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dat-town · 3 years

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not gonna miss this chance

Characters: Han Seojun & soloist!female reader

Genre: fluff

Setting: true beauty au, set a year after the tv show’s ending timeline

Summary: Your career is on the verge of ending, hence your management puts you up to do a duet with the infamous Han Seojun. You have heard too many rumours about him to keep track of and yet, none of them could have prepared you for the feelings that came with meeting him.

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Self indulgent little snippet because he deserves happiness too.

You had heard of Han Seojun before meeting him, of course you had. Everybody who was in the industry had heard of the hot trend of a Newstagram star-turned idol and his band's shining debut from a year ago. They were told to have snatched teenage girls hearts all over Korea with their good looks and soulful music. You had heard their title track and you had to admit it was nice but nice wasn't enough in a cut-throat industry like entertainment.

Look at you, starting training at twelve, debuting at fifteen and now barely twenty-one you were on the verge of becoming a thrown away doll. Once you had been called cute and the it girl of your generation and now? People were saying you got boring just because your music had matured. Gosh, you couldn't keep singing about first love like your hit song had been for the rest of your life for god's sake. Your last album had been a flop, your company had been losing money and you were still afraid that even with a year left of your contract, they would cut you. But your manager had begged them for a chance and here it was: a collaboration with the newest love of Korea.

But the thing was, Han Seojun had quite a reputation and you didn't know who to believe. Some said he was well-mannered and hard-working. Others gossiped that he was always flirting with his makeup artists and Chen claimed he had been rude to her even when he had just been a ‘nobody’. Not that you were particularly fond of Chen either but as a fellow solo female singer you were a tad bit worried how the infamous singer would treat you.

Well, standing in front of Move Entertainment, you were just about to find out. Taking a shallow breath you followed your manager's lead, bowing to the receptionist and getting into the elevator after taking your visitor's badge. You had heard the company has gone through many changes after the executives were replaced due to the revealed Seyeon scandal but everything looked expensive, shiny and new, unlike in your small agency.

“Hey, I’m Lim Heekyung, nice to meet you. Seojun will be in a minute, too,” a woman in a pantsuit walked up to you on the right floor with a confident smile as she introduced herself. She led you to a meeting room which was apparently customized for a few people only and started preparing papers. She looked excited which was a relief and nice to see, at least someone from Move Entertainment was happy for this project apparently. You were a bit afraid they would see you like a leech, trying to cling onto their new star’s popularity.

“Shall we start? Seojun is a fan of dramatic entrances anyways,” Miss Lim laughed joyfully as if it wasn’t new to her that the idol didn’t make it on time. Ah yeah, you had heard rumours saying that he had something on the company and that was why they were so lenient with him.

You sat in silence, let your manager do the talk about the collaboration project. Seojun could play the guitar, you could play the piano, apparently it was perfect for a ballad duet, though if you used instruments yourself it added to the preparations time. But luckily, there was a songwriter named Leo at the company who had already sent in a few samples specifically for Seojun, so you didn’t have to start from zero.

“Ah, I see you started without me. What did I miss?” A tall boy opened the door wide and flipped down onto the chair across you casually. He had grown into his lanky limbs and with those wide shoulders hugged by the leather jacket, helix earrings in one ear and soft brown hair brushed to one side, it wasn’t a surprise how many female fans swooned over him. But there were a lot of handsome boys in the business, just his looks – no matter how confident he was in them based on the way he carried himself – wouldn’t make a difference.

Miss Lim patiently let Seojun know about the advances and only when she mentioned your name, did the boy glance at you. His dark brown eyes had a sharp form, just as piercing as his gaze, but the cunning smile spreading over his lips softened it a bit. He looked at you as if he wanted to see through you, to figure out how he should have approached you. You expected a snarky or arrogant comment, but in the end, he just flashed a blinding smile at you, one you could see on his posters, before turning back to Miss Lim.

“What’s the schedule?” he asked simply and you both were notified about the deadline of deciding and finalizing the song, the dates of planned recording sessions and the photoshoot. Since there would be no promotion period, it all would be done within a month and half from start to finish. You were a bit relieved hearing that and leave Move Entertainment without any confrontation.

You thought you were good at masking your wary feelings since the further meetings went well and the first recording session went okay-ish. Although both of you had been a bit scolded by the producer for not putting enough feelings into your singing. He claimed that the demo sent by Leo was much more emotional which made Seojun scoff and mumble under his nose. The PD called it for a day, making you promise to practice for next time and one by one they all left. Your manager told you that he would bring the car while you refresh yourself in the bathroom, so you really didn’t expect anyone to wait for you when you stepped out of the restroom, much less Han Seojun.

"Spit it out," he bit out barely glancing your way as he leaned against the corridor’s wall.

"What?" you spluttered as you were really taken aback by his out of blue appearance and question. The guy let out a tired sigh at your obliviousness and pushed himself away from the wall just to walk up to you, towering over your height with his.

"You look at me as if I killed your hamster or something. Which rumour about me bothers you? I fucking can't keep walking on eggshells around you, especially when it's just the two of us," he tsked and you gulped at the sudden called out. You didn’t think it bothered him, or that he was considerate enough to ‘walk on eggshells around you’, you merely thought he was so distant from everybody. It was still better than what Chen had told you.

"Oh, I… nothing. It's stupid. Sorry," you mumbled, feeling embarrassed for your your actions but Seojun apparently wasn’t satisfied without a real answer as he carried on:

"I didn't bully kids in high school but I threatened ones that deserved it, I didn't only get a pity chance from the entertainment, one of our makeup artists is actually one of my best friends, I'm not…"

"Chen told me you are rude and arrogant and have no respect for girls," you blurted out to stop him from speaking because you felt like you didn’t deserve to hear all that. He didn’t owe you any explanation for the way he was. You were just co-workers for a project after all, you had no place in his life, nor he had in yours, so he shouldn’t have been that bothered by your opinion but you understood that he felt uncomfortable due to your silent accusations.

Hearing your hasty interruption, the singer scoffed, a laugh-like sound leaving his mouth.

"Well, I have no respect for girls like Chen who harass my friends and turn their lives into hell just to go on a date with me," he said and it made you blink slowly.

"Oh."

"Yeah, oh. Check your facts before you go around believing such crap," Seojun stepped back with a roll of his eyes.

The whole situation made you feel made about how you acted, so you wished to apologise but it fell from your lips all too carelessly: "Sorry, I was just worried. This is my last chance, so–"

"Last chance?" the guy quirked a brow at you, curious but you quickly waved his question away.

"Nevermind, I just need this song to do well."

"Of course, it will. I'm Han Seojun, it will turn to gold under my hands," he grinned and made eccentric gestures as if he was about to do magic. You couldn't help a smile. “Or well, vocal chords.”

And turn it to gold, he did.

The rest of your recording sessions went smoother, even the previously grumpy PD complimented your for the development in your chemistry. Funny, you wouldn’t have thought that the wall pulled up between the two of you mattered that much, but at least you didn’t have a knot in your stomach, nor did you worry about every small thing you did around Han Seojun. He also acted more casual, more playful, joking around when both of you had a bit of time to take a breather. He snapped silly pictures, showed off with his height, smirked when he got too close but despite all his bravado and lowkey flirting, you believed even he wouldn’t have jeopardised his career over something like this.

Maybe that's why wrapping up the recording felt a tad bit weird: you got used to his presence, his jokes, his beautiful, deep voice that you could have fallen asleep to. Sure, sometimes he was cocky, a bit rough around the edges but he was a great singer and a fun guy. The project seemed to work out well and you loved it a lot, so you hoped the listeners would appreciate it as well.

But before all that you had one photo shoot together for the promotional pictures and the single's cover. You were grateful for the simple pastel colour background and elegant setting. The warm light latte colour and the clock in the background really fit the song's vibe. Luckily, your dress was decent and pretty as well, you didn't have to feel uncomfortable in it at least. However, you didn’t expect that happy yelp coming from one of the makeup artists stepping into the dressing room. You turned to face the girl, wondering whether she was your fan judged by her excitement.

"Oh my! I'm so happy to finally meet you! Seojun told us about you so much!" she beamed at you which obviously took you back. Well, that you didn’t expect at all. He spoke of you to others? Ah. Apparently to the makeup artist who was most probably that certain one of his best friends he had told you about?

"Don't exaggerate, Imju, I mentioned her like what… once?" Seojun walked in on cue. He rolled his eyes and cleared his throat, trying to avert the topic. "How's Suho?"

You had know idea who that said guy was but after a moment or two you could breathe properly once again while listening to their chatting.

“Just the usual. He’s excited about your duet.”

“Of course, he is,” Seojun grinned, a bit snarky but you could hear the proud undertones of it. When he looked at you, you were surprised by him leaning close though as he quieted down until only you could hear it. “Don’t worry, Jugyeong is really good and just stop her if she gets too gossip-y.”

“Are you talking about me behind my back, hah, Han Seojun?” The pretty girl called Jugyeong raised her fist as if she was about to hit the idol but he just laughed it off and left you two alone when he was hurried onto the set to start with his individual shoots.

“Have you known each other for a long time?” you couldn’t help but wonder as you were seated to get your makeup from her.

“Ah, almost 4 years, I think. We went to high school together. Plus, he’s best friends with my boyfriend. Though, they are always bickering like a married couple,” Jugyeong chuckled joyfully as she started with the cushion. You closed your eyes, listening as she kept going on about the time when Seojun had been obsessed with his motorbike, getting into trouble with his mother. It was strange hearing about a whole other side of him, mama's boy but the image tugged on your mouth, making you smile even though you weren't sure you had the right to know all that. You also learned that Seojun's sister was dating Jugyeong's brother and you felt so involved with the girl's trust albeit it was your last meeting, you were sure Seojun must have only told good things about you.

Hence, you felt shy under his knowing gaze when you walked out of the dressing room. He must have known that Jugyeong couldn't shut up for the life of her, so he looked a bit uncertain, too, stretching the back of his neck, forcing a cunning smile onto his smile when you took your place next to him.

To fit the ballad's theme, the setting was a piano decorated with flowers and you were instructed to sit beside him as if you were about to play a four hands piece. As you did what you had been told, you were very much aware of the way your arms brushed, his long fingers over the keys close to yours, his smile small but genuine.

"Great, great, guys! Someone help her onto the piano and Seojun, stand in front of her," the photographer directed the next scene but before any staff members would have rushed up to you, the singer next to you shushed them.

"I can do it," he insisted as he stood up and looked you in the eyes, silently asking for permission. You nodded while holding your breath back before Seojun put his hands on your waist above the fluffy tulle skirt part and counting on three, he lifted you onto the lid of the beautiful instrument.

You crossed your legs, watching in awe as your pink skirt fell down on waves but your breath hitched for an entirely different reason when you looked up, gaze meeting Seojun's feline eyes trained on you. You had never seen him look at you like that, lacking playfulness or suspicion or curiosity. He looked open, vulnerable, outright starstruck. Your lips parted meaning to ask something but your brain shut off when you heard the shutter of the camera go down and the director yelling compliments at you. It made you snap out of it and later, you blamed the evident blush on your cheeks on the makeup. Seojun blinked too, his guarded expression back in no time, finishing the photo shoot professionally, always lingering close to you, but never touching you. Even though you wouldn’t have minded.

"Hey," Seojun peeked into your dressing room just as you were about to leave, packing up, with a smile on his mouth and sparkles in his deep brown eyes. But unlike half an hour ago when he wore a fancy suit and looked at you like a prince would have looked at his princess, he acted just as casual as he looked in his denim jacket over dark tee. "Wanna grab something with me if you finished for today?"

His question took you back but first thing first you glanced towards your manager, eyes begging for permission which you had gotten with a sigh.

"Just be discreet and call me if you need me to pick you up," your manager shrugged, leaving you two alone with a knowing look that told you to be careful. You didn't need to be told though, you knew how much depended on the current public response to your image.

"Seems like a green light. Have you thought of anything specific?" you turned back to the boy with a subtle smile.

"Not really but I know a few less frequent, secluded places to avoid much talk about us," he said and you nodded, following his lead. Masks, caps and hoodies on, you barely talk on your way to the tent with the lovely ahjumma who welcomed Seojun (two heads taller than her) with a pinch of his cheeks and told you to get seated.

"Are you a regular here?" you inquire, carefully pulling down your mask since not many people are around.

"You could say that," the boy hummed letting you adjust to the place at your own pace, not pressuring you with extra reassessments about how safe it is there. Yet, he is so casual as if he wasn't afraid of a getting mobbed by Dispatch out of the blue. Not that it happened to you a lot of times but you heard stories and at such a crucial time in your career, you feared something like that more than anything.

"Do you want to come up to mine instead?" Seojun blurted out suddenly which made you wide eyed in a span of a moment as you splattered out a surprised yelp. "Come on, I don't mean anything by it. You just look really nervous being in the public," the singer said, his deep voice softening, soothing by the end and you needed to take a breather before answering. You didn't think it was so obvious but apparently you had never been a good liar with him.

In the end, you decided on going over to Seojun's place, so he asked the ahjumma to pack your food to go and you headed towards his flat a few blocks from the company. It was a small but cozy place, much softer and brighter than you expected, lots of pastels and photos of friends and family. While the boy busied himself in the kitchen, getting you plates, chopsticks and beer, you were encouraged to look around and you couldn't help but smile at his photos with not only his band members but high school friends, too. You had seen photos of his graduation with Jugyeong, then another one of his debut with her and another guy. He was a recurring person on a lot of pictures, so you assumed that he was the so-called Suho.

"He's Jugyeong's boyfriend," Seojun affirmed as he walked up to you which you acknowledged with a hum and smiled at his photos with his sister and mother. The makeup artist was right when she said he was only tough on the outside.

"You knew Seyeon?" you whispered as your gaze shifted of a picture of three boys smiling widely into the camera. The middle one was the talented boy you had known from the news of his committed suicide. Such a tragedy.

"Uhum. We were best friends. Him, Suho and me," Seojun nodded and without having to ask, he told you how they had gotten to know each other, what were their favourite past time activities and how they fell apart when he died. You could see he was hurting even now as he was talking about it, so you grazed your fingers against his knuckles as though to say you were there for him to listen, or whatever he needed.

Talking about his best friends and how a group of guys including someone named Chorong stuck by his side over the years warmed your heart. It was nice to know that not everyone had it as lonely as you who basically missed out on high school and memories from that time to be able to turn your dreams into reality. Your only friends were also in the industry but it made things both easier and harder.

"What about you? What did you mean by this being your last chance?" Seojun asked like a loaded gun but after everything he had just told you, you knew you could trust him with this and being in the industry for a while now, he must have understood, too.

You told him about the rising expectations, about your image and your company's ultimatum. It actually felt nice to talk about with someone other than your manager. Especially since Seojun seemed to understand exactly why you felt conflicted over the matter. You have given your youth to this dream of yours, so giving up on it would have felt like betraying yourself and everyone who believed in you but you weren't sure you could give it another 10 years of your life no matter how much you liked music. You had decent CSATs result, maybe you could have applied for a university program. Seojun even offered to arrange a meeting between you and Suho who was studying to become a proper songwriter.

You talked for hours and ate the tteokbokki even though it had gotten cold long ago and you couldn't remember when was the last time you had felt so light. You felt giddy even with just the tiny bit of alcohol in your system by the time you knew it was time for you to go.

Once you had felt relieved knowing that promoting your duet would be only one performance but recently, you started dreading the moment because that meant that you wouldn't have any more excuse to see Seojun. In the backstage, this time around you greeted Jugyeong like an old friend and teased to give Seojun a funny makeup before walking up to your own assigned staff members. Your look was full of sparkles and glow fitting the silver colour of your dress, completing the ethereal vibe off the stage you were going to do and the beautiful song you had grown to love so much you held it close to your heart. The last rehearsals went smoothly and if you noticed Seojun's gaze lingering a bit too long, you didn't comment on it.

"Are you nervous?" he asked before the final recording and you knew it would have been unreasonable to deny it, so you replied with a small smile.

"A bit."

"Don't be. You're pretty and you'll do amazing," he reassured you and the way he said those words oh so easy. As if they were natural. As if he believed in you and maybe this was all the reassurance you needed because when you walked up onto the stage, not taking your eyes off his, it felt like it was just the two of you there. All the stress about not being good enough, about being judged for who you were and what you wanted to do with your life was subsided as you focused on the moment, just to sing this one song with one while trying to fight your heart's crazy beating.

