time they caressed your inner thigh.
Already on an emotional thread, you didn't want to deal with his teasing tonight and pushed his face down your folds, forcing his tongue to flatten against your intimacy.
Jolly raised his eyes at you only to meet with your throat, your head tilted back as you breathed with your mouth half-opened, water hitting your chest.
"Fuck", you heard him curse at your feet when his fingers finally left your lap, instantly joining your core while he pushed one into you. This time he put a little more enthusiasm, eating you out with more force as he added a second finger, pumping it inside of you until he reached your sweet spot.
Defining a pace that he considered good enough he caressed you like he never did, focused on every little moan you could make, every little sound that was escaping you or with what intensity you were tugging at his hair. Your legs trembling he kept you in place with his other hand, alternating between his sucking and lapping on your clit, the sound of it making all of the act extremely obscene.
The heat of his breath on you got your stomach tightening, your orgasm growing stronger and stronger at each one of his motions.
"Shit Joakim." You could feel all of your strength leaving your legs as you approached the edge, your moans getting louder, making you bite your lower lips.
"You're doing so good for me." He moaned out to you without stopping himself. Each one of your whimpers encouraging him to keep his pace until he had you crying his name, your vision whitening as you spasmed under his touch.
Out of breath, you looked down, stroking at his hair gently until he got up, still holding your body in his strong arms so you would not puddle down the floor.
"Thank you." You said with a dumb smile, trying to fall down from your high. But it wasn't enough for him. He wanted you to forget all of your worries, to be fucked until your mind would go blank. All he needed you to think about was him, he needed you to feel only him, nothing else. And even if you considered that you were good enough now, you were not. At least that's what he decided.
You tried to stand by yourself to pull him under the water with you but he flipped you down, making you squeak as you faced the wall.
"We are so not done, baby." He pressed his hot body in your back, his hands deepening on the fat of your hips as his member hit your lower back.
You whimpered again when his hand passed to your front, pressing on your belly to rub you on his hard cock. He ground on your ass for a few seconds until he got you impatient, your core pulsing for his presence.
"We're done when I say we're done." His lips approached your ears as he leaned more on you, whispering "You're not getting out of here."
You nodded, your lower lip stuck between your teeth. A small grin settled on your face as his severe tone worked so good on you. A little more eager you moved your ass on him, letting his cock brush between your ass cheeks.
His grasp not loosening itself he kissed your temple before pulling away. His fingers drew to your folds, brushing them as he made you clench over nothing. Your head fell forward, your forehead hitting the cold wall as you pushed your ass up to his body.
"Yeah, show me your pretty ass like that." He groaned enjoying the view you were offering him. Teasingly he rubbed his tip on your clit before thrusting into you. You both moaned at the feeling of his cock filling you up, making your head spin. Jolly didn't move for a while, enjoying how hard you were contracting your walls around him to get him thrust around. The so little pleasure you were getting from this was already overwhelming. Your mind was foggy, these sensations being the only thing you could think about, almost drooling for the pleasure.
"Please move." You sighed, leaning on even more on the wall so you could wriggle your hips against his crotch, desperately working by yourself.
"Should I?" One of his hands fell on your ass, smacking it softly on the way. Timidly he moved inside of you, enough to make you want more but not enough to unravel your hunger. The only thing you did was whimper, your pussy clenching over him again and again until he finally decided that the play was over, pushing his hips firmly against yours.
Still weak on your knees you rested on your forearms, trying to stand up a little to encounter Jolly's hips halfway, enhancing your sensations and the way he was hitting deeper inside of you each time.
Jolly tried his best to support you while he fucked you like a starved man. The pouring water was still so hot, your skin slipping through his fingers. Jolly's hair was dripping all over his face, some cold drops hitting your back when he was leaning on you. The more he was approaching his climax the more he attached himself to you. Straightening your body with one hand he held you against his chest, his fingers caressing your lower belly, trying to feel himself inside of you. His lips found the crook of your neck again, travelling between your nape and your shoulder restlessly.
You threw one of your arms back, trying to reach for his head, to hold something to keep you from going insane. All he was doing was grunting in your ear as he overstimulated you. His fingers now lowering until they found your clit, rubbing circles in rhythm with his motions.
"More. Please more." You wished to say something else but that was the only thing you could think about, repeating it like a mantra in case Jolly decided to be an asshole and tease you through the night. But he didn't, he only fucked you harder and harder like a beast, satisfied with your words, satisfied that he got you dumb and begging for more already.
For an instant, he pushed you down only to make you face him again before he trusted back into you. Kissing you, his cock pumped in and out of you at the same pace as before but this time he fully carried you against the wall, letting you completely lean on him as your body was getting so weak already. His head at your chest height he lost him, moaning against your collarbone while pushing his forehead on it.
Maybe it was his lips on your skin, the way his dick was pounding into you or his fingers on your clit, you couldn't recall what made you lose it but your second climax hit sooner than you expected it to, blowing your mind as your body gave up on you, convulsing between his arms. He continued to fuck you through it, only pulling out when he felt like he was about to come, finishing against the small of your back in a last grunt.
This time you were completely worn out, only breathing as you let your body limp on his. After some time passed Jolly got you both cleaned, rolling you in a cozy robe before he went to look for some clothes. Lending you one of his shirts and a pair of sweatpants he dressed you up in silence, letting you mutter yourself in it.
Once you got out of the bathroom you jumped into his arms again, giving him a hug as you rubbed your face in his chest. His hands immediately found your hair out of habit and he cuddled you a bit more.
"How are you feeling?" He asked softly, not to scare you up as he was afraid you would start to perish again. But you were so gone that you didn't even think about it, all you could feel was his scent and your sore muscles relaxing you completely. All you wanted to do was snuggle yourself into the covers of your bed, Jolly's body hugging you tightly.
"Away." You responded and he nodded, kissing the top of your head.
Jolly had special methods to take care of you and your worries but it worked quite efficiently, wasn't that all that mattered?
At the end of the evening, when you nestled yourself in his body, surrounded by all the covers of your bed, he gently stroked your hair praising you as you succumbed to sleep.
"You're doing your best in the world, don't ever let anyone take you down." You only hummed at him, not even listening to what he was saying. His deep voice was enough to lull you as you gave up to Morpheus.
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thedivineart · 1 year
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PICK A CARD: WHAT CAREER IS THE BEST FOR YOU [ career series reading #01 ]
notify: please do remember this is a general reading- take what is resonate and leave what is doesn't, to choose a pile, kindly close your eyes and take a deep breath and choose the one that your soul find it alluring, images that used are my screenshot from the "Bejeweled" music video of Taylor Swift.
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❝ ⁱ ᶜᵃⁿ ˢᵗⁱˡˡ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʰᵒˡᵉ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ˢʰⁱᵐᵐᵉʳ ❞ 
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PILE ONE PILE TWO PILE THREE
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masterlist • pick a card • paid services form
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PILE ONE
You're the type of person who is intellegent and have alot of creative ideas or plans, you are naturally a innovative person who is clever and do their best in any thing or in a situation, you use the power of your mind or intellegent to achieve what you want and need in life. you use your possible reasoning to solve conflicts or confront issues that may occur in the present and for future, you might be good at communication and as well in argumentative situation or in a simply dicussion since you are someone who uses smart word and know what your going to say so you rarely to lose in argument though you can be appear as competitive individual. Also you judge very wisely and uses mind often rather than heart, you want to pursue a career that related to law, science or a writer or journalist for a living. you are also someone who doesn't afraid to show how much they enjoy life, you like to try things, you have full faith. like i said above that you uses mind than heart, there's some people who choose this pile uses their heart rather than their mind, like listening in their heart and follow their bliss. I think some people here are too young maybe a teenager or in early 20's that don't still have job or expeirence or still studying.
CAREER THAT SUITED FOR YOU:
mostly: attorney or lawyer, writer, journalist, professional astrologer, doctor, educator, something related to travel, related to justice
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PILE TWO
I think some people who pick this pile is already working, if you have been working for so long then all your efforts will going to recognize sooner and possibly have awards/recognition or even promition. you are someone who is a skilled worker however you may work with 3 or more people in future and i see that in that group may be you are the leader or the boss. you are someone who have strong ambition in life and not in rush to get in finish line. If you are someone who will go on college, don't attend in long distance learning or home learning since education in school can improve your surroundings like having more self-esteem. However don't study the course you are not interested with just for the sake of others, may be your parents wants you to be come a doctor you will get that, no, doesn't mean they are in the field of medical, or accountancy or, farming etc. does it mean you will follow them and will be suited for you, follow what is your most interested or desire job but if you really want what others want for you then proceed to it. I'm seeing 22 yrs and below but can be older as well, you are someone who can be talkative and bright person. when you finish or not you have scholarships that's why your educated person, you could be someone who is quick in thinking or having new ideas in few minutes but i'm also feel that your always nervous at the times like performing or presenting in front of other people.(you could be a libra sun or rising). you also someone hated sports and some here your parents forced you to be in sport when you are young. yuh, mostly who choose this pile are just teenager who always on their phones or gadgets and still student. you could also love anime/hello kitty and went obsess/crazy for it over a month. you could be also artistic and intuitive, (astrologer or intuitive tarot reader), you are someone who is sensitive and cry easily and may have alot of crushes.
