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becca-e-barnes · 3 years

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Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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autumnleaves1991-blog · 3 years

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The Next One’s on You 2/5

Whelp Maxwell Lord has been consuming my thoughts all day and I sat down and wrote out the next part. Part three probably won’t be out till Saturday but I didn’t want to wait to post this one. Thank you my darling @justanotherblonde23 for being my emotional writing support buddy. Thank you for reblogging, commenting, and liking! Let me know if you want to be added to a Taglist.

Summary: A series of moments in the life of Maxwell Lord x reader centered around drinks.

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x F! Reader

Warnings: 18 + for language and some making out

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Chapter One - Triple Espresso

Chapter Two: Vodka Martinis

A week passed, then two and nothing. Not a sound. Silence from the illustrious Maxwell Lord IV and so life moved on. The shop had a steady stream of customers, and evenings were spent vegging out in front of the TV in your pajamas with whatever dinner you scrounge together that night. You pull the vanilla ice cream closer to you and dig the spoon inside when your roommate Michael comes out his tight black jeans, and black turtleneck the sleeves rolled up to his elbow.

“Oh honey, it’s a Saturday night,” he wiggles his butt at you, “you should come out with us tonight we’re going to that new dance club, get out of this depressing apartment.”

“Oh yeah...that’s not really my scene. I would much rather be home with a good book or TV, but you go and have fun! Don’t worry about me,” you smile reassuringly and he scoffs.

“How about a date then?” he uses the mirror on the wall to apply a thick layer of black eyeliner stopping to look over at you, eyebrow raised.

“What?”

“My friend Tom from work, he’s single and looking to mingle,” he wriggles his eyebrows up and down at you, “What do you say? Friday night dinner at Les Amis?”

“That new French place downtown?”

“Yeah, you’ve been talking about going there since it opened. Just give the guy a chance, what else would you be doing on a Friday night. Seems like your mystery man didn’t pan out.”

“Mystery man?” you sit up straighter and place the open container onto the coffee table.

“The one who left you those white roses,” he rolls his eyes and finishes the wing tip. Closing the tube with a snap and putting it into his fanny pack. Your heart sinks as you think about the beautiful flowers and the arrogant bastard who left them.

“Oh those…” you say dejectedly.

“So what about Tom?” he puts one hand on his hip and looks at your expectantly.

“Oh…” what could be the harm, “sure why not. You’re right, I have nothing else going on, and I have been wanting to go there. Who knows maybe I will find the love of my life with this Tom.”

He laughs, “there’s the spirit. Oh sweet little barista, we will find you love yet!” He pulls the door open and shut quickly, his platformed boots smacking loudly down the stairs.

You groan, throwing yourself back against the couch, a hand coming up to massage at your temples. What’s the harm? Maybe this Tom guy will be wonderful and you’ll end up happily ever after, like one of those Disney movies.

Friday night comes before you know it and you straighten your dress again in the mirror. The black cocktail dress is the nicest thing you own with short sleeves, a white lace collar, cut off just above the knee. You pair it with your sensible black heels grabbing your clutch and heading out to catch a taxi.

When you pull up the lights from the restaurant twinkle and you gaze at the elegant people inside drinking champagne from tall flutes. You take a moment to imagine that’s you when you are interrupted by your thoughts by a tap on the shoulder.

“Excuse me, are you y/n? Michaels friend?” you turn and look at an attractive man with short cropped black hair, thin lips, blue eyes, and a suit with a purple waistcoat.

You nod smiling and reach out your hand, “Tom right?”

His grip is firm and his palms are sweaty as he holds your hand up to his mouth and gives it a sloppy kiss. You give a slight grimace as you pull your hand away and cover it up with a smile. “Shall we?” you gesture towards the hostess and he nods, putting his hand on your lower back as you’re both led to the table, his hand dipping lower and squeezing your ass.

He pulls out your chair and as you sit down and he leans toward you, “you look good enough to eat,” he murmurs in your ear and you have to suppress the uncomfortable feeling growing in your stomach.