You didn't really have the luxury to have crushes. You had always been concentrated on your work, you couldn't let yourself have distractions, especially since love scandals always affected girl worse than guy. At least that was what you told yourself for always putting up a wall around you and guarding your heart all too well. But during the past few weeks, between playful or flirty remarks, between smiles and ruffling hair, Seojun took apart your wall brick by brick even if he wasn't aware.

So it might have been only a few days since you had last seen him but in that rare moment of boredom, alone in your room, you realized that you missed him. Hell, you liked him and the feeling made me want to scream into your pillow as if you were a silly teenager. As if on cue, your phone buzzed with a new message and seeing the KakaoTalk ID made you shy.

duet partner, han seo jun

so...

i've been thinking

you

sounds dangerous but ok

duet partner, han seo jun

don't get sassy with me, miss

you

what have you been thinking about?

duet partner, han seo jun

that i don't want to miss my chance

there's this girl i like

i thought of asking her out

do you think she would say yes?

you

oh. well... why wouldn't she?

i mean, you are talented, handsome, funny and reliable

duet partner, han seo jun

and what about my job? it's busy and a bit crazy

don't you think it would be unfair of me to ask?

you

I think you should let her decide that

duet partner, han seo jun

okay

are you free on friday?

you

um, sure?

duet partner, han seo jun

cool, then go on a date with me?

#han seo jun x reader #seojun x reader #han seojun #han seo joon #true beauty #stories #i just wanted to give him a happy end after ep16 #that's what this is about

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lightsovermonaco · 3 years

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Speed and Stress: Part 2

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Thank you to @acollectionofficsandshit for betaing, your comments on this one were unhinged gold

Word Count: 3.1k

Recommended Vibes: “Perfect Day” by Tundra Beats

Part 1

Your brother was late. Not that anyone was surprised.

“Got the time mixed up,” he says as you climb into his absurdly tall truck. Living in Texas for three years had turned him into somewhat of a country boy, though not enough that he forgot his upbringing. He was still a blue blooded Los Angeles boy, just with a love for trucks and longhorn cattle.

“At least I wasn’t waiting for an hour this time,” you say and sling your bag to the backseat. Deciding to get right to the good stuff, you clasp your hands together. “So! I have some news.”

Hunter grins at you. “You finally found a job?”

You roll your eyes and shoot him a pointed look. “No, dipshit. Better than that. I got us paddock passes for the whole weekend.”

“WHAT?” He jerks the wheel, horns honking at you as other drivers swerve. You grab the dash to steady yourself, laughing at his outburst. “Do you know how hard it was for me to get general admission tickets? How the hell did you get paddock passes?”

“May have met someone pretty high up at McLaren in Los Angeles,” you say, examining your nails.

“Like, Zak Brown? You met Zak Brown?” Hunter was such a fan boy, you had to laugh. His love for McLaren ran so deep he practically bled blue and orange. The only reason you watched the sport was because of him shoving it down your throat for years, but damn if you weren't glad for it.

“Daniel Ricciardo.”

Hunter choked on air but managed to stay in his lane this time. “And you waited until now to tell me?”

“I didn’t know it was him when I met him! He was on a motorcycle and I stopped to help film a tiktok and then-”

“Of course you’d stop,” he mutters, shaking his head. “You’re a sucker for bikes.”

“Yeah well, lucky that I am, cause all I had to do was flirt to get us those passes.”

Your intention had never been to take advantage of Daniel. It was more the opposite in fact; you were just living in the moment and capitalizing on the once in a lifetime opportunity to flirt with your celebrity crush. You had to admit, it turned out better than you'd ever thought it would.

“I can’t believe you seduced Daniel freakin’ Ricciardo,” he says, shaking his head. “You astound me.”

“I didn’t seduce him!” You protest.

"Sorry my bad. You charmed him. That sound better?"

You roll your eyes. "Whatever. I damn near had a heart attack when I figured out it was him but he was kind enough to let me brush it off."

"Well, thank god for your two-wheeled obsession because without it, we would be watching the prix from the nosebleeds."

You laugh and shake your head. Hunter tended to have a poor filter when he was excited and tended to spew whatever was on his mind. "Just watch your tongue this weekend, alright? I'd rather embarrass myself than have you do it for me."

Hunter gives a mock salute. "Yes ma'am."

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You'd stuffed five different outfits in your bag in preparation for the grand prix weekend. In theory, it shouldn't be hard to decide what to wear. But Friday morning you changed clothes so many times you lost count. No matter what combination you tried you weren't satisfied.

Finally, you give up and settle on a McLaren polo and denim shorts. Simple and comfortable, but form fitting enough to catch Daniel's eye should you run into him.

You knew you shouldn't, but you pull out your phone to text him anyway.

Thanks again for the tickets. Let me know if you've got any free time so I can properly thank you!

You hit send before your brain has the chance to overanalyze the message. You check your phone obsessively the entire drive to the circuit, only half expecting a response. You tuck your phone in your pocket when you get to the gates, determined not to let it get to you. Daniel warned you he would be busy, and you knew that responding to you was likely on the low end of his list of priorities.

Hunter gets you to the circuit a half hour before they let fans in and you have to listen to him ramble about driver stats the entire time. Normally you don't mind; guessing who's most likely to win each Sunday is something of a competition in your household. But today, you couldn't focus enough to put any thought into your prediction, instead just blurting Daniel's name.

"You're only saying that cause he's into you," Hunter says, grinning savagely. "He struggles in Austin and you know it."

"So? He's in a McLaren this year. You saw his pace in Bahrain, and that was with a damaged floor! He'll podium for sure." You cross your arms and return his grin. "Besides, he's motivated."

"Oh, is he?"

"I told him I'd buy the winner of the United States grand prix a drink. Up to him whether it's him or Verstappen."

"Oh my god you have a date with Daniel Ricciardo?"

"Dude, chill out. It's not set in stone. Honestly, he's probably forgotten that I exist."

"Has he texted you?"

You glance down at your phone and are greeted with an empty inbox. "No. Not after the initial time so I could have his number." You shrug and pick an invisible piece of lint from your arm. "But he said he'd be too busy anyway."

"Guess we'll see once we get to will call, huh? If he's forgotten about you."

"Yeah." An odd feeling rolls through you. It feels a bit like nerves mixed with hope, but you stamp down on it. You were here to enjoy yourself. The trip of a lifetime had been handed to you on a golden platter and you were wont to let something as trivial as nervousness ruin it.

Bells chime as you step into the blissfully cool will call office. A blonde woman with a bit too much blush dusted on her cheeks greets you with a smile.

"What can I do for you?"

"Picking up some tickets that were left for me by a driver?" You try, unsure of the proper procedure. "I don't have a paper or anything."

She waves a hand in the air as if she expected as much. "All I need is your identification. They should be under the name."

"Oh uh, of course." You motion for Hunter to hand over your wallet and show the woman your driver's license.

"Great. Wait here and I'll grab those for you."

You drum your fingers on the desk while waiting for her to return. After what feels like ages she re-emerges empty handed.

"I'm not seeing anything here with your name on it," she says, her plastic smile at odds with her sincerity. "I'm afraid your tickets aren't valid until Sunday."

"Can you double check? Daniel said they'd be here-"

"So sorry. There's no record of anyone dropping tickets off for you."

You blink, holding your tongue in the face of her blunt response. "Okay. I guess ill try and get it sorted out."

Hunter breaks the tension. "Can't you call him?"

"I can't just call him, I'm sure he's busy."

"Either that or we don't get in. Just do it, he gave you his number and specifically told you to let him know if there were any problems, didn't he?"

Yes he had, but that didn't mean you wanted to disturb him. He was probably knees deep in some sort of race weekend press conference or drivers meeting and heaven forbid you interrupt. But it was either that or you slink home disappointed and empty handed.

"Fine," you grumble, pulling out your phone with deliberate slowness. Hunter crosses his arms and tips his head to the side, a smile playing on his lips.

"Well?"

"It's dialing, you good for nothing busybody-"

"I was wondering how long it would take you to call," Daniel answers, voice radiating sunshine.

You cut right to the chase, not giving yourself a single second to evaluate how your heart skips. "Look, I don't wanna distract you on a race weekend but I'm at will call and they're telling me they can't find any passes left for me."

"Let me guess," he starts, raising his voice to be heard over the pneumatic tools in the background, "You're dealing with Jenny?"

Your eyes fall to the name on the woman's lanyard. She shifts under your gaze like she knew exactly who you were on the phone with. "Yep. Spot on."

"Kinda figured she would be a problem. She's got a huge crush on me and does this every time."

You fight back the strange sensation his offhand comment brings to the surface. "Oh, really?"

"I'll be right there. Give me ten minutes or so."

"Oh you don't have to-"

"Hey, no big deal. I gotta go that way anyway."

"Uh, okay. See you soon?"

"Yup. On my way."

You hang up and stare down at the phone, stunned.

"Well?" Hunter asks.

"I guess he's coming here to sort it out himself."

He blinks rapidly and shakes his head. "Hold on. Are you telling me that I get to meet Daniel? Like right now?"

"Can you relax?" You laugh lightly. "Honestly you're gonna freak him out."

"Uh, yeah sure. No big deal, just meeting one of my favorite drivers in the minus five minutes and I'm completely unprepared. It's fine."

If you roll your eyes any harder they'd pop out of your head. "Relax. He's laid back, but I don't want you to freak out and embarrass us both."

"Excuse me," Jenny breaks in, her distaste clear. "Please move aside if you're not picking up passes."

"Er, yeah. Sorry." You shuffle awkwardly off to the side to wait. Cheesy elevator music plays and Jenny shoots you glares until the door squeaks open and the human incarnation of the sun steps inside. Your breathing stutters when the Australian shoots you a wink and a grin before sauntering up to the counter.

"Why hello there Jen," he says, and she giggles coyly.

"Hi Daniel." She lays a hand on his forearm, the touch light and flirty. "What can I help you with?"

Daniel leans into her, whispering conspiratorially. Whatever he says has her bold smile faltering, replaced by a mask of professional cheer. Daniel shoots you another wink as the woman retreats to a back room, returning moments later with your supposedly missing passes.

"Thank you," Daniel says sweetly, taking them from her and turning to you. "I think these are yours."

"Thanks." You take the passes and hand one off to your awestruck brother. You nudge him and he comes to his senses in time to shake the hand Daniel sticks out.

"You must be the brother," he says. "I see you're a fan."

Dressed head to toe in McLaren colors, there was no other conclusion for Daniel to draw. For once your brother is the one stunned into silence so you answer for him, "Yeah, only a little. He was crushed when you left Red Bull cause Max is his other favorite driver and now he has to split his loyalties between teams."

Dan's laugh snaps Hunter out of his trance. "I know you're busy but do you think you can sign something for me?"

"Of course. How about this?" Daniel snatches the hat from Hunter's head and produces a sharpie from his pocket, signing the brim with practiced efficiency.

"He'll be texting the group chat about that as soon as you're gone," you tell Daniel who laughs along with you.

Heat rises to your cheeks as Daniel's assessing gaze sweeps you from head to toe. "McLaren orange looks good on you."

Channeling his easy confidence you flash him a grin. "Not as good as it looks on you."

He smooths the hem of his soft shell jacket, smile turning bashful. "Anyway. I gotta run. See you Sunday after I win!"

Your eyes follow him as he jogs back through the paddock until he's swallowed by the crowd. You sigh, shifting your weight from foot to foot. God, he was gorgeous. And he had such a big heart. It was a shame someone hadn't snatched him up yet, but then again, that meant you still had a shot, even if it was a slim one.

"So where exactly do these get us?" Hunter toys with the lanyard now placed around his neck. "It doesn't say."

"I'm guessing the McLaren lounge," you say and point to the logo on the passes. "Above the garage."

"That's the perfect vantage point for practice."

And it was the perfect view- before getting in the car Daniel walked out into the pit, suited up in his cobalt racesuit and minty helmet and glanced up. You weren't sure if he saw you or not when you waved but he gave a little salute nonetheless.

Hunter was practically glued to the bank of floor to ceiling windows for the entirety of free practice, immersing himself in the experience. You found yourself glancing at the timing tables every lap, silently hoping to see the RIC tag move up. By the end of the second session he had been fourth fastest, a few tenths behind both Mercedes and the Red Bull of Verstappen.

By the time you make it back to Hunter's house, you're both exhausted from a full day of running up and down the paddock. The pair of you had been determined to soak up every second of it, sneaking into whatever offices you could and stealing bites off the buffets and cups of coffee.

Saturday’s free practice and qualifying session pass in a blur of color. Daniel drags his McLaren up the ranks to qualify fourth, his best starting position so far this season. He had a decent shot at the podium- Bottas should be easy pickings and if Verstappen and Hamilton made any mistakes, Daniel might even have a shot at the win.

The excitement in the air is palpable as you both flash your badges and head back up the now familiar path to the McLaren lounge. An hour before lights out, the v6 engines rumble to life below. You venture out onto the balcony, watching and waiting for a glimpse of Daniel.

The Aussie does you one better by walking out, race suit on and helmet in hand. He chats animatedly with Michael before stopping and craning his neck upwards. Michael nudges him with his elbow but Dan ignores him, answering your tiny wave with a wink. He mimes taking a drink and you roll your eyes.

Dan throws his head back and laughs, audible over the cacophony below. He gives you one final salute before Michael drags him back into the garage.

Ten minutes later cars begin streaming out on track, Daniel taking the fourth grid place as his mechanics once again swarm him. Tire blankets are secured, keeping them warm and pliable ahead of the formation lap. Thirty seconds before the boys are released, they're peeled back off as everyone scrambles off the pavement. Verstappen leads them away down the 3.4 mile track for the formation lap. Dan does a few small power slides before taking his place on the second row.

One by one, the red lights illuminate and disappear quicker than your blink. Daniel gets away clean while Bottas stumbles out of the gate, leaving himself wide open for Daniel's overtake on his right side. Cheers erupt around you, your brother going so far as to lift you off your feet.

Maybe Dan had a shot at winning after all.

A nail-biting 38 laps pass without a change in the order of the top three. Finally, a mistake in Max's pit stop sees him return to track third, just behind Daniel. The McLaren driver puts up the fight of his life, late braking at every corner and defending his position for all he was worth. Lewis was twenty seconds ahead- he wouldn't be winning but he could defend his second place spot.

Lewis Hamilton, race winner for the seventh time at the Circuit of the Americas!

Daniel Ricciardo crosses the line second, Max Verstappen takes home that last podium step for Red Bull. An astonishing fifty six laps here today in Austin!

The box erupts around you, a roar of cheers making it impossible to hear what else Crofty and Brundle were saying. But it didn't matter as Daniel raises his fist when he swings back into parc ferme, jumping out to be congratulated by his team. It was his first podium for the papaya team and you can tell it means the world to them.

"Looks like you're taking Lewis out for a drink," your brother teases. "Told you he wouldn't win."

"He almost won," you counter. "But hey, I'm not above asking Lewis on a date. Could you imagine? I mean, he would never agree, but still. It would be a hell of a date."

If you crane your neck from the balcony, you can just barely see the podium. Everyone goes quiet for the anthems and erupts again when the champagne is sprayed. The McLaren team chant for a shoey, which Daniel obliges. He sits to unlace his mint green boot and pours champagne into it, drinking from the boot before passing it to Max who joins in on the fun.

Just as quickly as it began, the celebrations ebb. Daniel is the first to leave the podium which seems odd, given that the PR department surely wants his first big win for the team to be well documented.

Your phone buzzes a second layer. You fish it out of your pocket, a Cheshire grin splitting your face.

"Shouldn't you be busy celebrating?"

"I am," Dan starts, sounding breathless. You can barely hear him over the sound of the crowds chants behind him. "But I want to celebrate with you. I know I didn't win, but how about you let me buy you a drink instead?"

You barely hear anything beyond his first sentence. I want to celebrate with you. Were you dreaming? There was no way this was real.

"Um, I'm sorry, you want to celebrate by going out with me instead of your team?"