CAREER THAT SUITED FOR YOU:
mostly: architect, engineer, web desinger, blogger/journalist, management and finance, artist, fashion designer, loan officer, agent, flight attendant/pilot, something related to travel(air), computer programmer, poet
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PILE THREE
you are someone who seeks for prosperity and joy from material world or away from material world, it seems you just recently abandon or will abandon something in your life, and your reason is because "there is something better out there" and you want to get it. you changed your priorities and many people said it to you, you grown up and become mature to the point that your family and/or friends hardly to recognise you anymore. you may also became an introverted individual(not all) and can be very private person, and will only do what is right for you rather than what is right for the others, you may also insecure about your own abilities or may feel alone if working or your lacking in communication and you may have anger issues. a very conservative person and not following trends like tiktok?fashion trends?idk, and you like to buy things/goods that is good quality but the prize doesn't matter as long you can use it for a very long time. people see you as quiet and reserved but doesn't mean aloof. Ohh, you are someone who is kind, helpful and also trustworthy, you may also appear someone who is rich or people think you are like that and you have bigger plans for your own future. I'm also sensing you don't want to work with other and want to be a boss and prefer to work for yourself, you also believe that before achieving success you need to start in small things to be bigger, mostly who pick this pile would likely to be a bussiness person in the future.
CAREER THAT SUITED FOR YOU:
mostly: bussiness person, professor, real state agent, military(not officer), related to nature, something related to travel, writer, architect, loan officer or mortgage broker
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33. "Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter."
I went a touch angsty with this one again, but nothing too heavy.
As it stands, this is the last prompt I have to do from the list, so I can't promise there'll be anymore daily updates. There's one more in my inbox, but I can't really think of anything to do with it.
So if you want to send a prompt from the list, now's your chance 🥰
If this is my last one, I want to send a massive thank you to everyone who's sent me a prompt over the last two weeks, and to everyone who has commented, reblogged, and liked.
33. “Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night.  Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”
Prompt taken from here
Read on AO3
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“Look me in the eyes and tell me what time you went to bed last night. Or if you went to bed, for that matter.”
Beca breathed out through her nose and crossed her arms across her chest. She didn't answer Chloe, and her eyes remained fixed on the ground.
Her silence was the only answer Chloe needed.
“Okay, how about the last time you ate a decent meal? Or drank something other than coffee?”
Beca finally looked up, and Chloe could tell she was biting the inside of her mouth. “I have to go to work,” she said. 
She tried to turn and walk away, but Chloe took hold of her arm. “Beca, I’m not done talking about this.”
“I don’t have time for this right now,” Beca said. “I’m late.”
“You never have time,” Chloe said, following Beca down the hall. “Beca, I can’t keep doing this.”
It felt like something sharp stabbed Beca in her stomach at the sound of those words. It travelled up to her chest, took hold of her heart and squeezed.
When she looked at Chloe she could see tears in her eyes. Not for the first time, she wondered how they got here. How she let it get this bad. 
Beca opened her mouth to say something but the anxiety crawling up from her chest had now robbed her of words. 
When Chloe realised she wasn’t going to get an answer, she spoke again. 
“I need you to take this seriously, Beca. I need you to take me seriously. If you aren’t home by six tonight, ready to talk to me then…” Chloe swallowed, and it took everything she had not to cry. “Then I’ll be at Aubrey’s, and I’ll arrange for someone to come and get the rest of my stuff.”
Beca felt like her whole world was ending as Chloe turned and walked away, but she still couldn’t seem to say anything. 
She knew she needed to go to her. She needed to beg for forgiveness and promise to do better. She needed to do something because she was about to lose the best thing that ever happened to her. 
But she couldn’t. She couldn’t speak. She couldn’t do anything except what she’s best at, and that’s running away. 
She pulled her jacket off the hook by the door, and she went to work. 
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“It’s all hands on deck for the rest of the week,” Beca’s boss said during their morning team meeting. “I suggest you cancel any plans you have tonight, we need everyone here. If you have to eat, do it quickly and do it at your desk. It’s crunch time, and if you still want a job when this is over, I need you to pull your weight! Let’s get to work, people!” He clapped his hands to signal that the meeting is over, and the team started filing out of the room. 
Beca hung back, waiting for the last person to leave the room. 
“Mitchell, is there a reason you aren’t scurrying back to your computer right now? I need those tracks by, like, yesterday.”
“I, um, I need a favour,” Beca said.
He looked down at his watch. “You’ve got thirty seconds, I need to be on the phone with Tokyo in two minutes.”
“I need to leave early tonight, I-”
“No,” he said. “Anything else?”
“Seriously?” Beca asked.
“What part of all hands didn’t you understand?”
“Look, I haven’t had a day off in weeks. Chloe and I are having problems, and I need-”
“Who?”
“My fiancé,” Beca said, trying not to sound angry. 
He let out a snort of laughter and started walking out of the conference room. “Do yourself a favour, and cancel that wedding.”
“If I’m not home tonight then she’s going to do that all by herself,” Beca said, chasing after him. 
“Good,” he said. “Less distractions, more work, and before you know it you’ll be the one with the album on the shelves.”
Beca stopped walking and he turned when he realised she wasn’t tailing him anymore. 
“You knew the gig when you signed up for it, Mitchell,” he said. “You wanna live your dream, this is the cost. And Chloe either gets it or she doesn’t, and it sounds to me like she doesn’t. Now, are you in or are you out?”
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Back in their apartment, Chloe was trying to stop crying for long enough to be able to pack her bag. 
She couldn’t believe it had come to this. She couldn’t believe she was even considering it. 
Beca was the love of her life, she loved her more than she’d ever thought possible, but she meant what she said when she said she couldn’t do this anymore. 
She couldn’t carry on watching the woman she loved slowly kill herself for a career that wouldn’t even notice she was gone. 
Leaving Beca was the last thing she ever thought she’d do - the last thing she ever wanted to do - but she was just so tired. Tired of the empty promises, of dinners that were thrown away uneaten, of waking up alone in the middle of the night.
She was just plain tired. 
She sat down on the bed, her bag still empty, clothes sitting in a neat pile beside it. She couldn’t bring herself to do it. Not yet. 
She checked her phone.
Beca still had seven hours to prove her wrong. To come home and fight for her. 
She curled up on the bed, her back to Beca’s side, and she carried on crying until she fell asleep.
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She didn’t feel like she’d been asleep long when she was woken up by the feeling of the bed dipping behind her. 
She heard the rustling of sheets and then felt a hand settle on her hip.
The person behind her pressed a kiss on her shoulder before their forehead came to rest against it. She heard them take a shuddering breath and hold it before letting out a shaky exhale. 
Chloe was too afraid to turn around because she didn’t want this to be a dream. 
“What time is it?” She asked, eventually. 
“Almost midday,” Beca replied, her voice rough and heavy. 
Chloe swallowed, but she didn’t turn. 
“You left work early,” she said. 
She heard Beca take another deep shaky breath. “I quit.”
Chloe sat up quickly and looked down at Beca. “You what?”
“I quit,” Beca repeated. 
“Bec, this was your dream job. I never meant for you to give it up, I just wanted you home more. I wanted you to take care of yourself,” Chloe said, guilt pooling in her stomach. 
“And they weren’t willing to let me do that,” Beca said, sitting up too. “If my dream job comes at the cost of everything else in my life, including you and my health, then it isn’t a dream worth chasing.” Beca shook her head. “He would have let me work myself to the bone, and then replaced me in a flash as soon as I burned out.” 
“Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to resent me down the line because you think I forced an ultimatum on you.”
“I’d never resent you,” Beca said. “I’m so sorry for these past few months. I’m so sorry I drove you to this point. I… I love you. I love you so much.”
Tears were filling her eyes again, and Chloe couldn’t stop herself from pulling Beca into her arms. 
“Please don’t leave,” Beca said, sobbing into Chloe’s chest as she clung to her with everything she had.
“I’m not leaving,” Chloe said, without any trace of doubt in her mind that she was making the right decision.  
“I’ll do better,” Beca said. “I promise. And I’ll get another job as soon as I can.”