You try to laugh it off and concentrate on the meal. Conversation flows freely and you almost feel relieved until the end. “So why are you single?” he asks.

Your drink catches in your throat you sputter out a surprised, “what?” he ignores you continuing.

“I mean when Michael asked me if I wanted to go out with his friend I thought he meant one of those young things he goes out clubbing with every weekend. Obviously that isn’t you,” he takes a sip of his cocktail, “I mean you're pretty, but I think we both know this isn’t gonna go beyond tonight. So why don’t we just skip dessert and get out of here?”

You stare at him incredulously wondering if he’s actually serious and when he just takes another sip and gestures for the check you close your eyes sighing. When you open them again he is sliding his credit card to the waiter and you look around the restaurant trying to think of a way out when you feel eyes burning on you. You slowly turn to the left and see a large table filled with men and women in expensive suits and dresses. Sitting at the head of the table and fuming is Maxwell Lord the fourth.

Fuck.

You groan and put your head down rubbing at your temples. You hear the pen scratch against the pad and Tom hops up to his feet and slides on his coat, holding a hand out to you. “Let’s get out of here baby, and I will rock your world.”

“I’m not going to sleep with you,” you put your hands down flat on the table and look up at him.

“I just bought you dinner,” he scoffs, “it’s time for you to return the favor baby,” he moves to grab your wrist and you pull it quickly from his grasp.

“Please just leave, don’t make a scene,” you plead and he does what he’s done all night, ignored you.

He bends and gets right in your face sneering, “Now I see why your single, fucking bitch to good for anyone. Maybe if you got some, you wouldn’t have that stick so far up your as-” you slap him hard across the face. Tears burning in your own eyes.

He shakes his head in shock and the slap echoes across the restaurant, customers turning to stare. He rubs his cheek and looks like he’s about to explode grabbing the water glass closest to his hand he pours the entire contents of it hard at your face. The freezing water shoots in your eyes and you gasp as it soaks into your dress and into your underclothes. “Fucking bitch,” he shouts stomping out the door.

You close your eyes and reach for your napkin using it to clean off your face. You listen for the noise of the restaurant to resume to a gentle hum before you open your eyes. You do everything in your power to avoid the eyes of the other patrons, especially Maxwell Lord. The waiter comes up to your grimacing, “Can I get you anything honey?” she asks, holding out another napkin.

You shake your head no, gratefully accepting it and thanking her. She smiles lightly before leaving. You stand up and shiver, feeling the tendrils of water seep down your legs. Keeping your eyes straight ahead you walk out the door and suck in a large gulp of air, body trembling slightly as a cool breeze blows past. Instantly regretting the choice not to bring a coat.

“You know, when I said the next drink is on you...I didn’t think you would take it so literally,” your eyes close and head drops as Maxwell Lord’s voice charms behind you.

You sigh and turn towards him, taken aback at how he’s not smirking like you thought he would be. Instead his hands are clenching tightly in a fist and he looks downright boiling. Chest heaving, neck red, and a slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

“What do you want Mr. Lord?”

“I…” he unclenches his hand and runs it through his hair, “I wanted to know if you were alright, that was quite the scene inside… did he...did he hurt you?” his voice takes on a dangerous edge as your eyes raise to meet his own.

“No,” you reply breathlessly before coughing, “No, I’m fine.” You shiver again as another burst of air blows past.

You feel the heavy coat land on your shoulders before you see it. His suit jacket carefully pulls across your shoulders as he wraps it around you. You try to protest but he scoffs, “You’re freezing,” he chastises, “take the damn coat.”

You say nothing pulling your arms through the sleeves and wrapping the front around your chest. You're enveloped in the scent of fresh linen and something spicy from his expensive cologne, and you sigh. “Thank you,” you whisper.

“My limo is on it’s way, let me take you home,” he steps closer and you retreat. Defenses rising.