"If you'll let me. Hey- just text me okay? I can barely hear you over everyone screaming my name. It may be going to my head."

You laugh, drawing the attention of the vip's nearest you. You give an apologetic smile and move further from the crowd. "I'll text you an address. See you later, second place."

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 imagine #formula 1 fanfiction #formula 1 fantasy #formula 1 fanfic #f1 #f1 fanfic #daniel ricciardo fanfic #reader insert #my writing #speed and stress

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stanknotstark · 3 years

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Serinakakers As Proof

Serinakakers are actually called Norwegian butter cookies in english and I don’t think i’ve ever had one but they look good to me lol i didn’t feel like making a whole new otherworldly dessert sorry I’m lazy sometimes 😂

Summary: You’re dating Loki but keeping it a secret as per Loki’s request. The team starts to question if you’re lying about your ‘lover’ and Loki has to save you because Thor has really bad timing.

It all started two weeks into dating Loki. Loki was a little unsure what the team’s reaction to you two dating would be so he told you to keep it a secret for now. You respected his wishes but that didn’t stop you from flaunting about how you had the best ‘lover’ (Loki refused to be called boyfriend) in the world.

Two weeks in Valentines came up and Loki had a vase of beautiful flowers sent to you with a little card that said, “For the fairest of them all - your love” In reference to Snow White, which you had both watched very recently.

You had taken them around the whole tower, telling people it had come from your lover when they asked.

“At least give us his name, I promise to not, like, totally have a background check on him!” Tony says with a pout.

You laugh and shake your head. “No can do Tin Man. He doesn’t want you all to know who he is just yet.”

“See, that makes me a little skittish, if he doesn’t want us to know he has something to hide.”

“I agree with him and think he should remain nameless.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” Tony points out.

You shrug at Tony and do the motions for zipping your lips closed and throwing out the key.

Loki ends up picking a random day, a month later, to send you a big basket of chocolate, your favorite hard candies, and really small plushies of all the Avengers (It’s totally not his way of giving you sweets because you’re on your period). Your favorite plushy isn’t one of the Avengers, it’s a small plushy of Loki. Because you’re given the basket in front of everyone you make sure not to freak out over the Loki plushy but you keep stealing glances at the god who sits apart from everyone else, reading.

“He even got you Loki?” Steve asks bewildered.

“Like it or not, Loki is part of the group. Seems he has built a group of fans now.” You say, stealing a glance at Loki who smirks at his book. You know he’s pleased you’ve defended his honor.

“You do realize I’m right here, do you not?” Loki says, still not looking up from his book.

Steve at least has the decency to look ashamed and his cheeks flare up.

“There’s not a card with a name!” Tony says making everyone look at the basket again.

“Of course not, you dumbass.” You say, slapping the back of Tony’s head, Tony proceeds to throw his hands and slap away at your receding hand. Thor and Bruce chuckle with you at his childish antics.

“Can you at least give us a letter in his name?” Clint asks from your side.

You sigh and look to the ceiling in thought.

“K.”

“Kevin!” Clint immediately yells. “Wait, we don’t know a Kevin.”

“Who said you know who it is?” You ask as you gather your basket to put in your room.

Clint completely disregards what you said and yells, “Kate!”

Natasha hits Clint’s arm, “She’s straight, stupid.”

Tony then pipes in as you walk away rolling your eyes, “Kyle! Kaden! Kayden but with a y!”

“His name doesn’t start with a k guys!” You yell as the elevator closes, exasperated.

Next, a week and a half has passed when they start questioning your relationship. Thor figures it out but only because he grew up with the thing you’re gifted.

You had been the last one to enter the kitchen for dinner and right as you entered Thor came up to you with puppy dog eyes and was holding a tin of sweets. You take a long look at the delicacies, they’re some type of cookies, in a swirl pattern, and decorated with powdered sugar. Thor answers your questions right after you think that.

“They’re butter cookies, can I please have one, your boyfriend sent them.” Thor says making sure to enunciate the word boyfriend. Your eyes snap to Thor’s and the god smiles down at you. On one hand it looks innocent but you see past his facade.

He knows.

You clear your throat and grab the tin from him, making sure to pull one of the cookies out and give it to him.

“Since you’re nice, sure, big guy.” You say giving Thor a look that said ‘Say nothing’. Thor bounces from foot to foot, shoving his cookie in the face of the other Avengers.

“She likes me!” Thor roars then demolishes the cookie in a single bite.

You laugh, glance at Loki from under your lashes as you look at the cookies and pick one out to try.

When the cookie touches your tongue you can’t help closing your eyes and moaning. You chew and the cookie just melts in your mouth. You moan as your take another bite and you think you could practically orgasm this cookie is so damn good but remember the entire team is there.

When you finish the cookie you open you eyes and look at everyone. Tony is looking at you like he wants to eat you, Natasha is eating her food like she doesn’t fucking care, Steve is blushing so hard you think his head might explode. Clint is shocked, and Bruce is looking at you with a raised brow. The last person you look at is Loki who sits there staring at you with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eye that says he’s going to tear those noises from your lips again, this time without the cookies.

You cough and look at Thor who is smiling like he is satisfied. You understand why he wanted one so bad now.

“I’m sorry but what the fuck just happened.” Tony says shaking his head.

You laugh. “I had an orgasm while eating a cookie, get with the program.”

“Honestly, if his cookies are that good you need to marry the man, just saying.” Tony waves his had at you then goes on to start eating his dinner.

You go to eat another cookie but Loki finally says something.

“No dessert before dinner, put the cookies down.”

“Or what?” You challenge the god.

Loki raises a brow at you and levels you with a glare.

“Put them down.”

You suck on your gums and squint at the god as you put the cookies on the table.

“You’re lucky I like you.”

“Ok, first of all, you like everyone so I don’t see the point in saying that. Second, how have you told Loki you like him before me? We all know I’m the favorite around here.” Tony scoffs while aggressively stabbing a broccoli floret.

You take your seat next to Loki and that’s when it’s asked.

“Is your boyfriend even real? Or are you gifting yourself all these things so you’ll make one of us jealous?” Clint asks in a normal voice, he really doesn’t mean it to be mean.

You stop smiling at Tony and frown at Clint.

“He’s real.” You say a little hurt.

“I mean it just seems a little fishy.”

You pout at Clint.

“I could look into her purchases and see if she bought it herself.” Tony rouses from the other side of the table. He’t totally joking but Steve doesn’t take it that way.

“Tony! That’s private, you can’t just do that!” Steve tries protecting you.

You start to get a little angry.

“He’s real. If you don’t think he’s real then that’s on you. I know he is and that’s all that matters.” You reason, more for yourself than anything else.

Under the table you feel Loki’s hand squeeze at your thigh.

“Just give us something to let us know he’s real.” Tony pushes.

You slam your hands on the table and stand up so fast the chair you were in topples over.

“Stop!” Loki yells, in a quick move he stands and puts an arm in front of you, not to protect Tony but to stop you before you did something you regret.

The room is silent save for your rough breathing.

“It’s me.” Loki harshly says, glaring at Tony and Clint.

“You don’t have to cover for her, it’s embarrassing but-”

“Shut up!” You scream at Clint.

“I’m not trying to cover for her. I’ve been dating her for the past month and a half. I did not want her to tell you because I wasn’t sure how all of you would react.” Loki gets out then turns and brings you to him so he may kiss you.

Loki makes it a show for the team, relaxes as you lean into him, your hands wrapping around his neck and tugging at the nape of his neck. He pulls away before you can lose yourself in his kiss and looks at the team with a raised eyebrow as if asking ‘Is that enough for you?’.

Finally Thor peeps in between a big bite of his food. “Ay, Loki is telling the truth, those are Serinakakers, an Asgardian delicacy my mother used to make us.”

Loki rolls his eyes at his brother’s really bad timing and then looks back down at you, you’re still wrapped around him, now with a tiny smile on your lips as you look at him.

“Ok, darling?” Loki asks anyways.

“I’ll be happy if you let me take those cookies and eat those for dinner in my bedroom.”

Loki brings a hand up and trails a finger from the back of your jaw to your chin, going up to touch your bottom lip. “Only if you promise to make those sweet sounds every bite you take.” Loki whispers.

“Ok this is seriously gross, I’m literally gonna throw up.” Tony says with a fake gag.

You laugh and pull from Loki who glares at Tony. You point at Tony, then at Clint. “Don’t think you two are off the hook, I’m still royally pissed, you’re just lucky when I’m around Loki I can’t stay mad.”

You make your way around the table, Loki following, dinner forgotten, and pick up your cookies. Then, you head towards your room.

Halfway to the elevator Loki grabs your hand and doesn’t let go until you’re both laying on your bed enjoying your cookies. Talking about everything and nothing.

#loki x reader #loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #reader insert #my writing #i had this idea a few days ago and didn't have any time to really write it out #i feel i could have done more but my mind is working at like ADD mode right now #my adderall is wearing off cuz i took it early #so idk if ill get to write more or not #but hopefully i can ^^#also my transitions could use a little work i apologize about that i try not to make them so generic and like next #this happens #or like then he #and on this day #i just have trouble of thinking of good ways to transition sorry

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bucky-barmes · 3 years

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I told you you'd laugh at me

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In which reader tries to pat the local stray and Steve bandages her back up, only laughing a little

[a/n: a bit of a shorter one, kinda a drabble i guess?? idk i like it and it’s definitely something i would do oops]

[includes: blood (only a little), cat scratches, non-descriptive!reader (no gender/appearance), minor bad words (bitch, shit, crap, arse), no sexual themes, -18 friendly]

word count: 954 words

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The elevator doors to the tower slid open and you skulked in, clenching your forearm with your right hand. There was no visible blood through your fingers, but it still hurt like a son of a bitch. As the elevator announced the main living level of the tower, you straightened your back, reluctantly letting go of your arm. All in hopes that no one would notice.

As long as no one stopped you on your way to your room, you’d be fine. Just gotta get through the lounge, the kitchen and the somehow always busy hallway. Easy, right?

The doors slid open again and you shyly stuck your head out, looking right and then left. Coast clear, thank god. You stepped out, the warm air of the lounge making your left arm throb even more than it already was, making you wince. You padded softly through the lounge, trying to make as little sound as possible, not the easiest feat when walking on hardwood floors in Doc Martins. Successfully, you made it to the kitchen without being seen. “Halfway there.” You murmured to yourself, barely above a whisper, a satisfied smile making its way to your lips. That smile, however, disappeared completely when you turned to continue your way through the kitchen and collided with a… wall? No, a perfectly chiselled torso that could belong to only one person. “Steve?” His name squeaked out, weaker than you had planned. “Y/N, what’re you doing?” Steve’s head tilted to the side, questioning why you were sneaking around the tower, your home.

“Just, uh, practicing my sneaking for missions?” Damn you and your inability to lie. The best you could do was offer him an unsure smile. “Right, well, as decent of an effort that you were making, why?” He pressed further, only slightly bruising your ego. “You can never be too prepared for sneaking.” You jut your jaw out, confidence slowly rising, that is, until Steve’s unbelieving eyes burned into yours. Your eyes dropped. Shit. That familiar red colour was soaking through your sleeve. Not a lot, but enough to notice. And Steve noticed, obviously. “What the crap Y/N, you’re bleeding!” He grabbed your arm to assess the damage, causing you to wince. “Language, Captain.” An average attempt to keep the situation light. Steve always worried about the team, worried too much when minor things happened. Even more so when it came to you. Everyone else on the team had something extra about them, a suit made of iron, mad espionage skills, being a literal god. You? You were just an average Joe-blow that started as an intern thanks to Pepper and somehow ended up getting taken in by the team. You didn’t question it and you definitely didn’t mind it, there was never a boring day on the job.

“You didn’t answer my question, Y/N,” Steve pulled you to the kitchen table, pushing you down onto a chair by your shoulders. “What happened?” He was already in a cabinet, grabbing the first aid kit. “You’ll laugh at me.” You fidgeted with your fingers, recounting what happened. “Only if it’s extra silly.” He winked, placing the first aid kit on the table and rolling up your sleeve. “These are scratches, Y/N. Who did you piss off this time?” He analysed the scratches. Too small to be a human's nails, unless from a small child? Surely not, you could almost hold your own up against Sam, a child couldn't take you down. “That local stray I’ve been feeding,” you offered him a sheepish smile. “It was extra friendly today so I thought I could try and pat it.” “Y/N, cat scratches from a regular house cat can be dangerous, let alone a stray we know nothing about.” Steve rolled his eyes. God, you were cute. You’d taken a liking to the stray cat that had been lurking around the street, started feeding it because ‘it’s so skinny, I don’t think it has a home, Stevie’. He had helped you out with it, loving watching how happy it made you when the cat slowly started warming up to you. Clearly, it hadn’t warmed up to you 100% yet. He chuckled to himself at the thought of you trying to coax it out enough to reach out to it.

“I told you you’d laugh.” You stuck your bottom lip out in a pout, half mocking, half serious. “I’m not laughing at you, just at the thought of Tigger giving you a sideswipe.” You hissed as Steve dabbed your wounds with antiseptic. “I think he was just in a bad mood. I ran out of his favourite food and he wasn’t happy with me.” That only made Steve chuckle more. “Well he can’t have been too mad with you, the scratches aren’t too deep, no need for stitches or anything like that, just a couple’a bandages.” “It’s okay, I forgive him anyways. I’ll try again in a couple of days.” You offered him a giddy smile as you watched him wrap a bandage around your forearm. “I’m beginning to think your whole thing might be animal empathy.” “I definitely wouldn’t be mad at that.” Steve looked back to you, “and you’re all done. Next time you try to tame him, invite me too.” You cocked your head, not quite sure where he was going. “So I can have a front row seat.” “You are such an arse!” You narrowed your eyes, swatting his arm with your good hand.

“How about we go get some food, cat and human, what’d’ya say?” Steve smiled down at you, offering you a hand up. “Sounds good to me,” you take his hand up, walking towards the elevator. “And I’m sure Tigger would agree too.”

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simpforcrimeshows · 2 years

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ALASKA PART I

[slibbs-series]

AN: This is just a little beginning for me to slowly get warm with this :) I hope u like it.

Warnings: none, maybe cursing if u squint

"So when did you two meet?"

Jack carefully examined the variety of bonbons that took over the whole wall in shelves.

"Hm?" She expertly pulled a brown-colored packet out. Caramel.

"You and your husband. How did you meet?"

She forced gerself out of the sweet world in front of her and turned around to face the blond women who happened to be owner of her favourite shop around here.

The way the storm made her shiver and a raindrop rolling down her face. The way he opened the door and let her in with a welcoming smile. And the coffee. God, the coffee was good. The way he innocently told her to "Lock up when you're going."

She had been so proud to have succeeded in her technics until the elevator talk revealed that he knew where she was that day since the moment she flashed her ID.

The elevator. A place that was so full of current memories that gave her goosebumps.

Even though they may have happened a longer time ago it still felt like yesterday.

She strode between the shelves toward the cash register. A pair of warm lined socks magically found their way into her hand.

This store would make her poor. But she liked the ambience. And you could get everything from caramels to socks. Considering that Jack was more than happy to support the local economy.

She put the chosen items on the counter.

"We worked together."

The women smiled warmly. "Oh! Me and my husband too. But we still do... So what did you do?"

Jack huffed internally. When she moved here she could've already guessed how curious these villagers would be. It was a small town and new people are unusual in this place.

Alaska.

It had been surprising how fast she learned to love this place.

Silence, bright sun, wonderful nature.

Even though she needed more social interaction than Gibbs did, the town they lived in was beyond satisfying to fulfil that. And on top of that, nothing was better compared to live with the man that she was in love with.

It had been a long and stone-plastered road, but they did it. Of course there were still a few obstacles on their way to overcome. But they didn't come a long road to surrender on those. Living together was awhole new thing and they'd need to get used to it. But right now, it was the happiest place to be.

Her hand slipped in her pocket to pull the money coins out of her jeans.

"He's a carpenter and I've been his accountant."

That was her lie.

Always had been since they moved here. She knew it was better not to tell everybody who they had worked for. It would just raise suspisions. Luckily everybody believed her without a doubt. Gibbs could play the carpenter- role too well. Not that he knew about the lie. She never told him but there was no need to. He would only get into civilisation when he was with her anyways.