Chloe ended their hug and cupped Beca’s face in her hands. Her thumbs swept away the tears on her cheeks. 
“We have enough saved up that you can afford to take time off. What I need is for you to take care of yourself,” Chloe said. “That means sleeping properly, eating properly, and drinking water. And I need you to be open with me when you’re struggling. Because I can’t help you when you shut me out.”
“I know,” Beca said. “I promise.”
Chloe looked into her eyes and she knew that she meant it. She pulled Beca back into her arms again. 
“I‘ll let Aubrey know I’m not coming,” she said, feeling Beca deflate with relief in her arms. 
“I can’t believe I almost lost you,” Beca said. “I’m never letting that happen again.”
They stayed in each other’s arms for a while, until they eventually lay down together. 
“I’m guessing you didn’t have lunch today?” Chloe asked, her eyes threatening to close now that the tension had gone from her whole body. 
“Too busy quitting,” Beca mumbled. “Nap first,” she said, stifling a yawn. “Food second.”
“I can live with that.”
They weren’t out of the woods yet.
There was still a lot to talk about. A lot to work through.
But Beca was home. She was sleeping wrapped up in Chloe’s arms and, for now, that was enough for both of them.
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Delicate Chapter 11: June/July 2022
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A/N: Hello! Thanks for the patience in me getting this chapter out. I had written a few paragraphs and then last week I was summoned for Jury Duty and with my lovely luck that I have, I was picked. It was awful and a mess and it made me a mess. Life was not happy for a few days but, I AM BACK ON MY BULLSHIT. Bullshit=Chapters being too long. Anyways, Enjoy.
Word Count: 5909.
Chapter 1
Previous Chapter
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There's nothing like fleeing a city and then driving all the way back across the country with your heart shattered and feeling like your life had been demolished. You had spent so much time making sure that you still had a life outside of Jenna that even when you took her out of the equation it just confirmed how much you hated being alone. You had your moments of being single but really you thrived when you were with someone else. It made you the happiest when you had someone to share your day to day life with.
It took you the whole 5 days to get back to your apartment. You had to stop every now and then to scream in a empty field, sob on the side of the highway, stop at a Ma and Pa restaurant , check out of 3 different hotels in the middle of no where because legit you thought you were gonna get chased with an axe, take a detour to eat some good ol' Kansas City BBQ, go back through Lawrence and remember the few months you spent there and then after all that traveling you ended up back at your apartment where you didn't even want to be at to begin with because Jenna was all around you.
No matter where you look it just all reminded you of Jenna, so you walked in and then walked right back out. It was too much and you couldn't heal in the same environment that broke you. You chose instead to check into a hotel and only then did you turn your phone back on after charging it.
Too many missed calls and texts. You tried to sort through them and responded to everyone except Jenna. You wanted a plan set up before you could even attempt to go through her messages. When you called your boss and asked if they had any job openings somewhere with a beach and warm weather you jumped on the opportunity to go to Hawaii. 9 weeks in HA-WA-II? Who wouldn't go? Seemed as good as place as ever to heal or lose it.
There was the problem with your apartment and while you didn't mind having a stranger live there your goal was to avoid your apartment. If you had another nurse come and stay you'd have to go back and pack up all your personal items and still you weren't ready to do that or go back. You called Mia and once you got over crying the second you heard her say 'hello' you asked her if she wouldn't mind staying in your apartment fo-r a couple months.
She lectured you about running but you told her you weren't running from anything - you were going away to try and repair who you were. You wanted time alone to just be able to breathe and not worry about anything but work and then maybe some daquiri's on a beach. Mia said she'd stay in your apartment and that took a lot of stress of your shoulders. You wouldn't tell her where you were going because while you loved Mia, she had a big mouth sometimes. She would cave the second Jenna asked her if she knew where you were, so you kept that to yourself.
The next person you called was Jenna's mom. After apologizing for the mess you felt like you left behind, you ended up staying on the phone with her for over a hour. She was the only person you told where you were going. You tried very hard not to cry but you really felt like you were losing a surrogate mother. There was not a chance you'd be back to their house for any holidays this year and even thinking about spending the holidays alone was about to send you right over the edge. It took her mom at least 10 minutes to calm you down but then she made you laugh by saying that you should never say never and that maybe you and Jenna would back together by Thanksgiving. Deep down in your heart you knew that wasn't true.
Finally you looked at Jenna's texts. She had texted you again and when she saw that her messages were no longer green (IPhone stalker), she called you. You had to block her number in order to get some peace. She needed to let you go and concentrate on herself. As much as you wanted to run to her it was better this way. Rip off the band aid. Pour alcohol on that wound. Shut the door. There would be no going back and forth.
Her texts made you collapse to the floor.
J-MO: Please come back.
I need you to come back.
This isn't fair, you didn't even let me speak or try and change your mind.
What changed?
I know you don't want to do this, why are you doing this?
Y/N, At least let me know where you're going?
I love you and if you need me to scream it from the roof I will.
Is this another one of our fights? If it is you win, you win every time from here on out. Please please please.
I know you better than you know yourself, I know you really really don't want to do this. I need you.
“so I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache.” -Pablo Neruda
Can we still be friends? I can't just go from being attached to just cut off, that's cruel.
Since you didn't have twitter, facebook, instagram or any other social media there wasn't a place she could reach you. Except email. With email you were able to set up an inbox folder for any emails from specific email addresses to go to and then you hid that folder.  Tik-tok was another place but you had deleted the app from your phone the first night you were alone. Your FOR YOU PAGE was a little too on point by showing you some Jenna Ortega videos. It just made you break down all over again. Every little thing on the drive back home made you break down and reminded you of her.
After confirming your flight info and hotel info for the 9 weeks you were going, you left the following day with nothing but your purse and your cell phone. Part of you did feel extremely guilty for cutting Jenna off the way you did but on the flip side you knew with 100% certainty if you spoke or saw her you’d just go right back.
You and Jenna could never just be friends. There was no way. You’d always toe the line between friendship and being in love with her. There would never be a day you’d see her and not be able to keep how you really felt from being seen all over your face. She had you wrapped around her fingers and you had to cut that off so you could unravel.
From the first moment you stepped off that plane in Hawaii you had hardened your heart. Shut it down. Froze it up. Brick by brick you closed any emotion that had to do with the word love. You weren’t going to go to Hawaii and wear your mangled heart on your sleeve. You were going to act newly single and 21. Working you’d still be the professional but off the clock you got a bit…wild.
It was 9 weeks of truly not giving a fuck. Hiking and camping with complete strangers you met in the lobby of your hotel? DONE. Parachute out of a plane? DONE. Learn how to surf? DONE - Ya kinda sucked at it. Learn how to belly dance? DONE -Even if you couldn’t stop giggling when the instructor put her hands on your hips. Go to a luau and dance on the beach? DONE.
Body shots with one quick playful bite on a sexy short brunette whose brown eyes made you want to DIE? DONE. Going home with said brunette? DON-Couldn’t do it. You tried though. If you had a bingo card of other hair colors you’d be able to yell out BINGO after a month. Brunettes you avoided like the plague. One night you even flirted with the staple California boy but took his girlfriend back to your hotel room. Oops.
It was freeing. It was entertaining. It was amusing to you how quick you could turn off that bright sunny good girl side Jenna fell in love with. It was addicting pretending to be someone else when you weren’t working. Fuck it. Two words for 9 weeks, fuck it. Let it burn. The anger you refused to feel for months came to the surface without an ounce of guilt.
The adultier side of you that screamed that you were going to end up paying for ignoring everything came out when you were alone at night so, you were barely alone. You were SO TIRED of doing the right thing or living up to your own expectations that you gave yourself pass after pass with each somewhat dangerous thing you did.
That wasn’t to say you completely whored yourself out. It wasn’t all one night stands. A lot of the times it was just making out on the dance floor with your hands roaming over bodies that were unfamiliar to you. You were trying so fucking hard to get the memory of the way Jenna’s body felt out of your head. Even with your eyes closed you’d remember the dip of her hips, the way her waist fit perfectly in your hands and the sensitive spot by her knee that when your lips brushed against it would make her shudder.
You were trying so fucking hard to get the memory of Jenna’s lips and hands feeling your own skin out of your head as well. Each new hands, fingertips and lips that touched your body you pretended they were removing any lingering traces that Jenna left behind. You were a willing participate in whatever game that was being played and your favorite one was to try and forget everything that was waiting at home.
You tried to fool yourself but It didn’t work. No matter how many drinks you had or how good you were feeling - she was everywhere and in everything. Every fiber of your being felt imprinted to hers so much so that at the end of each and every day before sleep no matter how out of it you were, you'd pretend you were back safe warm in your bed with her laying behind you. Working and that small moment right before you'd fall asleep were the only times you let yourself feel peace.