Jack hurried to grab her new bought items from the counter. She threw a smile to the watching women behind it and passed the variety of treasures towards the door. "Thank you and see you soon."

Before she could say something else Jack was already out the door.

The soft breeze stroked her cheeks and she exhaled loudly. She had fallen in love with the wind long ago. In Alaska the breeze that made the leafs swing lightly was even more special because at the same time it brought the scent of fir forests and cristal clear water in raging streams.

She quickly made her way to the old truck Gibbs was so obsessed with. It was funny just how much the choice of a car betrayed about someones personality.

She got in and placed her groceries on the passenger seat. Pulling the seat over her body she started the car and left the little uneven road.

It was only a five-minute-drive from the village but the cabin always felt like a whole new world.

Empty streets, forest and large areas that spring greenish grass had taken over lead her through Alaska.

A moment later she arrived at the home. In the back it was sourrounded by dark green-colored trees. Their height made it seem like they wanted to proove the superiority of mother nature.

In comparison the big grass area in front of the house was a good and welcoming contrast to the dark forest in the back.

From the outside you could see that the cabin wasn't brandnew. The wall had started to darken because the wet air slowly made it's way through the veins of the wood. The roof was full of moss and here and there little flowers slipped through the thick organic blanket.

The cabin, for all its rough edges, was wonderfully perfect for Jack. The furnishings were incredibly cozy and provided a comforting and welcoming atmosphere that saved Gibbs and Jack all too often when it rained. And when the sun was shining, they could go fishing nearby or simply stroll through the breathtaking landscape.

In other words: The cottage and Alaska were home.

Turning off the noisy engine, Jack grabbed her purchase and slipped out of the driver's seat. A first cold raindrop hit her cheek and rolled down her skin. A moment later, she heard water pounding down on the truck's windows like so many small stones. Jack quickly shoved the box of candy and socks under her sweater before the water would be able to hit them.

She squinted her eyes and kept a lookout for Gibbs as she hurried to the rescue shelter outside the door. "Gibbs?" A resigned sound from around the corner told her that he had just been chopping wood and was now trying to get his work dry under the caport.

She threw her haul into the safe house after hurriedly unlocking the door and ran outside to help her significant other. She held an arm protectively over her face, but that didn't stop the rain from drenching her entire hoodie in a 5 meter path. Gibbs was stowing a few pieces under the roof when Jack met him with the rest of the wood. He took it from her without a word, stowed it away, and, pulling her along by the hand, hurried to the door.

But just as they hurried around the corner, the door slammed in their faces with a loud 'thump'.

"Oh for gods sake!" Jack cursed. Blue eyes searched hers. "Key?"

She shook her head. "Threw it in with my stuff."

He sighed, searching in his pockets for the redemption. When he just found his knife he pulled cursed too. "What do we do now?" Jacks hazel brown's searched his face for some of his genious ideas. Gibbs squeezed her hand reassuringly.

"Stay here. I'll find us a way in." Then he was already around the corner. Jack leaned on the wall, wrapping her arms around herself to keep warm at least a little longer.

Gibbs strode around the house, trying to find a way in. He expertly checked every window. And then he was lucky. The window to the bathroom was half opened. But it was small. He surely wouldn't fit but maybe Jack was small enough.

He hurried back. Jack stood rattling, leaning against the wooden wall of the hut, convulsively trying to keep all the warmth with her through her soaked sweater. He stripped off his weatherproof jacket and put it on her. "But what about you? You're going to get sick!" He laughed. "You need it more than I do right now. Besides, I'm not going to get sick. I never will."

After he had told her what to do she slipped around the corner. A moment later the door in front of him opened, revealing the small corridor. Jack hurried to peel herself out of her wet clothes, creating a path of them along her way to the bathroom.

Gibbs got out of his shoes when he detected the caramels and thick socks on the floor. He couln't hold back a chuckle. Whenever she told him she'd drive down to the village to 'see whats going on there' she always returned with bonbons and socks. It was just her way of getting out. And he could never get mad about that.

He grabbed her treasures and placed them on the kitchen counter. He wiped a wet strand of hair out of his face. "Coffee?" The door to the bathroom stood open an inch. A women voice appeared out of it a moment later.

"It's crazy you're still asking that."

He chuckled and turned on the coffee machine. When he finished pouring the coffee into two cups suddenly the now running water and steam in the bathroom seemed much more inviting than just hot battery acid. Not to mention the women wasting the water drops.

He took both cups with him and entered the bathroom quietly. The steam was hot and the air had already turned thick. He carefully placed the coffee on the sink. He took a sip, the bitter liquid running down his throat when he undressed himself.

Jack had just started washing her hair when she suddenly felt two hands coming to rest on her waist and a warm front pressed against her back.

"Hi cowboy."

He chuckled behind her, kissing her neck gently.

"What are you trying to do, huh?" She let the water collect the soap and rinsed her soft blonde hair.

She could feel him smirk against her skin.

"Saving water."

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plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms · 3 years

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Disconnected (New Series Preview)

Full Chapter 1 has been posted. Check it on my masterlist.

Summary: Faced with a new enemy intent on causing havoc around the world, the Avengers are in need of some help. Tony volunteered a friend he said was perfect with her knowledge of explosives and technology. You were not what they expected.

Fandoms: Avengers, Marvel

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader, Avengers x Mutant!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: EVENTUAL SMUT. IMPLIED SMUT. SEXUAL BEHAVIOURS. (Do not read if you are under 18), Cursing, Canon Level Violence, Blood, Gore, Mentions of Past Trauma, Abandonment Issues, Adorable Pining, Oblivious Reader, Mild Angst, Fluff

A/N: New series preview! Yay! Contrary to the angst I have been writing against Steve, he is actually my comfort character. And I am in need of comfort right now.

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1: Unexpected Packaging

Steve Rogers fiddled with his phone as he leaned against the conference table in the Avengers Compound, one hand on his hip and a deep crease on his brow. He was frowning down at the device like he often did. It's been years since he was thawed out and he should be used to technology by now, and he was, but innovation was so fast paced now that by the time he got the hang of one thing there were already three upgrades available. It was aggravating.

"Need help with that, old man?" Natasha smirked from the seat beside him, her legs propped up on the table while she nibbled on a chocolate bar.

He snorted, more than just used to his teammate's teasing. He glanced around, silently doing a head count before he nodded satisfied that everyone was there. Well everyone that needed to be there anyway.

Clint was snoozing on a chair, arms crossed and chin dropped to his chest. His bow sat on his lap, not having the chance yet to put his gear away after just returning from a mission. Bruce was in a corner, head bowed as he read the data on the tablet he held. His hand was alternating between scratching his beard and pulling at his hair, clearly unhappy with what he was seeing. Wanda and Vision were sat facing each other, staring adoringly at the other while having a silent discussion in their minds. A loving conversation privy only to them. In stark contrast beside them was Sam and Bucky, the former much too entertained with teasing the latter who was visibly growing more and more irritated.

He couldn't help the small quirk at the corner of his lips at the clumsy dynamic of their makeshift family. Even as they were preparing to face a new nefarious enemy, he was confident in his team. That was the reason they were all gathered there that afternoon. The Avengers were going against a new organization who was quickly making a name for themselves by strategically bombing iconic sites in multiple cities. They were succeeding so far in maintaining their anonymity and causing chaos wherever they struck. They needed help.

"Stark's late," Bucky grumbled, half because of waiting and the other half because of Sam. Their love-hate relationship was complicated at best, but there was no doubt that they had each other's back.

"Who even is he bringing?" Natasha said, immediately suspicious as is her nature. Steve was apprehensive about that too. He would take the help but he would much prefer knowing everything about a person before he trusts them with having his back.

Before theories and doubts could be thrown around, the elevator dinged signaling the arrival of Tony Stark. They saw him first through the glass walls of the conference room, walking with purpose ahead with a giddy grin on his face. What threw them off was the person who trailed behind him.

There was a confidence in your strut, your strides sure with each step even if this was your first time in the premises. Your shoulders were slumped forward just the slightest bit, in what most would misconstrue as nerves where in fact it was plain curiosity. It wasn't your physical presence that shocked them. It was the fact that you were heavily restrained.

Your hands were fully encased in a wide rounded cylinder that covered up to your forearms. The case was thick and made with black reinforced metal, impossible to get out of. A small screen was on top, blinking blue and displaying information. On your mouth was a muzzle, similar to the one they placed on Loki years ago, but wider and wound around your head.

"What the hell?" Sam voiced what everyone was thinking.

They were expecting a new teammate; perhaps a highly skilled agent like Natasha, an enhanced like Wanda, a genius like Tony. Hell, they wouldn't even be surprised if they somehow pulled out another Hulk. Whatever you were was nowhere on the list of possibilities and at that point they didn't even know a single thing about you. And Tony looked far too happy. It unnerved every single one of them.

Your head turned to face them, sensing the many eyes on you. Through the glass separating you from them, Steve locked eyes with you and the breath was knocked out of him. He couldn't see half of your face but your eyes alone were magnetic; glinting with mischief, deep with intellect, and crinkling at the corners indicating you were smiling under the muzzle.

You were trouble.

When you and Tony entered the room, Steve noted that your eyes quickly flit from one person to another. If he wasn't paying such close attention to you, he would have missed the fact that you paid more than just a cursory glance at his team. No, you had thoroughly assessed each one from head to toe and carefully catalogued what you observed. In the few seconds that your eyes almost maniacally darted across the room, you had analyzed their capabilities and calculated their threat level.

You were definitely trouble.

"Uh, Tony?" Natasha said, carefully keeping a safe distance but a discerning eye on the newcomer who was clearly dangerous to be needing such drastic binds. "What's with Loki the sequel?"

Tony looked at Natasha for a moment, confused at her reaction. Then his gaze moved through the room of superheroes, all with tense looks and poised to jump into action at a moment's notice. Then finally he looked at you literally bound and gagged but looking relaxed as you tilted your constraints up and down in an almost playful manner. He realized his mistake.

"Oh," he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I realize now that this looks bad."

There was a chorus of snorts and sarcastic hums in the room while you continued to toy with your god-grade handcuffs seemingly unbothered by the barely contained animosity directed at you. Tony put his hands up a bit and stepped slightly in front of you. Natasha was the most curious at the protective gesture.

"The restraints aren't actually there to detain her," he explained carefully. "They're more for her entertainment."

The loud clang of heavy metal hitting the floor boomed through the room as the device encasing your arms disengaged. The noise had startled everyone in the room and alerted Clint who had slept through the whole introduction. He jolted awake, instinctively grabbed his quiver, and shot straight at you before anyone could even realize what he was doing.

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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Little Secret Part 2 // Changbin

🍄 | genre: smut mini-series ☁️ | pairing: Seo Changbin x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 3.6k 🌸 | includes: virgin!reader, kinda romantic, lots of smoochin’, lil bit of begging, reaaally soft sex, oral (f!receiving), consent :), protected sex, aftercare? ig

v Please read part one first! v

“Alright, I’m gonna go. Thanks for having me over.” Changbin thanked his closest friend, always polite and courteous to Jisung for allowing him to come over so often.

“Cmon, you know you’re always welcomed here.” Jisung cleaned up their mess of popcorn and chips, tossing the bowls into the kitchen sink before helping Changbin leave. “See ya tomorrow in the studio, right?”

“You know it!” Changbin waved to Jisung as he entered his car. His car started with a hum, and the Bluetooth connected to his phone and continued where his Spotify left off. Ignoring whatever song was playing, Changbin dropped his forehead into the steering wheel as he faced the text message app in his phone. He patiently waited for you, staring at the bright screen, until he saw the familiar ellipsis text bubble appear in the lower-left corner. His face lit up with glee, and he felt his heart start beating out of his chest.

Changbin knew all too well that you had a crush on him. You made it more than obvious, stuttering over your words whenever he talked to you or hiding in your room whenever he was over. He and Jisung would joke about it in an attempt to brighten an otherwise problematic situation, but deep down, Changbin liked it. He liked the way you stared at him when he would be shirtless around your house. He liked the way you would go quiet in your room whenever he would start to talk purposefully loud about his sex life. He even liked it when he would go upstairs to use the restroom and hear your little moans of his name from inside your bedroom. He was always such a tease to you, and he couldn’t deny that he liked you too, but not in the exact same way.

Changbin lived alone. He had his own apartment downtown, and although he was known for DJing at parties, he would spend a lot of nights alone, left to his own thoughts. To combat intrusive or self-destructive thoughts, he would jerk off, obviously. And as much as he tried to focus on the pornography in front of him, he would always end up closing his eyes and letting his mind wander to you. The image of you riding him, bouncing on his cock as your chest rose and fell, was a go-to for him whenever he needed to cum fast. The thoughts of you doing sinful things with him never appeared until the beginning of this school year when he saw you carry a package to your room that was not-so-discretely a package from a sex shop. He always thought of you as extended family, being his best friend’s brother and all, but after imagining what naughty things might have been in that box, his mind was set. You were the only girl that could satisfy him.

He knew his experience would frighten you, but he wanted to ruin you more than anything. Jisung had never seen you with a partner, and although this was second-hand information, Changbin would love to take your virginity, making you cum over and over again anyway he can.

This was his chance. He never knew how to make the first move on you without Jisung noticing, but if this was how it had to be, then this is how it had to be.

You walked out to his car after sneaking past your brother, taking a seat in the passenger seat of Changbin’s car, refusing to look at him, although Changbin’s eyes were focused on you. He smiled gently, attempting to lighten the mood.

“Look, I said I’m sorry.” Changbin placed a hand on your shoulder and you gulped loudly. You could have sworn you felt your heart to a frontflip.

“Changbin,” your voice was quiet, scared of what was about to happen, “if you don’t want to do this, then I-”

“Y/n, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.” You were speechless. You darted your eyes to meet his, and his gaze was dripping with sincerity and lust. “Let’s go back to my place. You can sleep over, I don’t care. I just want you right now.”

“Wa-want me?” You bit your bottom lip, unable to believe the current situation you were in. The boy you’ve had a crush on since middle school was about to fuck your brains out until the sun came up. Your mind was foggy, but not foggy enough to refuse Changbin’s advances.

His right hand rested on your thigh the whole 30 minute drive to his apartment, and you almost started shaking just thinking about what he was going to do to you. All your filthy fantasies were about to come to life, or you hoped they would.

Despite your excitement, the thought of Jisung finding out terrified you. Although you fought constantly, he was always protective. He would never let anyone lay a finger on his precious little sister. The only person that could bully you was him. If he knew what his best friend was about to do to you, he’d explode out of anger.

Changbin knew this. He knew damn well what he was doing would upset his best friend, but he couldn’t let this go any longer. Changbin would make lewd jokes about you infront of Jisung, each time resulting in Jisung fake-puking and threatening the older’s life if he were to ever even think of fucking you.

Ah, if only he knew.

You arrived at Changbin’s apartment. The elevator ride to the third floor was silent, but Changbin stayed close to your side the entire time. Your mind was still a mess, but Changbin’s presence made you a little bit at ease. As painfully horny as he made you, he was still your first love. You loved to be around him.

Once inside of his apartment, Changbin eased you in and welcomed you, giving you a quick “this is the living room” tour. You sat on his couch per his request and nestled back into the soft upholstery. Everything smelled like Changbin (unsurprisingly), and you almost fell asleep the second you sat down before Changbin sat next to you and leaned into your ear.

“This is your first time, right?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin. His voice was deep and hardly above a whisper. You felt so hot, and the atmosphere was so hot, and when you looked at him, he looked so hot. Holy shit. This is happening.

“Yeah, but that’s okay, right?” You leaned away from him, afraid he would pounce on you at any moment. He noticed the fear in your eyes, and his glassy eyes reverted to his soft, warm gaze. He laughed it off, gently placing his hands on your hips and pulling you onto his lap, earning a quiet yelp from you.

“Of course that’s okay, baby.” His nickname for you melted your heart. You blushed brightly, and Changbin thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. He felt his chest get tight as a smile stretched across his face. “Tell me if it’s too much, alright?”