It was a few days before the end of July that you had to go back home. Filming for the movie was completed and your contract was expiring. Living in Hawaii was expensive if you had to go get your own hotel room so you really had no choice. You did debate for a couple of days about finding some random person to shack up with but decided to make the first smartest decision of the summer and chose not to. You donated everything you bought, only packing things that fit into one suitcase. Even if you were pretending to be a hot insensitive bitch you still bought souvenirs to bring back home. You owed Mia at - least - a real Hawaiian lei. You actually had grabbed about 20 of them to give to Mia to give to the family.
It was really weird being back in LA after being away for 2 months. It didn't look any different but it felt different to you. Being in Hawaii had flown by and now it felt like you were walking in a daze. As soon as you stepped off the plane you texted Mia to let her know you were back in town and would be home in a hour or so. She texted you back within a few minutes asking what you'd like for lunch. Seemed very casual which was suspicious. You hoped it didn't mean she was about to kick your ass when you walked through the door and then spoon feed you some soup or something.
You called an uber after getting your bags and settled in the back seat trying to get that dazed and confused feeling to go away. LA, home. The sun was shining! The birds were chirping! The trees were waving in the hot breeze! Woot woot. You put your sunglasses on and started singing and dancing with your driver, chatting up about your summer so far and Hawaii. You almost died when she asked if you went to Hawaii to model and smashed that idea so fast she thought maybe she had broken you because of how many NO NO NO'S you said.
After stopping by Starbucks to get a peppermint mocha you were jamming out in the backseat almost to your apartment when it hit you. A colossal size billboard hit you, smacked you right in the face and within half a second all the air left your body along with the upbeat dance moves and any feelings of joy. There she was. Jenna with thing on her shoulder right next to the highway on a billboard. Two words: Coming soon.
Of course they'd be promoting it within half a year of releasing it. You already heard they released a 24 second teaser last month but you avoided hearing or seeing it. The only time you had seen Jenna was in your mind and briefly whenever you'd try and push her out of it. Your eyes were glued to that Wednesday Addams look on her face for the 10 seconds it took to drive by it. Damn it.
Whoosh, the tears sprung to your eyes and you felt sick. Life continued while you were in Hawaii but that didn't mean you were anywhere near prepared to see or hear anything to do with Wednesday or Jenna. You took a deep breath to woosa your own thoughts and then chugged  your coffee. You weren't about to break down in a strangers car. Thank God you were almost home and now knew you had to take the back roads to go anywhere.
Like with anything the past 2 months you were able to push away all the panicky thoughts that were flying around. Shut it down. You were happy and healed and B L E S S E D! How about a round of applause for your generic peppy happy act?! You shot off a text to Mia when you pulled up out front of your apartment and got out of the uber with your suitcase, waving to the driver. By the time you turned around you were prepared for Mia to come flying over to tackle you but you dropped your bag and partially caught her.
"HIIIIIIIII!" She yelled and then pulled back, gripping you by the shoulders to take a look at you. "You look taller! And tan, holy shit did you not wear sunscreen?" She pulls your sunglasses off of your face and looks into your eyes. "Red. Your eyes are red. You saw that billboard didn't you?"
Grr. You could only nod as now the tears were back and your throat started to hurt. You cleared your throat and forced a smile. "I did. She looks great! She's gonna blow everyone away I swear. I'm so excited for her." None of that was a lie but it did come out a bit...strangled. You grab your suitcase and start to follow her up the stairs only hearing bits and pieces of what she was saying since you were too busy trying to shut down your internal ex-girlfriend monologue.
Mia opened the door to your apartment and let you go through ahead of her shutting the door behind you and locking it going quiet. You set down your suitcase wondering why she stopped talking and that's when you noticed in the corner of your living room the big 'INTERVENTION' sign hung up. You snorted and started laughing turning to look back at Mia. Your laugh was abruptly cut off by the expression on her face.
“I JUST got home, what could you be intervening with me for?”
“Sit down.” The male voice made you jump and you flipped around seeing Damon and Aliyah standing there.
“Hi!!! What the hell is going on here? Damon you told me you were in Florida!” Seriously? Seriously! You huffed and went and took a seat crossing your arms. “Is it the Starbucks?”
“I lied and no, it’s not the Starbucks.”
All 3 of them pulled out envelopes which made you start laughing again. You couldn’t help it! This was hilarious. Scenes from How I met your Mother were running through your mind. The interventions for Barney’s magic, Lily using a fake accent, Marshall and his big hat, Robin and her fake spray tanning and Ted for multiple things but mostly for purposely mispronouncing Encyclopedia.
“Fine.” You give in, mostly because none of them were cracking a smile. “Let’s hear it. Whose first?”
“Me.” Damon clears his throat dramatically which makes you grin and lean forward. “Dear y/n, I was roped into this and really don't want to do this..Ow!" He rubs his side after Mia elbows him and shoots her a glare. "Rude. I have the floor Cabbage Patch Doll, chill. Where was I? Oh yeah...I really don't want to do this but here we go." He takes a deep breath and starts to make a show of it. "When you went to Hawaii, Yes, I knew you were in Hawaii, WHEN you went to Hawaii I asked one of my good friends to keep an eye on you."
Oh no. Oh fuck. You were screwed. Lots of times but albeit. He was spying on you?
"It's a little early for that oh shit look y/n, can you not look at me like that? Anyways...I figured you'd get a library card and maybe check out some hot smut books you know with the extremely built half naked man on the front of it holding the girl who is wearing lingerie running through the forest with heels on but then I remembered that doesn't get your motor running, Maybe they had ones with two hot chicks on the front of it? I have titles if you need them because I was told you didn't have time to read with all the, Ahem, running around you did."
Dying, you were dead only to be brought back again and die all over again. Your face turned bright red and you groaned, covering your face with your hands. If he knew that, it obviously meant that Mia and Aliyah knew which meant, oh no! Did that mean Jenna knew too? If you were off having fun that meant Jenna could have her own version of fun but why did the thought of her being with someone else make you want to throw things.
"Ah ah ah, hands down." Damon waited until you dropped your hands and glared at him. "Oh, spicy. Continuing here or we'll be here all  night. So...Running around you did. Sure you were great at work and I don't blame you fo--If you don't stop elbowing me I will not finish reading." He switched sides with Aliyah and flipped to the next page. "I don't blame you for losing it for a little bit but we all know that's not who you are. I am here to tell you that while I was looking forward to being your wingma--Aliyah! Jesus, these women." Aliyah had been the one to elbow him now and he moved a few more feet away from them.
"WHILE I was looking forward to being your wingman I have now heard and seen things that have changed my mind. You had your fun and now it's time to be home and time to face the cards you've been handed. No matter how many times you shuffle them they'll still be the same. Don't come home for two days to run off again because I feel like that's your plan. Time to grow up Kid. Face the music. I think once you hear about what Jenna's been up to you will. This is me intervening on you being one crazy fun bitch.  Also, what is a 4 letter word for you don't care?" He looks over the letter at you curiously. "It's something you said to someone off the clock that my friend heard you say. He said you were very icy that day. I can't picture it but you do you boo. Oh, I'm done."
"Do I get to talk?" Inquiring minds wanted to know, okay just your mind.
"No." It was like a chorus with all three of them saying that one word.
"I'll go next! I didn’t write a letter I just wrote down points I’d like to make." Aliyah opened up her envelope while you sigh and grab one of the pillows off of your couch to hide behind. "Dear Y/N, I miss you." Tears. Ridiculous how fast you went from being defensive to remorse. Blinking back the tears you hug the pillow and bite into your bottom lip to keep from telling her the same.
"When you and Jenna broke up I feel like it came out of no where. I didn't know what happened in Romania and even with Mia telling me I still don't understand why you both did what you did. What I also don't understand is why you ran and turned off your phone. I know my sister fell apart without you even if she does put on a good show. I don't get why you cut her completely off it just seems extremely cruel to do that. I think you're afraid of her and you'd rather hide than talk to her or be her friend which is a mistake.”
Nailed it but that was obvious. When your parents pissed you off, more like battered your heart, you cut them completely off and never dealt with it. You wouldn’t either. Oh there you go again refusing to think about Jenna and instead comparing what Aliyah said to your parents. Those blocks were GREAT!
“My intervention for you is to tell you to stop being a chicken and face what I know you haven’t faced which is this temporary break up.”
You arch your brow at the words temporary break up. It wasn’t temporary-You walked away so Jenna wouldn’t stress over keeping you hidden when inevitably every aspect of her life was about to become public knowledge. It was better for her. You open your mouth to say that but are cut off by all 3 of them in sync shaking their heads at you. Creepy.
“My turn.” Mia opened up her letter and you sigh sitting back in the chair trying to block whatever she was going to say. Baby 1+1 ain’t 2 when you’re with me. C ain’t after A and B when you’re with me. It don’t make sense right now but it will, later on when ya see how I make you feel.
“Are you done?” Your jolted from singing the rest of the song in your head, not realizing you were actually humming it. You nod trying to ignore Damon’s smirk. Mia and Aliyah probably didn’t know that old song, you hoped. The only reason you know it is from your Nanny driving you around and listening to that song when you were 7. Such a naughty dirty song but good god if it didn’t get stuck in your head this summer. Now you were flushing.
“Dear Y/N…I think you need to know what happened with Jenna after you left.” Oh no. No no. And if strength is born from heartbreak then mountains I could move and if walls could speak I'd pray that they would tell me what to do. If you see me please just walk on by, walk on by. Forget my name and I'll forget it too. You shake your head trying to concentrate on what Mia was saying but you were growing frustrated. Both with your attention span and with this intervention.
“—Canceled an appearance in a magazine and instead checked herself into an outpatient program that deals with anxiety and depression.”
“Wait what? Repeat the beginning?” What? Shooketh. Thou was shooketh.
"I said, After you left her at the hotel she thought you'd be back or at least text and call her within a week. I beat her to the punch after you left town and let her know you were gone. She didn't believe me and showed up the following day looking for you. I watched her call around for 2 hours trying to figure out where you had gone to and when she didn't get any answers--" Good. Oh the salt. "She sat right where you're sitting and lost it."
Your eyes widen and you get up from the spot moving to the other side of the couch.
"She sat there too. She was all over the place." Mia eyes were now on yours, daring you to feel something-anything- other than the nonchalance you were showing. You rebuffed her and instead hugged the pillow again. Did you care Jenna lost it? Of course you did but you had lost it for months.
"She flew back and finished filming Finestkind but it was a major struggle for her..."
"Major Struggle." You salute them and then cringe at your own habits. Corporal. Major. Private. Whatever was said after that it was a habit to salute. Another How I met your mother thing.  You really didn't meant to interrupt. "Sorry. I..." Mia did look like she wanted to choke you or put tape over your mouth.
"After Finestkind she canceled an appearance in a magazine and instead checked herself into a few weeks long outpatient program in LA that deals with anxiety and depression. She almost pulled out of Scream but since the contract was signed she went to film it. She continued therapy with Zoom meetings every other night before bed. She saw a psychiatrist who gave her some medicines to help whatever mood she might run into. Damon told us and Jenna what had made you break up with her. That scene in the car? Jenna was horrified but she wants to make it up to you. After 9 weeks of working over things I think you’d be pleased to see how well she’s done. She’s still filming until the end of August so I feel like now is the perfect time for you to talk to her again. She wants you to see the progress she’s made by at least starting a text conversation with her. She also wrote you letters..”
Mia picked up a box off of the floor and set it next to you. She then opened it and pulled out what seemed to be 25 or so letters, holding them out to you. You take them and instead of looking at any of them your attention is on Jenna's handwriting on the front of the letter, your name your address, J-MO and her PO BOX address alongside a stamp that showed the letter had been sent through the mail. You fan a few of them out before closing them and stacking them as Mia finishes up her tangent.
“My intervention is that I know miss her. Maybe not during the summer you were being a hot girl, but now that you’re home and have time to settle, I want you to read these letters and unblock Jenna and send her a text. Just reach out to her. Heal together. I’ve never seen my sister want something so bad and what she wants is you. I know you still want her too.”
It grows quiet when she finishes, the sound of your own breathing and the letters being placed back in the box. You shut it firmly and then set it aside looking at the 3 of them. Damon looked like he needed a drink, Aliyah looked like she needed some coffee and Mia - Mia actually looked a mixture of pissed off but somber.
"Y'all are serious? Damon, you're the one who told me it wasn't going to work why are you now a part of this intervention? Aliyah, I am afraid of a lot of things and while breaking up with Jenna was one of them the relief I felt after is indescribable. This sounds like the token break up phrase but I did it for her, not me. Mia..." You words disappeared into thin air because you had none. There wasn't a rebuttal for what she said so you only nod before picking up the box of letters and placing them in your lap.
"Correction, I am a part of this intervention because I agree you running off to Timbuktu and partying like a sorority sister and not being your normal self isn't...right?" Damon moved to sit down in a chair next to the couch. "Jenna has called me every Friday asking if you've been in contact and every time I tell her no I hear the same deep sigh and it makes me think maybe I'm just a tiny bit jaded." He held his thumb and pointer finger together like he was holding a grain of salt.
"No...See this - We are young. I'm 21, Jenna is 19. She doesn't need this right now. She's about to get even more popular than what she is now and if she wasn't ready a measly 10 weeks ago - I - No. I am glad she's working out her anxiety and depression but it shouldn't hang on the balance of me being there or not and this makes it sound like it does and I don't like that. We've never been like that before, it just makes us sound toxic so no, I don't like this intervention." You were gripping the box tightly trying to remain calm when you really wanted to run.
"None of us are saying get back together with her. All we are saying is you guys need to talk. That's it, no pressure. Well, read the letters first and then talk. I don't know what they say." Mia tapped the box and then got up, heading towards your kitchen. "Is anyone hungry? I'm starving."
That was a sign that the conversation was over, at least for now. You just felt indifferent. Detached. Eventually you knew you'd have to deal with the fall out from not dealing with anything but you didn't expect to get body slammed as soon as you walked in your front door. Part of you was dying to open up each and every letter just to have Jenna close to you again but the other part of you didn't want to open that can of worms if you really meant you were letting go.
You were petrified someone put forth effort for you. You didn't expect any of this. You tried and tried until you were done and it took  A LOT to reach the point where you gave up and you gave up with her so what is this? Why is it that some people won't try until they lose what they want? How can they ignore the signs of someone leaving until after they go and then they panic? Jenna panicked, that was clear but she finally did something about it. You weren't there to calm her down and she went and got help, professional help.
Proud. You were very proud of her. It takes a strong person to say they need help and she went and got help. You really thought you'd leave and she'd just carry on doing what she did before. Filming, putting on a show and being someone she wasn't for every single person she met on set. She'd pack up her schedule and not give herself anytime to breathe but to hear she was possibly changing that meant something to you. Was it enough to talk to her again? You weren't sure yet. Maybe these letters would change your mind?
“I’ll be in to eat in a few you guys!” You get up from the couch and head into your bedroom, relieved to see that Mia listened and rearranged it and bought new bedding. Sitting on the bed you open the box of letters and skip to the very last one received and opened it.
Dear Y/N,
I know you won’t see these until you get home and I’m actually counting on that. Unbelievable right? Me waiting on you. I’d wait longer than you realize. I know you’ll be home soon and if you are home I also know you totally skipped to the end of my letters and are reading this one first. Remember during COVID all those romantic comedies you made us watch and the deal was we’d watch them but you couldn’t go WIKI them? I know you wiki’d a few of them. I know you better than I know myself and that is a fact that I’m working on. I’m learning how I take my eggs just for you.❤️😉
I am not going to tell you I’m magically better and expect you to fall back into my arms. We both be fools if that were to happen. You are right I am afraid of being transparent with people other than those I know won’t use you to hurt me. I don’t care who talks about me outside of you, my family and our close friends. I really don’t. The core of my fears is that you’ll listen to what people are saying and you’ll go, but in hiding from having that happen you left anyways. To quote one of your favorite poets: You gave me so much - I didn't know how to hold it. The moment you stopped, I was down on my knees.
I love you and while I can’t predict what will happen in the future to me or to you I am working on not worrying about tomorrow and next year and just look at today. I’d write I’m sorry more but if you look at the letter from 2 weeks ago my hand is still cramping from the pages I wrote I’m sorry. Seems silly after I sent it but you’re a person of action so I’m taking action.
The intervention was my idea. Before you go thinking the worst I have no idea what was said just that I was scared you'd come home and run again and I wish you wouldn't. I hope you found it funny before anything too bad was said. I'll never forget the petty argument we got into on how to pronounce Encyclopedia and to this day I will forever pronounce it the way Ted does just to watch the look on the other persons' face.
These letters were one way of me feeling you near because I know you'd want to either burn them or your curiosity would get the best of you and you'd read them. I'm glad you didn't burn this one.
Love, Jenna
P.S: If you're a bird I'm a bird.
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A/N: Songs stuck in readers head: "Unpredictable." Jamie Foxx. "Drones." Rise Against.
Intervention Scene from HIMYM: Here.
Major Struggle/HIMYM running joke scene: Here.
"If you're a bird I'm a bird." Scene: Here.
Chapter 12: Here.