“Alright, Bin.” He leaned in, and you realized you hadn’t kissed anyone since Junior prom (Don’t tell Jisung! It was a one time thing!). What if you weren’t good enough for him? What if you were bad at this? What if-

Then his lips were on yours. He waited patiently for you to get more comfortable, never moving on until you began to kiss him back. The kiss was so light and sweet, something Changbin hadn’t experienced since high school, but it honestly made his heart sing. He was the one that was supposed to be teaching you! What the fuck was this? Your hands quickly found their place on his shoulders and the back of his neck as you pulled yourself closer to him. You could feel him semi-hard under you, and you gently pushed your body down to feel more of him without thinking that he would also feel you push down on him. He pulled back and hissed, cursing under his breath. You tried to apologize, but before you could utter a word, his eye contact made you speechless.

“Eager, are we?” His smirk made your heart drop. God, he was so good looking it made your brain error. Of course you were eager, but you didn’t want to fully submit immediately. You were always a baby to him, so this could be your chance to have him see you as more mature, right?

“I just wanted to feel you.” Your sweet little voice made Changbin swoon. He knew you were innocent, and as much as he wanted to ruin you, there was an angel on his shoulder telling him to be gentle and caring. He wrapped his arms around you and brought you into another kiss, this time greedier and heavier than the last one, but you felt safe in his arms.

Changbin’s lips on your jawline felt like nirvana. He was so gentle with you, yet still domineering enough to make you entirely pliant in his arms, not like you’d know what to do if he actually let you be in control. You felt his kisses become rougher as he began sucking hickeys onto your neck. You arch your back and lean into his body, giving him full access to your neck. His hands went from supporting his weight at your sides to exploring your body, feeling you up over your shirt as slowly as possible.

“Take this off, princess.” Changbin tugged at the bottom of your shirt, hoping you get the hint. You nodded and hastily tossed your shirt off, exposing your braless chest. “Oh? Nothing on underneath?”

You looked down and covered your chest with your arms. Fuck, why were you so nervous? You’ve wanted this for years and now you’re shy? Changbin grabbed your wrists and slowly pulled you away from yourself, again exposing your chest to him. His face was unreadable aside from the casual smile that made your head spin.

“So beautiful.” Your face was as red as a tomato. His hands moved from holding your wrists to holding your hands, keeping you from covering your body. “This is what I’ve been missing out on this whole time? Damn, I should have done this sooner.”

He looks to you for any sign of discontent, but your soft puppy eyes tell him everything he needs to know, and he knows you need him. He dives his head into your chest, taking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue circling the sensitive bud, and takes your other breast into his hand, gripping your nipple between his fingers and twirling it gently enough to make you keen. He was so good at what he was doing, and you couldn’t help but moan and whimper, especially when his teeth began to tug at your nipple.

Switching his head from one breast to the other, he briefly makes eye contact with you, and your adorably innocent gaze is enough to make him fully hard, his cock begging to be let out of his sweatpants. You looked so good, and the spit dripping from your chest lead down to where he wanted his mouth the most: your cunt.

His heavenly touch left your chest, and you whined from the lack of stimulation before he stood up from the couch, taking you up in his arms in the process. He carried you to his bed, placing you down softly on the sheets. The smell of his overwhelmed you as you sunk into his pillows, quickly becoming blissed out and ready for more.

Changbin joined you on the bed, taking his position between your legs, kissing your tummy and moving down to the waistband of your pants. You knew what was coming, but you didn’t know if you were ready. Your heart was beating out of your chest as Changbin looks to you again, lightly tugging at your pants.

“Bin, c-can you turn off the lights?” You point to the switch on the wall, and Changbin giggles before getting up and switching them off. The street lights from outside his window illuminated the room just enough for Changbin to still see the warm glow radiating from your body. He took a second to look at you, legs spread wide and chest arched up. Your eyes were glued to Changbin too, who had a noticeably large bulge in his pants. It was then that you realized you wanted this. You were ready for anything Changbin wanted to give you, to do to you.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous, baby.” He comes back between your legs, and you raise your hips for him to slide off your shorts. The underwear you had on was nothing special, but Changbin loved it nonetheless. His fingers pressed your wet panties into your even wetter cunt, making the area fully drenched in your slick. You whined, desperately wanting more stimulation.

“Please fuck me, Bin.” You didn’t know you had it in you to be so vulgar, and neither did Changbin. His eyes go wide as he looks up at you. You were so desperate, tears were lining your eyes.

“Not yet, babe. Let me taste you first.” He slides your panties down your legs, adding them to the rest of the clothes. Now you’re fully naked, and fully at Changbin’s disposal. A single finger runs through your folds, and you whine when he begins to play with your clit, making small, calculated circles around the nerves.

While your eyes are closed, he leans down and lays on his stomach to become eye-level with your pussy. His fingers leave your clit only to be replaced by his mouth, sucking and licking at your clit. You buck into his face subconsciously, and he can tell how much you love it by the liquid dripping out of your cunt. One finger slides in with ease, and when he bends it, you arch your back even more, and Changbin quickly finds your g-spot.

“Bin, more, please.” Changbin could bust in his pants by how much you’re begging for him, but he loves it. Your voice gets so high-pitched and whiny every time you try to speak, but he loves it.

He adds two more fingers, now thoroughly stretching you out. The drag of his fingers is insane, and he can reach deeper inside you than you ever could. You push onto his hand, subtly riding his fingers as he pumps them into you. His mouth is still attached to your clit, lapping you up like it’s his last meal. You feel yourself begin to become undone, and you throw your head back from the overwhelming pleasure.

“Bin, c-close.” That’s all you can squeak out before Changbin sucks harsher at your clit, pumps faster inside you, and makes you cum on his face and fingers. Your cum coats him as you shake from the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced thus far. You moan his name loudly, and hearing you curse so much is beyond sexy to Changbin. Your sweat reflecting the street lights, your back arched with your perky titties standing up, your beautiful moans and sounds. It’s all too perfect to be true.

“Good girl.” Changbin takes his fingers out of you and sits up when you’re through your orgasm. He sucks off his fingers, tasting your sweet cum. The sight was too much, and you wanted nothing more than for Changbin to finally fuck you and take your virginity. “Is my girl ready for my cock?”

“Y-yes Changbin, please, I need your cock.” You raise your hips, this time to get his attention back to your most sensitive area. He looks down and notices your neediness. Changbin’s shirt flies over his head and joins the rest of your clothes on the floor. He’s sitting between your legs on his knees, giving you a moment to ogle at his sculpted body, which you did.

You’ve seen him shirtless before, but this time was different. Now his body was over you, not across the room or in the pool. You subconsciously reached out to him, leaning forward and running a hand down his abs, stopping at the waistband of his sweatpants.

“Are you enjoying yourself?” Changbin laughs, but you get unbelievably embarrassed in a matter of seconds, leaning back and covering your face with your arms. Changbin pins your hands above your head and leans down to kiss your blushing face all over until finishing on your lips, his tongue dancing with yours. “Don’t be shy, baby. Just calm down and let me take care of you.”

That smile. It was so sincere. You felt like he cared. Immediately, your heart burns with passion as you lean forward to kiss him while still being held down by his hands. His hands move down your arms to your chest, feeling you up one more time before you feel his hands leave your body. He breaks the kiss and leans to his bedside drawer, pulling out a condom.

Without missing a beat, he pulls his pants and boxers down his thighs, his cock springing free. It’s a lot bigger than you had imagined, but that’s okay. You wanted him more than anything, and judging by the precum leaking out of his tip, he wanted you too.

Changbin slides the condom down his shaft, making sure to pinch the tip of the rubber. He leans down and holds your hands at your sides, entwining his fingers with yours. You try to take deep breaths to calm down, but now that he feels so close, your heart feels as if it could burst out of your chest at any moment.

“This might hurt, but it will feel good, I promise.” He runs his tip through your folds, getting the head wet with your juices before lining up with your entrance. “Do you trust me, Y/n?” You nod, but that isn’t enough for Changbin. “Words, baby. Do you trust me?”

“Yes!” All you can do is whimper and squeak, a mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbling inside you. “Yes, Changbin. I trust you.”

Changbin pushes his member into you, stretching you around him. It feels like you’re about to be split in half, like your lower half could just fall off. Fuck, was it painful. But as Changbin bottoms out, he just waits. He waits for your face to go from pure pain to pure pleasure. You’re biting harshly down on your lip, holding in any whines from the pain. After a moment, you let out a moan and push down onto his cock as if it wasn’t already fully inside you.

“Bin,” your glassy eyes meet his, “move.”

His thrusts are slow and steady, making this the most enjoyable experience for you. Although you’re far from an orgasm, Changbin is scarily close. Your cunt feels like it was made for him. You’re tight, so fucking tight, but just enough for Changbin to still fit. He looks down and catches his cock disappearing into your dripping hole. The sight is filthy, and he loves it. If that wasn’t enough to make him close, your pretty moans were.

He knew your face was pretty, but your sounds, dear god your sounds. You sounded like an angel. Whenever you moaned his name, Changbin could feel his heart flutter. You sounded so damn pretty, like the best song he’d ever heard.

Changbin’s thrusts became more sloppy as he struggled to hold back his impending orgasm. You just looked so hot. The way your face scrunched up when he thrusted into you, moaning and whining with every moment. Your chest bouncing in rhythm to the sound of his balls hitting against you. It was all too much.

You felt Changbin’s cock throb inside you, and you instinctively tighten around him. With a shaky breath, he cums inside the condom. His pretty little high-pitched groans as he came made you smile, thinking to yourself, yeah, I did that.

He pulled out and disposed of the full condom. You held your arms out to him as he watched you sleepily make a little grabby hands gesture towards him. You looked so cute, how could he not cuddle with you?

Then you realized you had to pee.

But you came back as fast as you could to cuddle with him, pulling yourself into his chest, hearing his heartbeat and making your breathing in sync with his. His warmth enveloped you. You felt like you belonged there, laying in his arms with a gentle smile on your face as you were nodding off to sleep.

Changbin watched your eyes flutter shut, admiring how adorable you looked in his big arms. He wanted to talk to you, make sure you were okay, but you were already asleep by the time he collected his thoughts. All he could do was pull you closer, taking in the sweet scent of your messy hair.

Changbin was always hooking up with girls and going on dates, but nothing ever stuck. Recently, he’s been keeping to himself, and whether he’d like to admit it or not, it was because of you and his wicked thoughts. His feelings towards you for the past few months have always been of sexual attraction, nothing more. Now, actually having you in his arms, he didn’t know if his feelings were entirely rooted in lust or if he wanted something more… no. There’s no way Changbin was going to catch feelings for his best friend’s sister. No way. No fucking way.

How would Jisung react if he found out? How would he even find out? If you wouldn’t snitch, neither would Changbin, and you both subconsciously agreed to never utter a word to your brother. There was no way he could find out. No way. No fucking way.

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An hour ago, Jisung got an alert on his phone. It was way too late for one of his booty calls to be texting him. What the fuck would alert him at this hour.

Life360

Y/n arrived at Changbin’s Apartment.

No way. No fucking way.

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btsslowburnfic · 3 years

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The Arrangement Ch. 19

Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi

Chapter Summary: After the photoshoot you and Yoongi decompress

Previous Chapter here AN: SO FLUFFY UGH

You slunk back to the elevator and just stood there for a second. What a weird day. You pulled out your phone to double check your work schedule and saw a message from Yoongi.

YG: I ordered pizza.

You smiled.

YN: Oh yeah? Did you order enough to share?

YG: *Eyeroll*

YN: :D Where is this food? Apartment? Studio?

YG: Apartment. Photoshoots wear me out.

You pushed the button for the 18th floor. Other people got on and off as you made your way there; it was the end of the work day for most of the hourly staff. You finally arrived at your stop and headed left.

You opened the door and took off your shoes, immediately noticing the delicious odor of bread and hot cheese filling the air. You had been running around all day and just now realized, other than a few carrots, you hadn't eaten today.

"Oh my God thank you so much." You declared as you walked into the kitchen. You eyed the box sitting on the counter and looked around for Yoongi. “Helllooooooo?”

“Good. I’m starving.” You saw him rise up like a reanimated corpse from the couch.

“You didn’t have to wait on me.” You reprimanded, even though you thought it was incredibly thoughtful. Yoongi just shrugged and walked into the kitchen.

You opened the box and handed him a plate.

“I have no idea if you ‘ll like this.” He said as he took some pieces.

“I like food. My favorite food is the food in front of me.” You took the plate over to the table, going back for some water.

Yoongi followed suit, quieter than normal.

“You ok?” You asked.

“Yeah, just tired. Photoshoots take so much more energy.” He collapsed down into the chair.

The air was filled for silence for several minutes as the two of you stuffed your faces. Finally, you worked up the nerve to ask, “Sooooooo…...did you know Bongcha was asking you out or are you oblivious?”

Yoongi looked up, shaking the bangs out of his face. “I knew. But what should I say to her? "No I don’t want to go out with you" and ruin her day? Upset her at work? It would make things awkward for both of us. Nah. Just request another stylist for a few months.”

You pursed your lips together in thought. “Why not just date her though? She’s cute. You guys get along. Why go through this whole elaborate contract scenario?” You gestured to yourself.

Yoongi sighed. Ugh he had been dreading you asking him about the contract. Things had been going so normal. He thought, stupidly, maybe he could just never think about it again. Of course with Namjoon and BPD up his ass he knew that was unlikely. He realized he had been quiet for too long. “Look, If I actually dated someone I worked with and then it didn't work out, imagine the fallout. The scandal. The wasted time. Plus then I'd have to go on dates and stuff. I'm busy.”

You rolled your eyes "We went to a diner the other night. And the grocery store."

Yoongi blinked his eyes and stuffed more food in his mouth. “Not dates.”

You scowled. "You spent all Sunday driving a van and putting up with my family'

Yoongi chewed, taking as much time as possible to think of a response. “Yeah but I did that because I wanted to."

You rolled your eyes, “You're a weirdo "

"Says the girl who signed a contract to marry a guy she didn't know. And who doesn’t eat their pizza crust. Are you 5 years old?"

"Crust is gross. Anyways. I'm a very good judge of character, I will have you know." You pouted at having been admonished over your crust preferences.

"That's true. You could tell Namjoon was an asshole within 30 seconds I bet." He jested.

"Haha yeah. I could tell he was rich and full of himself by his demeanor and then when he opened his mouth, he confirmed the asshole part. And, I knew Alice was awesome within like 2 seconds.”

Yoongi pushed his plate over a bit and interlaced his fingers. Resting his chin on them, he asked, “OK. So what was your first impression of me?”

You laughed as you recalled sprinting in your work clothes. “That you were busy. Very busy. And a little bit short on patience, but I thought that's because you were in a hurry.”

“Sounds about right.” He took a sip of his water.

“The second time I met you, you were putting on an act for Namjoon. Still not sure why... " You eyed him suspiciously. “You guys have a fucked up dynamic "

"You are right all-around there. Cheers." He lifted his glass in your direction."You did a great job today."

You scoffed, "I literally just pointed at things and handed you stuff.”

“Hey I've been to shoots before, you haven't. Today went much smoother than usual. “

“Really?” You rocked back in your seat.

“Yep.” He stood up and extended his hand." Do you want more? "

"Yes please. Thanks again for ordering. I didn't realize how hungry I was til I got home.”

“‘Same.” He took the plates to the kitchen and returned with more food. Sitting them down on the table. He pulled his laptop over and looked over some things as you guys sat in silence for a few minutes. You scrolled through your phone, returning some texts from Jimin and your brother.

"Do you want to go watch something?" he asked, taking you by surprise.

You raised your eyebrows, “You're not going to work?"

"I told you, photoshoots wear me out. I'm done for today."

"Yeah sure," you stood up and grabbed the plates. "I'll clean up the leftovers and get changed. Pick whatever."

You travelled up to the loft area about ten minutes later, much more comfortable in your leggings and oversized sweatshirt.

Yoongi was waiting on the couch, the remote in his hand as he scrolled through the menu. You plopped down on the other end, covering your mouth as you yawned.

“Grab a pillow. You know you’re going to fall asleep.” He said without looking over.

“No I won’t,” You protested through another yawn.

He shot you a look that told you he knew you were full of shit and got up. He returned a minute later, throwing a pillow at the back of your head.

“Hey.”

“You’re welcome.” He sat back down, adjusting himself into a comfortable position.