OH, and y'all with links in your pinned post might want to check them and redo them because NONE of mine are working.
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weebsinstash · 11 months
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Not to be chugging Valentino juice again (😏) but I was thinking of like, sometimes when you're working long hours and sleeping weird, sometimes you can enter a 'zone' where you're basically running on autopilot and youre not tired or even hungry anymore? Sometimes I've been awake over 24 hours depending on... environmental factors
So imagine at one point Reader is like "well, I can already basically smoke weed and fast and somehow stay up for 2 days straight, and if you overdose down here you kind of just spring back up, so what if I just start taking uppers to stay awake so I can work as long as I can so I can move out of this shitty rented room at Val's studio as fast as possible"
It starts off small. You're young and only give yourself maybe 4 hours of sleep before your evening shift and just sleep again when you get off. Maybe you take a two hour nap, wake up, go to work, take another 2 hour nap, go to the secret second job you're not supposed to have. Eventually you're going entire days without sleeping with maybe 2 solid meals a day. Most of the time people see you drinking protein/meal replacement drinks
You're on the clock and removing drinks from your tray for the Overlord and his girls as they all sit around and mingle. your hands are visibly shaking and he grabs you to make you face him and all but laughs in your face. You think someone like him wouldn't know a pill popper when he sees one, with your fucking jitters and pin-prick pupils and the jerky way you won't keep eye contact with him? He'd mock you and act like you're pathetic before getting more mad because you're doing this shit on the clock and this isn't what he's paying you for (like gee when are you going to realize he tips you more when you stroke his ego and suck up to him, maybe he doesn't even care about your other tables)
"Well I barely make any money, how else am I supposed to move out if I don't work more hours?"
Pause. When did you decide you were moving away? He doesn't remember having this conversation with you, giving you permission. What, were you just going to suddenly quit your job without warning too? Yeah you were actually, and tell him pretty nonchalantly, "well, I figured you wouldn't even care. I mean, you count my tips after my shifts. Literally the only one bothering to give me much of anything is... you. Just hire someone else? You're probably actually losing money by having me work here anyw--"
"Oh, so you make decisions for me now, is that it?"
And you don't expect him to be so angry, but he is. In your mind, you had been debating if it was worse to tell him ahead of time, like a two weeks notice or to just disappear, but now you're realizing you were doomed either way. In his eyes he was being nice by giving you a job and a place to live, even if it's a low paying job and your room has hellish rent for what it actually was. And now you're just going to, DISRESPECT HIM like this? Without any warning, without talking to him, without any apology?
He's just growling "You UNGRATEFUL little bitch--" before he's snapping his fingers to have some of his goons pop out of nowhere and grab you. "Take em to my office. I'll deal with this one after all the shows" and you're just locked in his office with nothing but your thoughts to panic and cry and wonder what he wants. And then. He just. Has you fetched and put in the limo like usually you do at the end of every night anyways, at least the nights when your boss was there and drove everyone back to the studio. And you're thinking, what makes this different than every other night? Where is the punishment or whatever? And the time comes where everyone is getting out of the limo at the studio and he just points, "not you. You stay"
All but ready to piss yourself as the driver starts the car again and it's just the two of you and besides him seemingly suspicious preoccupied with texting on his phone, he's glaring at you constantly, obviously upset, but not saying shit. And eventually it becomes increasingly obvious that he's just. Taking you home. You get pulled out of the limo and it's just his straight up fucking house. And this is the point where your, you know, human trafficking boss who regularly dehumanizes and commodifies other people is essentially just very up front, "if you're going to be a brat about living at the studio, fine, there's space for you here" but what, that obviously doesn't make any sense? This is his house? What? You haven't so much as sucked this man's dick and--
Oh. That's what he wants for rent this time around, actually: your body. And since he can't exactly force you to work your shitty waiter job and force you to provide good service with a smile, then really, isn't this a PRIVILEGE for you? To just have to put out and you get a free place to live? People would kill to be in your position. But. It's not just sleeping with just anyone. It's HIM. And you're terrified the second you give him an inch he'll take a mile. Sure, today it's "sleep with me at least once a month for rent" but what's going to keep that from becoming "sleep with me once every other week, sleep with me every week, actually you're not allowed to sleep PERIOD unless you fuck or suck me first, actually you know what since you're so loose now I have some friends--"
And it's just terrifyingly obvious to you that he's been planning this and sees basically nothing wrong with it since, I mean, he's been living like a king down here for decades, doing what he wants, getting what he wants. Sure, he may have some, unhinged obsessions with you, but it's also like you're his cute little toy right? He's allowed to make decisions for you, especially now that he's paying for your lodgings and, hey wait suddenly he's insisting on buying you all new clothes and different washing products and taking you to salons and dermatologists and spas and by the time you know it, you're his little, pet slash partner slash arm candy, being dragged around in your designer matching outfits and maybe just maybe the occasional collar or necklace or ring so that people know you're TAKEN and I swear I am healthy and normal 😩❤️
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Dreams Do Come True
Charles Leclerc x Reader
Maybe Summer Doesn’t Have To End
Summary: One phone call is all it takes for your life to change forever.
Warnings: none I don’t think
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As always reblogs and feedback is highly appreciated ❤️ if you want tagging in future parts let me know ❤️
Nearly two weeks had now passed since you flew home from Monaco, you and Charles kept missing each other's calls so it was always a one sided conversation through voicemails between you. Each day was getting harder, you had at least managed to leave your bed.
The hot water lashing down on your skin as you stood under the shower head letting your mind replay the memories of your time spent in Monaco.
You still hadn’t heard from the Ferrari team regarding your application and you had officially lost hope and the dream was dying.
Leaning your head against the tile wall you let a few stray tears roll down your cheeks as once again your heart called out for Charles, all you wanted was to be wrapped up in his arms forgetting your worries and stresses.
The sound of a fist pounding against the bathroom door pulled you out of your thoughts.
“Re, I’m in the shower, stop trying to break my door down.” you shouted, reaching for the new showergel you brought, it was the same one Charles used so at least you could smell like him.
“This is important, so get your ass out of the shower.” She shouted, pounding her fist against the door some more.
Sighing, you put the bottle down, shutting the water off. The sound of her voice told you that she wasn’t lying. Reaching for the towels you quickly wrapped your hair up in one before wrapping the other around your body. Rena was persistent with her pounding on the bathroom door.
“Jheeze, I’m fucking coming.” you shouted, unlocking the door pulling it open. “Now what was so fucking urgent I had to cut my shower short.”
The grin on her face grew twice as big as she waved your phone in the air.
“You got a call.” she grinned, holding the phone still.
Your heart dropped as you saw ‘WITHHELD’ on the screen, your hand flew over your mouth stopping you saying anything else. You weren't expecting a call from anyone, that's when it hit you. This was the call, the one you had been waiting for.
“Don’t worry, I put them on hold.” your sister smirked, “I had a feeling you would be a potty mouth and didn’t think it was a good look. Now take a deep breath and take the call.”
Swiping the phone from her you retreated back to your bedroom, perching on the edge of your bed as you took the call off hold.
“Hi, Y/N Y/L/N speaking, thank you for holding.” you said, trying to sound as professional as possible, not like someone who was just crying in the shower.
“How are you doing Y/N.” the voice on the other end of the phone answered, it was the same lady that rang you for your phone interview.
“I’m good, thank you.”
“I’m glad to hear,” she said with a cheery tone. “But I think I might make your day just that little bit better.” You could hear the smile in her voice. “We reviewed your application and went back over your phone interview and we are extremely excited to be able to offer you the job as the social media manager here within the scuderia Ferrari F1 Team. We also had a look at your instagram and we are very impressed with your photography.”
“Oh wow.” you breathed taking a second to process what she had said, once your brain had caught up you started speaking again. “Thank you so much, I was starting to lose hope due to my lack of languages.”
“At first we were concerned, but your work speaks for itself and we spoke to your old boss who sung nothing but your praises.” she said softly. “We would be stupid to let someone as talented as you slip through our fingers, and I am sure that once you are around the team you would start to pick up things quickly.”
“Thank you once again,” you breathed, running your hand over your face, you needed to stop your heart from pounding against your chest but the excitement coursing through your body was too much.
“No need to thank us, I will email over all the information that you will need. We would like you to start as soon as possible so you will fly out to Italy tomorrow morning as we think the perfect time to put your skills and magic to the test will be the release of the special livery and race attire for the Monza grand prix.” the lady said.
“That sounds perfect.” you grinned, right now you felt like a child on Christmas morning.
“Enjoy the rest of your day Miss Y/L/N and we will see you in Italy tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
The line went dead and you spent the next few minutes staring at your phone screen. Once you had finally caught up with what had just happened you quickly threw on a pair of leggings and Charles hoodie. The moment you pulled the hoodie over your body Rena quickly barged into your room, causing you to look up at her with tears in your eyes.