You grumbled a thank you as you balled the pillow into a couch-compatible shape and leaned up against it. You pulled back for a second. It smelled just like Yoongi. This was his pillow. You looked over, his eyes were still scanning the screen.

“Since you’re going to fall asleep in ten minutes I’m putting on my favorite documentary.” He said matter-of factly.

“I will last more than ten minutes.” You declared. You heard a small snort come out of his mouth as he dimmed the lights and pressed play. You started to watch the movie and tried to pay attention, but your heartbeat was racing. You kept replaying earlier conversations in your head and also smelling the pillow. You felt like a pervert. The man across the couch was completely oblivious. You stared at him for a few seconds and realized that yes, you did like him. Well Shit. You didn’t have too much time to ruminate on this as your eyelids began to grow heavy. Soon you were passed out, just as Yoongi predicted.

Ten minutes into the NBA show he looked over, a knowing smile crept onto his face. You were out.

He took a deep breath. What the fuck was he doing? He tried not to think about it too much. Every time he thought about you and the contract it left him feeling weird. The thought that you were getting paid to like him and to hang out with him, didn’t sit well at all. But he knew there was so much more to it than that. He picked up his notepad and wrote a few lyrics, the movie playing for background noise at this point.

After several minutes he looked at his writing. Satisfied, he stood up and slipped the notebook into a desk. He didn’t think you would snoop, but better safe than sorry. He looked back at the couch and smirked. He thought it was hilarious you thought you would stay awake when he knew better. He went over to the stuffed animal line and pulled out a Snorlax. Appropriate, he thought as he sat it down on top of your side. He snapped a picture. Sweet revenge. Stretching, he decided to head to bed himself; only slightly lamenting that he had given you his favorite pillow and now he would have to use the flatter one. NEXT CHAPTER

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buckybarnesthehotshot · 4 years

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you’re always right (ransom drysdale x reader)

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summary: Y/N’s a self-made woman and Ransom somehow convinces her to play his girlfriend for one night.

word count: 3061

warnings: mentions of alcohol, misogynistic comments, swearing (duh it’s ransom), ransom being kinda OOC n this not being proofread (oh god)

prompts: 11. "We're not done yet." & 5. Pretending to date.

A/N: Yes this is my first time writing about ransom, but what better way to do it than through @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817‘s August writing challenge (advanced happy birthday y’alls)

“Oh, come on, y/n! You owe me after that time I pretended to be your boyfriend at that nightclub,” Ransom huffed, pulling an eye roll from the h/c-haired girl.

“That was different! I didn’t introduce you to my family, I made you help me get rid of a chatty creep,” y/n pointed out, also earning an eye roll from Ransom.

“Yeah, but you owe me! I didn’t get laid that night because every other girl in the club knew I was your boyfriend,” Ransom pleaded. He really wanted y/n to be there to help him smite the rest of his family.

“What are you trying to prove to your whack-job of a family, huh? And why do I have to pretend to be your girlfriend; I’m sure introducing a friend to them would come as a shock to them anyways,” y/n chuckled, earning a scoff from Ransom.

“Because they think I have commitment issues. If I tell them I’ve had a steady girlfriend for a whole damn year, and that you’re not just some sort of bimbo, they’ll lose their shit!” Ransom exclaimed, his eyes lighting up as he imagined the faces of shock that would be painted on his family’s face.

“If I do this, I get to borrow that sweater you love so much any time I want to,” Y/N smirked proudly. Ransom’s eyed narrowed, barely recalling the last time Y/N got her hands on his beloved sweater.

“Why do you need my sweater? You’ve got the money to get yourself your own sweater for fuck’s sake!” Ransom huffed in annoyance.

“Because I know for a damn fact that you’ve had that sweater since we were in college together. It’s worn out and it’s cozy so I want it,” y/n pointed out, pulling a groan from Ransom. For years, y/n’s been his only friend as he was hers. He knew that if she wanted something, she was getting it one way or another.

“Fine. I’m picking you up at 7 on Friday. If you aren’t dressed by then, I’m ditching you,” Ransom scoffed, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

“We both know you can’t just ditch me, Drysdale. We both know you intend to fuck with your family by having me show up with you,” y/n chuckled, downing a shot.

“I hate that you’re always so fucking right, l/n. Jesus, you know me better than my shit-eating family does,” Random chuckled. y/n and Ransom had that dynamic between them ever since they met at that frat party in college. They were both intelligent in their own right, but whenever they were around each other, that intelligence went to shit while they drank together in whatever run-down bar they could find.

“Shouldn’t we come up with a backstory real quick before we get piss drunk?” y/n suggested, stirring the clear liquid in her glass.

“We could stick to the ‘we met in college’ bit, but we should cut out the part where we stayed friends. There is no way in hell they’re finding out about half the shit we’ve been through. We met again last year, in a bar like this, and it was love at first sight then—” Ransom went on, only to be cut off by y/n.

“They won’t believe that shit, Drysdale. Who the fuck would think you’d believe in ‘love at first sight’? Tell them you saw me, didn’t recognize me, you wanted to bang me, but then I invited you out for food then you took me to your place, but since we were piss drunk, we didn’t fuck. It was then you realized you knew me and that I was the CEO of L/N Motors and you tried using the fact that we slept together to get a job for once,” y/n winked, downing down another shot of tequila.

“How’d we start the dating part?” Ransom’s brows furrowed in confusion, a small nod of acceptance to her previous input pulling along.

“That part is up to you, Drysdale,” y/n shrugged.

“Well, I started working for your company after you gave me a job remembering how much of a smart asshole I was in college and decided I’d be a good assistant to help with your schedule. I ended up inviting you out for dinner and we talked and we hit it off,” Ransom finished the story, smirking proudly.

“I like how in this lovely made up story of ours, you got a job,” y/n giggled, clinking her glass against Ransom’s bottle before downing down her fourth—well, she wasn’t so sure of that—shot of the night.

Four days after that night in the bar, y/n found herself in her bedroom scrambling to find the perfect dress to show the Thrombey-Drysdale clan that she was one hell of a woman. After years of Ransom’s complaining about his family, it was embedded in y/n’s mind how much he hated his family. She hated her own the same way, after all.

As she struggled to clasp her necklace around her neck, a knock came at the door. She groaned, pulling small chain off her neck and bolting to the door. She swung the door open to reveal Ransom Drysdale, an annoyed expression on his face as usual.

“You ready?” Ransom raised a brow, taking in y/n’s appearance.

“Wait let me get my purse,” y/n rushed around her spacious apartment in search of her purse.

“You mean this one?” Ransom questioned, an annoyed expression painted on his face as he pulled y/n’s beige purse off her coat rack. y/n nodded, snatching her purse away and stashing her necklace in it.

She nodded to Ransom, a motion they both knew meant they were ready to go, and she twisted her keys through the door, locking it. In a comfortable silence, they took the elevator down to the parking basement and getting into Ransom’s beloved beamer and riding off in silence.

“God, how the fuck does your car not have a light?” Y/N cursed, reaching on the roof of the car in search for a light.

“I don’t kno—oh wait, it’s because I don’t fucking need one,” Ransom smiled, satisfied with his own answer. Y/N rolled her eyes and huffed; this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a halt and y/n pushed the car door open, and getting off, her boots sinking into the mud. Ransom wordlessly led y/n to the front porch and knocked on the tall wooden door, his brows furrowing as he watched her struggle to clasp her necklace.

“Jesus, it can’t be that hard,” Ransom scoffed, taking the clasps of the necklace in his own hands and locking them together.

“Ransom, I see you brought a friend,” a woman commented as the door swung open. Ransom released the chain, letting it hang off y/n’s neck, and nodded quietly before speaking.

“I did tell you I was bringing someone this time, didn’t I?” Ransom rolled his eyes in annoyance as he moved past Linda and walked y/n into the house.

“Well, aren’t you even going to introduce us?” Linda raised a brow, her gaze moving from Ransom to y/n.

“This is y/n, she’s my girlfriend,” Ransom casually shrugged, earning a loud fit of laughter from Walt. Ransom turned to him with a harsh glare, warning Walt to watch his next words. Ignoring Ransom’s glare, Walt spoke.

“Oh great, another fling,” Walt rolled his eyes.

“Well, I wasn’t aware flings often lasted a year,” y/n feigned shock before facing her boyfriend, “Do flings usually last this long?”

“I don’t think so, no,” Ransom smirked, watching the expressions of shock forming on his family’s face.

“Bullshit. Ransom can’t keep a girl for shit,” Jacob scoffed at the sight of Ransom’s hand wrapped around y/n’s, “You must be pretty stupid to have stuck around this long.”

“I like to think of myself as an intelligent woman. I mean seriously; millionaire at twenty-five, the cover of Forbes at twenty-eight, and skyscrapers with my name engraved onto them,” y/n smirked to herself, listing all her favorite accolades.

“y/n? y/n l/n the CEO of l/n motors? I wrote a research paper about you one time in class!” Meg exclaimed, staring at y/n in awe.

“If she’s so great, why’s she with Ransom of all people?” Jacob rolled his eyes at Meg’s excitement.

“Why not?” y/n shrugged, leaning against Ransom’s shoulder. This was a show they were both putting on and they were selling it.

“Well, I don’t know if you noticed or anything but Ransom is a trust fund brat,” Walt spat, almost chuckling at the sight of y/n’s “cluelessness”.

“Yes, and? Walt, buddy, please don’t question my decisions,” y/n chuckled before a stern image found its way to her face.

“You run l/n motors, right? When did your dad decide to step down as CEO?” Richard questioned, a condescending look on his face.

“I built the company from the ground up, Mr. Drysdale,” y/n chuckled, shaking her head. Damn, Ransom was right. His family was already getting onto her nerves.

“That’s impossible. Women don’t work with cars, kid. Come on, did your dad build the company up from the ground and hand everything to you?” Richard raised a brow, as if to pull an answer from y/n.

“My dad was a mechanic. I went to college with Ransom, then I went to business school to work on my career,” y/n admitted, her grip tightening on Ransom’s hand. He stroked his thumb over her fist; one of the ways he knew he could keep y/n from snapping at his family—not that he would’ve cared, though.

“Alright, that’s it, enough with the questions. y/n runs her company the way she wants to and that’s what makes her successful. If you have anything to say about that, you can eat shit,” Ransom smiled, dragging y/n away from the door and into the dining area where Harlan seemed to be waiting for them.

“Ransom, when you told us you were bringing someone, I didn’t think you’d follow through,” Harlan chuckled, motioning for Ransom and y/n to take a seat at the table.

“Well, surprise?” Ransom shrugged, taking his seat near Harlan and letting y/n take the seat next to him.

“And you aren’t even going to introduce her?” Harlan raised a brow at Ransom.

“Grandad, this is y/n l/n. y/n, this is my grandad,” Ransom deadpanned as y/n smiled warmly, holding her hand out for Harlan to shake. Harlan smiled; at least Ransom was in good hands, that was for sure.

“How’d you meet Ransom?” Harlan questioned.

“The first time or the time that led to us actually dating?” y/n raised a brow as she questioned Harlan. He chuckled, not expecting there to be more to the story then ‘we met in a bar and I wanted to tap that’ like how Ransom’s usual stories of his conquests went.

“I think it would be wise to tell me about the first time you met. I want to see if I could predict what happened next,” Harlan requested, earning a nod from y/n before she began explaining the messy story of how her path crossed that od Ransom Drysdale’s.

“We had a class together in college. His ass acted like he knew everything about the subject when in reality, he knew absolutely nothing. We were seatmates and he tried bribing me for the answers to a test. I didn’t give him the answers but he did end up inviting me to this frat party, it sucked, but there was booze so it was tolerable. I never saw Ransom again until a year ago,” y/n chuckled, easily slipping in a lie or two into her story.

“And I’m guessing you had a college reunion last year?” Harlan raised a brow, facing Ransom.

“Reunion’s in three months, actually,” Ransom shook his head, smirking as Harlan’s brows furrowed in concentration. Finally, he found another way to challenge his grandfather besides playing Go.

“Mutual friends?” Harlan inquired. Ransom chuckled to himself knowing he and y/n didn’t have any other friends besides each other.

“Try again. This time, think about the most Ransom thing you can,” Ransom urged on, pulling a chuckle from y/n. The most “Ransom” thing she can’t think of wasn’t exactly something she wanted to discuss with Ransom’s grandfather.

“I hate to say this, but are you an adult entertainer?” Harlan’s brows furrowed. y/n, ignoring the fact that Harlan thought she was an adult entertainer, broke out in a fit of laughter which left her wheezing.

“That’s a little too Ransom, Mr. Thrombey,” y/n chuckled.

“Well, how exactly did you reunite?” Harlan questioned.

“She was hot, I wanted to bang her, we were piss drunk, so we went out for food first. By the time we got to my place, we just passed out,” Ransom chuckled, his fingers intertwining with y/n’s.

“And there’s the Ransom I know,” Harlan rolled his eyes jokingly, chuckling at Ransom’s story.

“Well, I bet there’s something I’m going to tell you that you weren’t expecting from me,” Ransom smirked, getting ready to break the news of his ‘job’ to Harlan.

“More surprises? You’ve changed since the last time I’ve seen you,” Harlan chuckled proudly. He didn’t expect Ransom to go through much change since the last time he’d seen him. The news of Ransom’s relationship was definitely a welcome surprise.

“I got a job at y/n’s company. Figured I couldn’t keep riding off your name. Not anymore,” Ransom smiled. A little part of him regretted lying to his grandfather upon seeing the proud expression on Harlan’s face. He expected his family to be shocked by the news, yes, but he didn’t quite expect Harlan to be as proud as he was.

“Finally, someone’s making something of their life without me. I’m proud of you, Ransom,” Harlan smiled, patting Ransom on the back. y/n felt Ransom’s hand squeeze hers a little tighter; she knew he wasn’t used to getting this kind of attention from Harlan. Most of the time, the pair only ever argued with each other.

“Yeah. Making something of myself like you would’ve wanted me to do,” Ransom smiled nervously. y/n noticed the look of uneasiness on his face and knew she had to do something.

“Ransom, I’m kind of hungry, can you go with me to get some food?” y/n questioned, earning a look of relief from Ransom. Shockingly, he didn’t know how much more of Harlan’s undeserved praise he could take.

“Thanks for that,” Ransom whispered as they walked on over to the table where all the food was being served.

“Maybe you should get an actual job. Maybe you wouldn’t feel as bad as you’re feeling right now, Drysdale,” y/n chuckled in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“As if you’d actually trust me enough to keep a position in your company. I know how you get when it comes to your company. You’re a stone-cold bitch,” Ransom chuckled, remembering the one time he decided to drop by y/n’s office for a visit; there was a lot of screaming.

“At least being a bitch gets me places with my business. Where’s your bitchiness taking you, Drysdale?” y/n raised a brow at him.

“It got me you, didn’t it?” Ransom’s tone softened, making it clear that this conversation they were about to have was different from their usual bickering.

“I know I’m the best person in your life, but you’ve got to admit that bar was pretty low,” y/n chuckled nervously, averting her gaze. As much as y/n didn’t want t admit it, Ransom’s little comment made her heart flutter, but she knew flirtatious comments were something that came naturally to the playboy.

“But not everyone has someone who makes them want to be a better person,” Ransom smiled, his blue eyes piercing into y/n’s e/c ones.

“I make you want to be better?” y/n’s eyes widened at his confession. In all the years she’d known Ransom, she didn’t expect him to say that somebody made him want to do better.

“Well, yeah, you’re this amazing successful woman who worked for everything she has, while I’m a fucking sleaze. I realized I need to make a change in my life to even be worthy enough to be in your presence. I even began writing my first book,” Ransom admitted shyly, running a hand through his hair.

“You don’t have to do anything to be worthy of my presence. I know I’m amazing, but you don’t have to live up to anything, Ransom,” y/n smiled warmly.

“y/n it’s not just that. I like you. A damn lot, and that thought terrifies me because we both know damn well that you deserve better,” Ransom exhaled, his words hitting y/n hard.

“Can we not talk about this here? We can talk on the way home or something, just not now and not here,” y/n shook her head, her voice shaky. For the longest time, she harbored feelings for Ransom; she was caught by surprise when she was told those feelings were reciprocated.

“We’re not done yet. We’re going to talk about this, and we’re going to talk about this now,” Ransom growled, his hand still holding onto y/n’s.

“Ransom, please. This? It’s all shocking to me. We’re supposed to be this perfect couple, Ransom. I know how important this is to you,” y/n frowned.

“We can still be the couple, but for real this time. Yes, putting on this front for my family’s important, but this,” he stopped to motion between them, “is more important to me than everyone else in this bullshit house.”

“Ransom—”

“y/n please, I need to know how you feel. Right here, right now,” Ransom pleaded.

“I like you, okay? I like you a shit ton and it fucking scares me because I don’t want to lose you in my fucking life, Ransom,” y/n admitted, her hands shaking. The expression of nervousness on Ransom’s face changed to that of shock. He wasn’t exactly expecting that reaction from y/n.

He shook off that feeling of shock and wrapped his arms around y/n’s frame. She immediately melted into his touch and that’s how they stayed for a moment.

“I can’t believe you even doubted their relationship, Walt. Just look at how sweet those two are,” Joni’s voice came from behind them and y/n chuckled into Ransom’s sweater, holding onto him closely.

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nicb0723 · 4 years

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Find Your Worth

John Wick x Reader

Summary: You meet John in an unconventional way.

Word Count: 7,252 Total word count: 58,284

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Chapter 6

The next morning John insists on taking you back to your apartment to get some more things and to make sure no traces of Max were around.

Going back to your apartment makes you feel uneasy, but you know if more time passes it’ll just make it harder.

Francis stops to talk to John and they flip back and forth between Russian and English, and it makes your heart skip a beat hearing John fluent and speaking effortlessly to try and figure out your door situation.

“He said someone will be here on Monday.” John tells you in the elevator. “He couldn’t find anyone to fix it over the weekend.”

“I have to stay with you the whole weekend?” It doesn’t come out like you meant it to, you just don’t want to impose, but John crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head, waiting for you to explain. “I mean… I get to stay with you the whole weekend?”

There’s caution tape hanging over your door and John takes it down so you can go inside. “Let me guess, you feel like you’re being a burden, don’t you?”

“Yes.” You admit softly. “This is so hard.”

John takes your hand and goes to sit on the bed while you stand between his legs. He looks up until you meet his eyes. “You do realize that I like helping you. And that I like having you at my place. That you could move in with me right now and I’d be the happiest I’ve been in a long time. You staying with me is not a burden. You are not a burden. Do you understand?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand. “Okay.”

“Okay? Or yes, you understand?”

“John, I’m trying.” You pull away and rub at your temples, that familiar pain of a headache starting to pulse. You can see an image of Max at your kitchen table and it gives you the creeps. John’s suit jacket is still on the floor so you pick up, shaking it out. You don’t give it back though and instead, drape it over the chair. The least you can do is have it dry cleaned later, but John doesn’t need to know that.

He watches as you gather some more clothes, pajamas and your makeup and hair dryer from the bathroom. You start to grab the shampoo and soap, but remember that John already has that for you. God, could he be any sweeter? Everything is tossed on the bed and you go back to him, leaning down for a hug. “If I was a burden, would you tell me? I feel like you wouldn’t tell me.”

He hugs you back hard and moves so you can sit besides him. “Do you think I’d be here right now if I felt that way? We’re best friends, remember?”

You give him a doubtful look and a shrug. “I don’t know, you’re a nice guy. Nice guys do nice things.”

“Trust me, I’m not that nice.”

With the way he’s looking at you right now, his gaze hard and his jaw clenched, you don’t dare question him. Your eyes fall to his lips and they look so soft compared to his sharp features. The need to taste him is suddenly overwhelming. Both of you are starting to lean in when his phone rings from his pocket. You get up quickly to get a bag for all of your things, pretending to be busy while he takes the call.

That didn’t just happen, so just forget about it. You seriously need to get it together and not kiss a guy only two days after being tossed around like a ragdoll. There’s something just not right about it and you don’t want John to fill a void that you need to heal yourself.

Is he speaking Italian now? God.

You dab some concealer under your eye as you wait and since you have time, put on some mascara and lip gloss. You’re able to toss your hair and it’s a relief that your head finally feels better. You strip off the work polo you had to wear this morning and walk back into your bedroom to find something else. John’s seen you practically naked so you don’t think much of it, but when you turn around after pulling on a thin sweater over a tank top, he’s staring at you.

“What?”

He puts his phone back in his pocket and leans against the wall, still looking at you but not saying anything.

“What?” You ask again. “You walk around in your boxers all the time, what’s the difference?”

“A bra and boxers are very different.”

You smirk. “Are you complaining?”

“No.”

That’s what you thought. “Can we go? I have to get my car from your place and get to the city before lunch time.”

John walks into the kitchen and looks around, satisfied that nothing seems too out of place. There’s no blood or anything by the table, John’s shirt catching most of it but your broken cell phone is still on the floor under the counter. He picks it up and tosses it in the garbage. The door frame is in a few different pieces and you thought that you heard Francis mention something about getting you new locks.

“I’ll drop you off.”

You’re in your own thoughts when John speaks. “Hmm?”

“I have to go into the city too. I’ll drop you off at Carla’s and when you’re done, text me and I’ll pick you up.”

“Are you sure?” His offer is generous. You hate driving into the city by yourself and dealing with traffic.

He nods and leads you out the door, replacing the caution tape. “Yeah, I have to take care of a few things.” His voice is low, and it sounds like it has something to do with work so you try to lighten the mood.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come dress shopping with us?” You ask, swinging your bag over your shoulder. You would kill to see John in a dress shop.

“I’ll leave that to you girls.”

“Bummer, you would’ve been very popular, I assure you.”

“Do you know the name of the store?” He asks and you check your phone. Carla just text the address of what gas station she’s working at today and told you she’ll drive from there.

“No, but Carla wants me to meet her on Fifth and Broad street.” You’re not paying attention and texting her back, so John guides you to the car and you both get in after he puts your stuff in the trunk.

The traffic isn’t too heavy and you’re done letting Carla know you’ll be there soon, so you turn towards John and get comfortable.

“No fancy suit today, even for business?”

He shifts and grips the steering wheel harder. “I have a safe deposit box where I keep a spare suit if I need it.”

“Will you need it?”

“Not sure yet.”

He’s being oddly quiet and you wonder if it has something to do with the phone call earlier. “Were you speaking Italian?”

“Si.” He nods, eyes still on the road.

Anxiety is starting to build and you know that a ramble is about to start any minute. Or you’re going to start asking more questions and that’s just annoying. Usually by now he would have tried to hold your hand or rest his palm on your knee, but he’s focused and you’re not sure what to do. You don’t want to pull out your phone and ignore him either, but something tells you to be mindful and silence is okay.

At a red light John shifts again and lets a hand fall to his lap. You stare at it, wondering if you’re allowed to reach for him. You can’t decide and the whole time you’re debating in your head, John continues to drive totally oblivious.

Before you know it, he’s turning into the gas station and pulling up next to Carla’s car. He turns off the engine and gets out before you can say anything, walking around to open your door. You get your purse and lean against the car, looking up at him.

“We should just be a few hours. I can find something to do if you need more time.”

“Okay.” The way he’s looking at you is intense and you’re still not sure what to do.

“I’ll see you later? Thanks for driving me.” You grab his hand and squeeze it, reassuringly if not for him, but for yourself.

“I’ll walk you in.”

“You’ll… huh?”

“Carla, I want to meet her.”

“Oh?” All you can do is blink and process how you’re going to get out of this when you hear Carla yell out your name and start to jog over, the sound of her heels echoing under the high roof of the gas station.

John smiles widely and presses a hand to your back, sliding it slowly around your waist.

“Hey, Carla! How are you?”

“I’m good, sweetie! Ready to take you out on the town!” She gets a little flustered when she comes closer to John. “And who is this handsome fella? Is this the guy Sam was telling me about who always brings you coffee?”

Coughing, you try to clear your throat. Dammit Sam and his big fat mouth.

“Uh yeah, this is John. John, this is Carla.”

They shake hands and you know Carla is swooning on the inside.

“Nice to meet you.” John says, his voice deeper than usual, his arm pulling you closer to his body. “I understand you’re going shopping?”

“Yes!” Carla finally takes back her hand and holds it to her heart, like a princess in a disney movie. She snaps with it and fusses with her purse, trying to get her keys out. “I’m taking her to this real sweet shop called Marty’s… it’s on second? Anyway, there’s this great little coffee place I know she’ll love right around the block from there.” She winks at you, knowing your passion for coffee. “Are you ready to go, hon?”

You feel John let go of your waist only to grab hold of your hand.

“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute.”

She nods and runs towards her car, pulling out her phone to check for messages.

John is staring at you again and now you can’t stand it. “What’s with you?”

“Nothing.” He pulls out his wallet and hands you a credit card. “I want you to use this.”

You’re so confused. “For what?”

“For the dress. You shouldn’t have to pay for that.”

“Oh please. Are you serious right now?”

“See, I knew you’d do this.”

You glare at him. “I have my own money.”

He takes a step closer to you. “If you don’t take this credit card I will call the store and give them my information over the phone, and I know that’ll embarrass you.”

This is actually starting to piss you off. “John Wick, are you threatening me right now?”

“No…”

He is no match for a woman scorned and if looks could kill, he’d be dead. “Fine. I’ll take it.” You snatch it out of his hand and put it in your purse. You have no intention of using it and he realizes his mistake when you start to walk away.

“I’m calling the store.” He says loudly and you rush back to him.

“I swear John, we are going to have a talk about this when I get back.”

He smiles, knowing he won. “I look forward to it.”

Carla asks you a million questions when you get in the car.

Is he your boyfriend? He’s so handsome!

Do you live together?

Why isn’t he your boyfriend? He obviously likes you.

Does he have a single brother?

What does he do for work?

You avoid and deflect but your skills that usually work on John reflect off of Carla like bullets on Superman’s chest. You answer her questions the best you can and hope she doesn’t get too nosy. The dress shop is finally coming into view and you sigh some relief when she gets distracted by all the pretty clothes.

Carla’s style is definitely different than yours, but that’s one of the reasons you wanted her advice. Everything she picks out you would have never considered, but she seems to know fashion because almost all the pieces look really good on you. She makes you twirl in a silver blue dress, with the skirt going down to your knees and a cute neckline that she says accentuates your collarbone. There are also shoes (flat) and a purse and a new bra and it’s all a little overwhelming, and once you go to the checkout counter, you’re a little sweaty.

You wander over to the men’s section when Carla decides to try on a blouse for herself and a pair of cufflinks catches your eye. There is a pair of small, square ones that are black with a silver edge that you really like and add the little box to your pile.

Between both you and Carla, there’re a ton of shopping bags and walking down the street to the coffee house is a funny sight. It’s worth it when you step inside and smell the rich flavors, your mouth watering at the freshly baked bread, cookies and sweets.

Carla insists on treating you, a thank you for all of your hard work, and you both settle down into a booth. You ask about her daughter, Erin, and she tells you that her first year of college has been difficult and she hopes the second year will be better.

“Why was it difficult?” You ask. “Did she have hard classes?”

“No, she’s deaf and it’s been a hard transition for her. Plus she’s working part time at the gas station in the city, so she has to juggle both. She’s there today for the closing shift, you’ll have to meet her when we get back.”

You tell Carla that you’d love to and that you hope she has a better year. “That must be really hard, I had no idea she was deaf.”

“Yes, it caused quite the strain on my marriage but my ex was a deadbeat anyway. Erin is amazing. She can read lips and she’s studying to be a teacher.”

“Good for her!” You ask more questions about college and let Carla know you’re thinking about taking classes too, but it won’t interfere with work.

“You’ll be a lot busier, that’s for sure.” She says. “But it’s very rewarding. I’m glad to hear it.”

After some gossip about Sam and the girl from the Thai place, who he finally asked out, Carla needs to head back and you thank her again for such a lovely time. You text John to let him know you’re leaving the restaurant and stop to buy some cookies on the way out for after dinner tonight.

“Does John have a sweet tooth?” Carla asks and you nod. “He would never admit it though.”

He’s leaning on the car when Carla pulls in and you swear she whispers damn under her breath. You’re pleased to see that John didn’t have to change clothes and is wearing the same jeans and black shirt you left him in. His smile is wide when he greets you and he helps with all of your bags. Carla runs to get Erin so you can meet her while you’re still packing the car.

“Looks like you made out well.” He closes the now full trunk and turns to you, grabbing at your hand.

“I did. Carla wants me to meet her daughter, it should take only a minute. How’d you make out?” You scan John’s body for any sign that he’s hurt and you spot bruised, cut up knuckles. “What’s this?”

“Nothing, just a scratch.”

You give John one of your looks and hand him back his credit card before you forget.

“I saw you made a purchase, thank you for using it.” He must’ve been checking his account on his phone all this time.

“Checking up on me now, too?”

“Not checking.” He says slowly. “Just... hoping.”

You smile and reach to stroke his hair back. “Well, I split the bill, genius. Compromise?”

He catches your arm and kisses the inside of your wrist. “I missed you.”

“We were away from each other for like, three hours. Don’t get attached.”

“I can’t help it.”

You hear Carla coming closer and dragging her daughter behind her, who looks shy. You wave and smile, tucking yourself next to John’s body. You missed him too.

“Erin, this is John.” Carla introduces him as she signs and your eyes light up when John starts signing as well.

“Nice to meet you.” He speaks and his hands move at the same time. Carla gapes at you and all you can do is blankly look at her. You had no idea.

The three of them have a conversation in sign language and try to include you, but they’re all excited and you’re still too stunned to pay attention anyway. From what you can tell, they’re talking about Erin’s school and John points to you.

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

“I said that you’re starting to take classes in the fall too.” John explains. “You guys can be study buddies.”

You laugh and Erin does too. She’s at least ten years younger than you but you think that she had to grow up fast, not unlike yourself. A man drives up and she has to get back inside to help a customer so she waves goodbye. Carla gives you a quick hug and she tells you that she’ll stop by next week on her usual day. John nods and smiles at her, and she runs off inside too.

“Ready to go?”

You sigh as he opens the door for you. “Really, John? Sign language too?”

He rounds the car and shrugs his shoulders. “I must’ve picked it up somewhere.” He gets behind the wheel and makes sure your seatbelt is on before he starts the car. “Did you have fun?”

“Yes, it was really nice to have some girl time.”

“Girl time, huh?”

“Yep.”

John frowns, keeping his eyes on the road. It’s busier now with rush hour traffic. “What’s a guy gotta do to get in on some of that time?”

You laugh and reach over to twirl a strand of his hair around your finger. “I could put barrettes in your hair and give you a mud mask when we get to your house.”

“Sounds exhilarating.” He seems less than enthused and you snicker at the thought.

His knuckles look painful and you don’t want to touch them, but at the same time you want to comfort him too.

“What happened to your hands?”

John side eyes you and stays silent.

“Okay, fine. Anything else hurt?”

“No.”

You try not to say anything, but eventually it comes out. “How is it fair that I tell you almost everything and you don’t have to tell me anything?”

“I tell you stuff.”

“Mmhm.” You cross your arms over your chest and scoot towards the door.

“Fine, I paid Max a visit in jail.”

Your mouth drops open and now you wished you hadn’t asked. You wait for him to finish, but that’s all the information he gives you.

“And?”

“And what?”

You stare at John and then rub your temples. You should have known he wasn’t finished with Max.

“Oh, I didn’t kill him.” John says, “But I don’t think he’ll be bothering you anymore.”

“Perfect.” You sit back in the seat and close your eyes. “You can’t just go around beating people up.”

“Apparently I can.” He says it so nonchalantly that you turn to stare at him again.

“I don’t even know what to say.”

“I know, that’s why I didn’t want to tell you.”

You fiddle with your purse strap. “Well, thank you for telling me. I think.”

“You’re welcome.” He stops at a red light and gives those wide, pitiful eyes. “Are you mad?”

You scoot closer to him again. “I’m mad at the situation, I’m not mad at you.”

“I care about you, you know that right?”

Smiling, you reach over and touch his hand gently, below a blottled cut. “That’s becoming very clear.”