“So?” she asked, raising her brows at you.
“I GOT THE FUCKING JOB!” you squealed.
The moment the words left your lips she tackled you in a tight hug. “I told you that you can fucking do it, kiddo.” she said excitedly. “You just needed to have a little faith.”
Once you had come down to earth a little you flopped on your bed, staring at the ceiling as happy tears streamed down your cheeks. Never in a million years you thought this would happen to you but your heart was beating twice as fast when you realised what this meant.
You would be reunited with Charles.
-
You were on cloud nine as you and the girls were strolling around the shopping centre, this was the perfect excuse for a shopping trip and the girls refused to let you pay stating this was their treat and you weren’t allowed to use your savings. You had managed to let them agree to you buying coffee at least.
“Are you going to tell Charles?” Jessie asked as she sat down in the booth with the tray of your drinks.
“I was but then I changed my mind.” you laughed, taking your coffee off the tray, ripping open the sugar packets. “I want to surprise him before the start of practice one.”
“So how will this work?” Holly asked, raising her brow at you.
“I had a quick read of the information pack that I was sent and I won’t be at any of the photoshoots this week but all the images and videos will be sent to me and I will be in charge of scheduling etc but for the first couple of days I will be shadowing someone before I fully taken the reins.” you beamed, fiddling with the sleeves of Charles’ hoodie.
You couldn’t wait to be reunited with Charles, the thought alone was getting you through the day. You had it planned perfectly in your head, you weren't going to tell him you were just going to walk into the garage and let it go from there. You were so ready to stop living your life with him through voicemails.
“And what about you and Charles?” Rena asked, “Do they know that you two have a thing going on?”
“Yeah, when I got the info pack with my contract, flights and schedule I came clean and told them that I had a relationship with Char over the summer and that it would possibly continue.” you nodded, taking a sip of your coffee. “They were happy that I told them and as long as it doesn’t affect our jobs then they are okay with it.”
With each second that passed your smile was getting wider, your heart was beating faster and your excitement was growing.
Once again you found yourself staring at your passed cases that were sitting by the door, you had a rush of deja vu but at least this it wouldn’t leave you heartbroken.
You had checked your bags and documentation a million times wanting to make sure that you hadn’t forgotten anything.
This was finally the new start that you needed.
“You ready?” Rena asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“I think so.” you hummed looking up at her with tears in your eyes for the second time today. “I’m gonna miss you.”
“Hey, we will have no tears.” she whispered, strolling across the room, pulling you into a tight embrace. “You have landed your dream job and in a few days you will be reunited with your dream man. I am the proudest big sister in the world right now.” As she pulled away from the hug you saw her goofy smile causing you to burst out laughing. “Now come on, get that ass moving, you have a flight to catch and you are sure as hell not going to be late.”
As you gathered your bags and cases, you took one final look around your apartment taking it in for one last time. It was going to be a while before you would be back here but you were so ready for the next chapter of your life and ready to start this amazing adventure or travelling the world with Ferrari.
Charles was right you just needed to have faith in yourself because dreams do come true.
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Charles found himself alone again, he knew he was just torturing himself by scrolling through your Instagram. There have been a few new posts today. The one thing that he noticed was how bright your smile was, it was a smile that melted his heart. You were happy and that was all that mattered. The picture was of you, your sister and your friends, his heart was racing at how bright your smile was. Dropping his gaze to the caption he was intrigued.
Last night with the girls before I start my big adventure tomorrow
Raising his brow at the screen he had no idea what your adventure was but he clicked onto your stories to see that you were at the airport, now he wanted to know where you were going. Swiping off Instagram he checked to see if he had any missed calls or voicemails from you.
But he had nothing.
Throwing his phone onto the bed he flopped down staring at the ceiling. His heart was heavy as a few tears rolled down his cheeks, he should have been bouncing of the walls as Monza was the next race, and it was set to be a good one with the celebration of Ferraris the new livery and race suits but he couldn’t find it in his heart to get excited about the race.
His thoughts were disturbed as Pierre walked into the room, completely focused on his phone. His fingers darted across the screen as he smirked to himself.
“Qu'est-ce qui te rend si heureux ? What makes you so happy?” Charles asked, sitting up so he was at the end of the bed.
“Nothing you need to worry about.” Pierre winked, locking his phone before tucking it into his jeans pocket.
“Liar,” Charles half laughed. “You seem to have forgotten that we have been friends for so long that I know when you are lying.”
“Rena, just texted me.” He hummed, he had to think of something that would sound believable and Charles knew that he had a crush on your older sister. But in reality you were texting him, telling him that you were planning on surprising Charles at first practice.
“Oh okay.” Charles sighed, checking his phone once again but there still wasn’t a text from you. “Has Rena said where Y/N is heading, she’s put on insta she’s at an airport but didn’t say where she was going.”
“No she’s not mentioned it.” Pierre shrugged, trying to hide the fact he knew exactly where you were heading. “Now come on, we both have photoshoots to get to.”
Charles nodded at his friend, reaching for the sun glass off the small table before pushing himself to his feet. Glancing in the mirror he couldn’t help but laugh at his appearance, his hair was messy but the stylist would sort that out and it was obvious he wasn’t sleeping well by the dark circles appearing under his eyes. Whoever was editing these photos for the new race suit would have their work cut out for them.
His mind was spinning as he mentally planned how he was going to surprise you during the 2 week break after Monza. He desperately needed to see you even if it meant flying over to the UK to do so. But little did he know he would be seeing you sooner than he planned.
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babyyweebbitch · 1 year
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Can i request Vi (Arcane) x overworked female reader?
I go to two schools (one is a music school)
Both schools give a huge amount of homework, the piano teacher is very demanding, I have a piano exam soon (which I don't know if I'll take because I can't remember so many given musical notes) and I also have my high school. I think I'll drop out of one of the schools for my own sanity.
I’m a crying, stressed out and simply tired mess and i feel like i’m losing control. The worst feeling ever🥲
Hug me please 😫
omg baby i’m so sorry! :( that’s a shit ton of stress and honestly i feel u with the stress! im currently very stressed out too and i hope things get better for u :) HERES A HUG
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you were a collage student, currently in your second year of collage plus you also had a good paying job you worked at after school. the schedule was you go to school and mid day you left to go to work. that’s how it’s been since you got this job three years ago. recently there was an exam happening and you had to study during your breaks at work.
you recently got a new boss who has been an absolute asshole to you and a few other people and they’ve been working you like a dog. they changed your hours so you had to go home later leaving you barely any time to study and sleep. now your schedule was all fucked up… Vi noticed and has tried to help you but you always say you got it and that you didn’t need any help. she didn’t buy it honestly
it was getting closer and closer to exams and everything was getting to be too much. during one of your days off from work you studied all morning and part of the afternoon at your desk in yours and Vi’s shared room. she was sitting on the bed with her headphones in scrolling through social media. your phone vibrated and you glanced at it… it was your boss
‘i need you to come in for work today, in about 20 minutes please’ the text read. you don’t know why but reading that made you tear up, you started crying… no, sobbing. you placed your head on your desk and sobbed. vi moved her phone a bit to check on you and saw you sobbing at your desk. she immediately jumped up
“baby?! baby, what’s wrong?!” she asked, going over to you. she rubbed your back and you reached over to hug her, very tightly and just cried into her shoulder. she rubbed you back and she picked you up, carrying you to the bed “cupcake…”
“t…this is too much! vi…. i ca…i cant!” you said through cries. you gripped onto her shirt, she sushed you and held onto you
“i know…. i know — it’s alot…” she said in a soft voice, holding you until you were calmed down. after you calmed down you sat up and looked around “why don’t you take a b—“
“i gotta go to work! fuck!” you said, trying to stand up to get ready but she grabbed your arm. you looked at her and she tilted her head to the side. without saying a word you knew what she was trying to say “Vi i can’t”
“please…. you have too, it’s not good on your body”
“they will fire me…”
“fuck ‘em…. baby, if you take on anymore stress it will cause damage to your body. you’re already getting headaches and i can tell your hands are sore”
“how did you know about the headaches…”
“i saw the three bottles of Tylenol in the garbage when i went to take it out this morning”
you sighed and sat back down on the bed. you looked down
“and taking that much is gonna fuck up your body too”
“what do i tell them…”
“quit… find a new job — i’ll start charging more for my fights until you’re done for the summer”
“but the apartment…”
“we both have enough money to pay for it, plus the fights — i get alot for them. baby we will be fine for a few months” she said “i’ll even text ‘em for you!” she said, going to get your phone and unlocking it. she started typing away at your phone and you realised you’re trusting Vi to text your soon to be ex-boss
“please don’t be mean…”
she paused for a second…. then you heard her erasing the message
“Vi!”
“what?! you’re trusting me to do this for you!” she said in a joking tone. you laughed before snatching the phone from her and typing away. she placed her head on your shoulder to see what you were typing as you did. once you were done you placed your phone down and vi smiled. she stood up and started to get you clean clothes and went to the bathroom. you got up to follow her and see what she was doing — especially with your clothes
“whatcha doing?”
“starting a bath — for you! you deserve it” she said, starting to run a bath for you. she did everything the way you liked it and was surprised she got everything right, she’s only ever watched you do it so she decided to try. she helped you undress and get into the bath. she started helping you get clean and she hummed as she did.
the entire time you didn’t talk but the silence between you two was very calming to the both of you.
this isn’t the best but i hope u like it :)
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sutherkins · 10 months
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request / “Soo here's a request for our cutest boy Peter - how about working with Peter as a night agent for years, knowing him better than yourself and being best friends since, together at a mission where reader gets hurt and Peter totally freaking out and panicking leading him to confess his love for reader? Of course it's mutual but neither of them dared to say something until this moment because both thought the other one's not feeling the same way.”
warnings: blood, reader gets shot, bad writing
this kinda sucks, and i apologize for the wait! i wanted it to be longer but i got sick after i started writing it and i literally just finished it today. im also still getting used to writing in general bc i normally dont have any inspo or energy to do it
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being part of a top secret organization within the government was certainly not on your list of things you’d wanted to accomplish when you graduated school. having a career at all was something you weren’t sure was in the cards for you, much less being a spy and being on a first name basis with the president. nothing about the job was easy — as you’d expected. living so cut off from the rest of the world was more difficult than you could have imagined.
now, several years later, you realized that the job was much more enjoyable when you had a partner. especially when that partner was peter sutherland. peter was hired about a year after you and assigned as your partner. both of you were still newbies to the other night agents and figuring out how to do the job with someone like him by your side made the loneliness you felt that first year completely vanish. it felt nice to have a best friend throughout all of this. you realized that was the key to this job – besides the training, having someone to lean on was the best way to succeed at being a night agent.
peter was the best partner you could have asked for. he was attentive and always took care of you, even when you didn’t think you needed it. now, you most definitely fucking needed it.
your most recent assignment was challenging to say the least. the both of you were constantly on the move and sleeping in run down motels. and now, much to your displeasure, you just got shot.
laying on the floor next to the bed you shared, blood began to pool around you. you tried to fight your blurred vision and the overwhelming desire to close your eyes but that was a losing battle from the moment the bullet pierced your stomach. you were getting ready to give up — but just then, the door opened and peters voice rang through the air.
“sweetheart?”
you would’ve blushed at the pet name if you weren’t bleeding out on the floor. trying your best to speak, you’re voice hoarse and thick with pain. “peter..”
as soon as he spotted you, peter shouted your name and immediately went into protection mode. rushing to your side and putting pressure on the obvious wound, his other hand cupped your cheek. “jesus christ. sweetheart? can you hear me?”
“yeah, i can hear you. ‘s not as bad as it looks.” even when you were bleeding onto the carpet you still tried to comfort him.
“not that bad?! you got shot in the stomach! if i didn’t come when i did you could’ve bled out on the floor and died!” tears threatened to spill from his eyes.
you whined, the pressure from his hand on your wound producing a stabbing sensation that you’ve never felt from a gunshot before. “please don’t cry, pete. ‘s really not that bad, i promise. just — just call an ambulence, okay?”
pulling his phone from his pocket, your best friend quickly calls for an ambulance and lets your bosses know what happened. his attention is back on you, his hands covered in your blood. “don’t tell me not to cry. you’re my best friend and i love you. honestly, i’m…i’m in love with you, okay? you’re hurt and i love you and when i saw you lying on the ground i thought i lost you forever. i thought i lost you before i even got the chance to tell you how i felt. i can’t lose you.”
a stray tear fell from your eye, your hand reaching up to caress his cheek. “peter sutherland, i love you. i’ve never loved anyone more, to be honest. you’re not gonna lose me, okay? i was serious when i said it’s not as bad as it looks. i’m gonna be fine. ‘sides, once i’m patched up we can spend my newfound vacation time at your cabin.”
peter lets out a small chuckle, grabbing the hand holding his face and kissing your palm. “you got yourself a deal.”
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Hiii love your work.
Just wondering if you could do a Namor x Male reader that is a surgeon and is constantly stressed and has little to no time which causes an argument and you can choose the ending.
No worries if you can't:) thank you for your time. Stay safe and make sure to take care of yourself xxx
What's up! Thank you so much! I'm very willing to do your request and thank you for requesting it. I hope you enjoy it. -Mark.
NAMOR X MALE READER
Namor was a very patient man. He is a ruler of a kingdom after all and on the side of that he was a husband. 
Sadly he didn't know how long he could be patient anymore with his husband. His husband was driving him insane. Always coming home late, tired and irritated. Namor always tried to understand his busy husband's work, but there's a part of him that feels betrayed and heartbroken. 
Years ago before they were married. They used to be the greatest couple in the lands and seas. Gods were even jealous of the couple. Y/n was still a doctor but always made excuses for him to be with his boyfriend.
Now as a married couple they are rarely seen with each other. But when they are with each other it's in silence or arguing.
Y/n on the other hand couldn't risk losing his job for his husband. When he was younger and reckless he would risk anything for his husband. But now he can't be a surgeon and a husband at the same time. It is becoming difficult for him. If he makes an excuse to be with Namor he has someone's life on the line. 
When Y/n and Namor were just dating Y/n almost had an excuse every day to be with his boyfriend. So when his boss caught on to the lies she almost fired the young man, but decided not to because he was the best on the field, even better than some co-worker named Stephen Strange.  
But the boss left Y/n with a warning. That's when Y/n got his act together and quickly matured. He didn't want to get fired; he spent all of those years studying,training and working just for nothing.
 
WITH THE COUPLE.
BLUE IS NAMOR.
"Namor honey...please not now." Y/n begs his husband. Y/n just got home where Namor was just standing in the hallway arms crossed waiting for his husband. "So when y/n? Do I need to check your schedule to see when you're free?!" "Baby please. Don't do this to me." Y/n begs walking closer to his husband. Namor walks to Y/n as well, closing the distance between them. "Y/n” Namor says softly wrapping his arms around Y/n shoulders bringing him closer so their foreheads are touching. “Can we please talk n/n…” Y/n looks Namor deeply in his eyes before responding. “Yeah.” The couple stand in silence just holding each other. Namor unraps his arms from his husband taking his hands and leads him to the shared bedroom.
They sit in silence until Y/n phone goes off. Y/n reaches for his phone in his pocket but never breaks eye contact with Namor. Once he has it out he hands it to Namor. Namor takes it and places it on a desk. “I'm all yours my king.” Namor's wings flutter a little from his husband's words. Y/n strips out of his clothes blushing a little when he feels his husband staring at his body. Namor watches him until he begins to take his own clothes off. After the couple is both naked Y/n gets on top of Namor laying his head between his chest. Namor uses his free hand and plays with Y/n hair kissing the top of his head. “Baby i’m sorry��� Y/n says moving his head facing Namor. Namor opens his mouth to speak but shuts it when he notices Y/n eyes starting to water. “Baby I'm really sorry.” Namor watches his husband as he cries into his chest. Namor doesn’t see this side of Y/n much even though they were together for centuries; he mostly sees him happy or nowadays just sleepy and tired. 
Y/n didn’t even notice that he was crying on his husband. Until he couldn’t breathe any more and when he started wheezing. He didn’t know why he started crying; it just happen. Y/n raised his head up from his husband's chest wiping his eyes. “Uhmm sorry I guess stress got me.” Y/n tries to joke to lighten the mood. “Anyways.” Y/n says to his Namor he gives Namor a gentle smile. Y/n lays back down on Namor.
"I haven't been avoiding you on purpose I swear my king." Y/n says try reassuring Namor. "So why haven't we spent more time together. You are gone all day and night!" Y/n raises his head up from his husband's chest and leaves kisses on his jaw line trying to prevent another argument. Namor gets the hint and calms himself down. "Namor... I have been threatened to lose my job...Because all those times i'll just ignore it to be with you and so many people lost their lives because of me because I wasn't there to save them." Namor listens to his husband carefully before responding back.
"Then just stay with the kingdom with me. We are unstoppable together and we both know that. We were made for each other mi amor. Rule by my side." Namor pleads to his husband. "My king---" "Be my kingdom's heart. While I am the body..."
"Please Y/n."
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