The weekend is over before you know it. You had to work both days, but John made dinner and even cracked open a bottle of wine on Sunday night. After eating you both took Pooch out for a walk around the block, platonically holding hands because “that’s the rule.” Every night you slept by his side and he never made a move other than what he’s done before. He’s very respectful and considerate, making sure your comfort is his top priority.

On Monday morning you find a rose on your windshield when you get ready to drive to work. You have all of your bags because the door to your apartment will be fixed by this afternoon and you’ll have to go home. You throw them in the backseat, smiling to yourself. When John didn’t want to walk you out, you thought it was odd but not enough to make you question him. The rose is a deep red and there’s no note, but you keep glancing at it as you drive. No one has ever given you a flower before.

You can’t help texting John at a red light. Did you leave something on my car?

I did.

Thank you but why?

It takes a few seconds for him to respond and you read his answer at the next light.

Just a reminder that not all of us are like Max.

You would never compare John to Max and even if you did, they’re complete opposites. Sometimes you’re still in awe that John has come into your life, how different it is now. How a few months ago you were living in a hazy world where you didn’t belong. And now it’s so different. Not perfect by any means, but different. Any changes from that life is better and you just hope it stays like this. A part of you feels that any minute something could happen and you’d be right back where you started. It’s a scary thought.

After work you have therapy and you talk a lot about not living in fear. How the fear doesn’t serve you and Beth gives you some more methods to safeguard what you have now, so you’ll never go back to that dark place. You talk more about Max and that you're proud of how you handled it. You wish the situation didn’t paralyze you so deeply, but Beth reassures you that something traumatic like that has to take its course.

The wedding comes up and you tell Beth about John holding your hand, what it would mean if you were to kiss him, and all the constant flirting, but never crossing that line. She suggests that you talk to John about whatever it is you’re thinking and that you’re allowed to ask him questions, he’s not a mind reader and neither are you. She explains that communication is important and that it’s good there hasn’t been any physical contact yet. That if it does happen, it’ll mean so much more and the connection will be stronger having waited so long.

Going back home after such a long day and having no one there really sucks. Sleeping alone sucks. The red rose you put in a vase on the kitchen table helps, but all you can think about is John and that worries you. The last thing you want to happen is to become obsessed with him, always checking your phone to see if he’s called, daydreaming about the next time you’ll see each other. The wedding is this weekend and your nerves are surging uncontrollably. However, you’re not thinking about Max and you consider that a win.

The only thing that keeps you somewhat calm is work so you do your best to concentrate while you’re there throughout the week.

John texts you every morning, in the middle of the day and always at night. He asks how your day is and you don’t know what to tell him because it’s incredibly boring. By Wednesday he calls when he knows you have the night off and he wants to see you, making up any excuse to get his way.

“Pooch really misses you.”

“Is that so?” You smile and put the phone on speaker so you can clean around your bedroom. The dress you bought is hanging in your closet and you can’t wait to wear it. “How can you tell?”

“He told me.”

“Ohh, right, sure he did. And what did he say?”

You can tell John is doing the dishes because there are sounds of clanging pots and pans in the background. “He asked me why the pretty lady had to leave.”

“You’ve had another lady stay at your house? I didn’t know you were such a manwhore, John.”

“Very funny.” He tells you dryly. “You should come over tonight. I’ll make dinner and we can watch a movie or something.”

“I would love that.” You actually would like to see him and think it might be impossible to wait until this weekend. “But I’m going out.”

There’s a beat of silence and John clears his throat. “Oh.”

“Mmhm. I have a very important meeting at the laundromat tonight.”

“Ohh.” John says more easily. “Well just bring your laundry over here. We can eat and hang out while it’s in the wash.”

You’ve never considered that and look at the pile of dirty clothes on the floor, which will probably take at least a few hours to get done. You’d much rather be at John’s house than sitting in a plastic chair.

“Are you sure that’d be okay?”

“Yeah, of course. I have everything you need. I’ll see you soon?”

Well, John got his way again but you’re happy about it and gather all of your things quickly. You stuff your dirty clothes into your laundry bag, grab your purse and the bag from Target that’s been sitting by your front door for a few days now. You might’ve bought Pooch a bone while you were out shopping for new clothes.

You stop and look in the mirror before you head out. After work you had gotten comfortable in some loose grey sweatpants and a white tank top. You’re still wearing your black bra though so you grab a light sweater and flip flops. Not the classiest but good enough.

The drive over is fast and you don’t bother knocking because he left the door open. You haul in your laundry bag and you can tell John is cooking fish tonight.

“Smells good.” You tell him, dropping your bag to the floor when you see him in the kitchen.

He smiles at the sight of you, wiping his hands off on a towel before he walks over.

“Hi.”

His hugs are becoming addictive and he’s still so careful, his large hands caressing your lower back. You lean into him and savor the feeling of his arms wrapped around you, his solid chest against your cheek.

He pulls back and touches your fingers as he goes back to the sink. “Are you hungry? It’ll be a little while before it’s ready.”

“That’s fine, I had to eat Thai again today.” You tell him about Sam and his new girlfriend, who is incredibly sweet and how cute they are when she brings him lunch. “He’s allergic to peanuts so he gives his food to me all the time. I told him to just tell her but now it’s become this big thing.”

“Uh oh.” John laughs. “Sounds like drama.”

“Exactly. To be seventeen again and have a peanut allergy be my only problem.”

That’s not entirely true. Sam has his family issues too that he’s confided in you, but it’s mostly about his big brother picking on him so you can’t really relate.

John sets some carrots and celery out with a dip to snack on. “Is he still going to work when school starts?”

“Yeah,” You get yourself a glass of water before sitting down at the counter. “It works out because he’ll work after school when I have to go to my night class. It just sucks I won’t get to see him as much.”

“Are you getting nervous about going back?”

You take a carrot and nod. “For English and History I had to take online courses so I can still work my schedule. I only have to go to the campus twice a week for math class, on Wednesdays and Friday at 6pm. Room 245 in the West Wing. I have no idea where that is.”

John is checking the oven and glances over his shoulder. “Do you want to take a walk to the college and find it? That way you don’t have to worry.”

You stop chewing to look at him because you’d been planning on doing that anyway. You can’t believe he offered to do that with you. It’s like he knows exactly how to calm you down. “Yeah? That’d be great.”

“Consider it done.” He gets a package of rice from the cupboard and measures it out. “And school starts when we get back from the wedding?”

“Yep, on Tuesday.” You tell him. You think about Beth’s advice about asking John what’s on your mind and decide this is a good time to try it out. “Speaking of the wedding, are we going to stay there for one night or two?”

“I was thinkin’ two if we drive down on Friday. Then we can relax and do some stuff before Saturday evening, then drive back Sunday morning if that’s okay.”

You’re so glad you requested the whole weekend off from work, it’ll be like a mini vacation. “Is there a Continental in the Hamptons?”

John laughs, there’s no way a hotel like that would be in a small town. “No, but we’ll be staying at the bed and breakfast where the wedding will be.”

You smirk, covering your mouth so he doesn’t see it. “In one room or two?”

He turns around and looks at you nervously. “One room.”

“One bed or two?”

“One.”

Your eyebrows shoot up.

“But there’s a foldaway bed. I could even sleep on the floor.”

You break out laughing, getting up so you can get your laundry started. “It’s fine, I’m just joking with you.”

He still looks uncertain and you go to him, arms crossed over your chest. You don’t think you could handle another hug right now because the urge to kiss him is getting stronger by the minute. “Hey, after everything we’ve gone through together, you seriously think I would mind sleeping in a bed with you?”

He reaches to caress his thumb over your cheekbone, where the bruise and cut have healed. “I never want to assume anything.”

“And I would never worry about that with you.” You grab his hand and place it on your shoulder, squeezing his fingers for a hint. They begin to massage your skin and it feels amazing. “Plus, I think if I didn’t like something I’d be able to speak up about it now.”

“Really?” His hand moves to the back of your neck, behind your hair and where all of your tension lives. “I cannot wait to see that.”

“Me either. I’m usually very agreeable.” You let your eyes fall shut for a few seconds before stepping back. Turns out any physical touch makes you want to kiss him.

“Except when you’re hungry.”

You open the door to the laundry and stop. “When I’m hungry? You’re the one who gets hangry.”

He scoffs. “Me? No way. You do.”

“Uh, yes way.” You start to load up the washer and turn it on. “If you don’t eat, you get in funk.”

“You mean like when you don’t get your morning coffee?” Well, that might be true. You never realized you get grumpy without coffee. “Don’t worry.” He pops into the laundry room and presses his lips lightly to your temple. “I think it’s cute.”

Mumbling to yourself, you finish up and go back to the kitchen. “Maybe I need to go on a coffee detox?” You get the Target bag you’d left by your purse and before Pooch sees his treat you ask John if he can have it.

You’d think it was made of hearts and rainbows with the way he’s looking at you as he nods.

Pooch is out in the backyard soaking up the last of the sun and gets up as soon as he hears your voice. You get him all riled up and laugh as he pounces on you like a puppy. It’s hard not to play with him for a few minutes, giving him kisses and hiding the bone behind your back, confusing him until you can’t take it anymore and let him have it, laughing again at his antics.

John is at the door, watching and you had no idea that you had an audience. You’re slightly embarrassed he caught you being silly and bump his arm when you pass him to go inside.

“You said he missed me, right?”

“If I said I missed you, would I get that kind of attention?”

“Too late.” You sing, giggling at the disappointment on his face. “Fine, you want a belly rub too? Come here.”

He looks curiously at you, his hair falling in his eyes as he stands just a few inches from you. Tucking his hair back, you let his strands fall between your fingers a few times before you lightly drag your nails through his beard, skimming his lips with your fingertip. “Satisfied?”

His body is swaying from your touch and you like the effect it has on him. He had closed his eyes and now he’s slowly opening them, his gaze full of adoration. “Not in the least.”

It’s Friday mid morning and John is on his way to pick you up. You’re nervous again, twisting the handle to your overnight bag as you wait on the curb of your apartment building. You think about dinner a few nights ago, and how the flirting was starting to get out of your control. How you abruptly stopped and continued the night like almost kissing him never happened. You’re not sure if you have the strength to do it much longer.

The salmon John had made was perfect and so was the walk to campus after dinner. You held his hand but the tension was thick. Luckily, the both of you got distracted looking around the school and getting lost a few times before finally finding the right building and narrowing down which hallway your classroom would be in. When you got back to the house, your laundry was done drying and you made up the excuse that you were tired and had to be up early.

Now your whole body is on pins and needles as you watch his car turn into the parking lot. You wave when there’s eye contact and he smiles as he puts it in park.

“You didn’t have to wait down here, I could’ve helped you with your stuff.” He says, placing your bag and your dress carefully in the trunk.

“I’m very capable. And I got road trip snacks!” You proudly hold up a sack full of trail mix, licorice, and crackers.

“Are you afraid I’m going to get hangry on the way there?”

The thought did cross your mind and you laugh as you see two coffees when you settle in the car.

“Were you afraid I was going to get cranky?”

“Never.” John pulls out of the complex and here you go. It’s only supposed to take a little over an hour to get to the Hamptons, but with Friday traffic it could probably take up to three.

As you leave the city, John asks if you’ve always lived in New York.

“Actually, I grew up in California.” You tell him. “My parents shipped me out here to live with grandma when I was a teenager. What about you?”

He doesn’t respond right away and you’ve always wondered about his family, how he grew up, anything about his childhood. You thought it must’ve been quite interesting if he ended up in an assassin school and assumed John wouldn't really ever want to talk about it. Just like you don’t want to talk much about your past.

“I grew up in the foster system.” He finally says, eyes straight ahead. “In New York.” John doesn’t have to explain much, you can only imagine what that would have been like for him. “I ran away at least once a week. The last time I left was when I met The Director. She took me in and as it turns out, was also one of the leaders for the Russian Mafia in the city.”

You hang on to his every word, listening closely. “How old were you?”

“Eleven or twelve, I’m not really sure.”

“Is that where you met Marcus?”

“No,” John takes a sip of coffee and motions for you to do the same. “It’ll get cold.” He tells you. “I met Marcus when I was in Italy, after I was booted off to the Marines for a few years, and after a lot of training. I was out on my first assignments alone, but Marcus’ job was to trail my every move and I didn’t even know it. He saved my life a few times.”

“Really? Have you ever saved his life?”

Pausing to think about it, he stops at a red light and looks at you. “Yeah, I guess I have.”

You grin softly. “Then there will be two people at this wedding who are very lucky to know you.”

That must embarrass him because he just shakes his head with a small smile and continues to drive. You don’t want to press and ask more questions, so you turn to look out the window. All the trees are turning red and orange, the beautiful shades of autumn on the falling leaves. Time has gone by so fast and it’s hard to think that September is right around the corner.

Eventually you feel John’s hand find its way to your lap, like usual. It makes you feel cherished and your hand finds his, and you start to play with his long fingers.

After a few moments of watching out the window, you let your head rest on the back of the seat. “I wish Pooch could have come with us.” You tell him softly.

“Me too, but Cassey was so happy. She said to tell you hello and that next time you’re over, she wants to play again.”

“She’s sweet.” You glance at John, giving him a fond look.

He grins, threading your fingers together. “You’re sweet.”

“Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Stop being so nice.” You whisper, a lump suddenly forming in the back of your throat. Sometimes his comments are overwhelming and it makes you emotional. You’re still not used to it.

He doesn’t miss a beat and squeezes your hand. “Okay.”

There’s not much traffic and the ride is faster than you thought it would be. By the time you get into town, it’s after lunch and both of you are starving. John wants to take you to his favorite seafood restaurant and you tell him that growing up poor you’ve never really had much seafood before, so you’ll need his help.

It’s an experience to say the least. You discover that you like shrimp and crab, you’re not a fan of calamari but John swears you’ll learn to like it. His eyes are glued to you when the clams and mussels come out and they’re actually not too bad. You think it’s best to save trying the oysters for next time and quit while you’re ahead.

It’s only a short distance from the restaurant to the bed and breakfast, which is right on the ocean and absolutely beautiful. The room is just like your apartment, only tiny and there really is only one bed but it’s huge. For some reason you wish it was just a little smaller. Your bags are placed in the closet and John asks if you want to take a walk on the beach before it gets dark. The weather became overcast and windy, but you want to go badly.

The smell of the ocean, the feel of sand between your toes, being here with John… it makes you giddy and you can’t stop smiling. The breeze is chilly though and you only brought a sweater, so John pulls you close as you head towards the peer. He’s been quiet and you bump your elbow into his side, asking if he’s okay.

“I’m okay.” He reassures you gently. “I just really like watching you when you’re happy.”

You tilt your head to lean on his shoulder. “What about when I’m a crying mess in your bathtub?”

He looks away and furrows his brow. “I’d rather you be happy, but I’ll always watch over you no matter what.”

You’re starting to wonder if he’ll ever do or say the wrong thing. And then it hits you hard. Everything he tells you, everything he says to you, everything he promises you… everything has all been backed up by his actions. He doesn’t just talk about whatever he thinks you want to hear, but he actually does things all the time to prove to you that he cares.

It’s something you’re not used to, only knowing the mindless and endless promises to change from Max. The disappointment consumes your stomach because all this time, you were comparing the two of them. And you were letting Max influence your thoughts. Double disappointment. You’ll have some reflecting to do, but you also don’t want to overthink right now and ruin the moment.

At the end of the peer you lean against the wood railing and look out into the ocean. Your hair is going crazy in the wind and John steps behind you, blocking the breeze the best he can with his body.

“Are you cold?” He asks, his mouth next to your ear. You nod and he comes even closer, until he’s pressed up behind you with his hands resting next to yours. It’s extremely intimate and you take a sharp breath, knowing you’re going to ruin the moment anyway.

“Is that a knife in your pocket or are you happy to see me?”

John laughs and moves his hips. “It’s a knife.”

“Oh, darn.”

You feel his body still and you know he can’t tell if you’re joking or not. You don’t give any hints either and stay silent.

It’s becoming colder but John certainly is warm and you’re not too sure what he’s doing until you feel his nose at your temple, breathing in deeply. “You smell so good.”

A part of you wishes that he would stop. That part is doubt and fear though, which you refuse to give into right now. So, you don’t pull away and you don’t make a joke. You let him hold you and enjoy the moment because that’s what you deserve.

TBC Chapter 7

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