“Thank you but I would rather catch a cab then step foot in your sex mobile,” you turn away from him attempting to flag down a cab but having no luck.

He groans, “My sex mobile?”

“Yes. Who knows how many women you’ve fucked in there I don’t want to catch some disease. Plus I already told you once Maxwell Lord the Fourth that I am not some cheap whore, and believe it or not I meant it.”

“You don’t think I know that?!” he shouts and you whip around looking at him wide eyed. “Listen, I make it a habit of getting what I want. Whatever I want….women throw themselves at my feet, money freely flows, and I have a whole household of servants to do anything I want. I will admit that day I acted like an...an asshole but...you...you’re different.”

“When I saw that guy treating you the exact same way I had...and then when he tried to grab you, I saw...red. That fucking…” he takes a breath to calm himself, “I know it’s not what you want but I would feel much better if you let me bring you home.”

You observe him for another moment before nodding slowly. You just stare at each other, his breathing slowing and matching pace with yours and when the limo pulls up you both walk towards it, never breaking eye contact. You slid into the backseat and he follows his leg brushing your own.

“Where to sir?” the driver asks.

“Home,” he shouts back and your eyes widen.

“I thought you said you would take me home?”

“Yes, to my home. I want to take you out for a drink and being...well being me, I can’t do that without it causing a publicity nightmare…” He trails off looking at your wide eyes, “Is...is that okay?”

You get the feeling he doesn’t ask for permission very often and you slowly nod your head. This had to go down as one of the strangest nights of your life. Tom certainly turned out to be the villain in your fairytale but maybe there was still hope for at least a nice ending. The driver makes twists and turns and your stomach flips as his hand moves down to grasp the seat, finger brushing right against your own. Without thinking you move your pinky over to graze over his ring. You hear his breath catch as he links his pinky with your own.

The car pulls up to a gorgeous mansion with tall white columns and two marbled lion statues. The butler greets him at the door and you smile at him in greeting and hand over Maxwell’s coat. Maxwell takes your hand gently and guides you to another room. A large brown leather couch takes up the center of the room under a persian rug. A roaring fire in the fireplace illuminates the room in a warm glow, huge bay windows looking over an expansive garden and pool. He lets go of your hand and you feel the aftershocks slide up your arm from his touch.

He goes over to the bar on the far wall and pulls down two glasses. Filling a shaker with ice you watch as he meticulously fills it with vodka and vermouth, slapping the glass over it before he lifts it over his shoulder and shakes it furiously. You can see his arms flex under the white linen shirt he wears held in place by a pair of brown suspenders.

He slaps the side of the shaker to release it and strains them both into the glasses before spearing an olive and putting it into one glass and going to spear the other you shout, “No, please no olives,” he looks over at you eyebrow raised, “do you have any cherries?”

He says nothing, only removing another saucer and tossing two cherries into the other glass and carrying both over. He hands you the drink and clinks his glass against yours taking a sip. You watch, mouth dry, as he swallows and his neck stretches deliciously.

“Come,” he walks over to the couch and sits down patting the seat next to him.

You take the seat hesitantly beside him and take a sip savouring the taste. He puts down his drink on the small table in front of you and turns to you, “I think we got off on a rocky start…”

You snort, “you think?”

He glares at you before smiling, “Yeah...that was probably my fault. So why don’t we try this again,” he holds a hand out to you, “I’m Maxwell Lord the Fourth, CEO of Chimtech Consortium.”

You shake his hand feeling the electricity spark in your fingers again, telling him your name and adding the title of barista to the end. He repeats it slowly and feel yourself warm at the way your name comes out honeyed on his tongue.

The ice broke, the two of you into easy conversation talking about everything. All about his company, his family, what he likes to do when he gets a free afternoon, and even his favorite color. The more you learn about him the more you begin to unravel the mystery of Maxwell Lord. You’re both on your third vodka martini of the night when he brushes his fingers over your cheek.

“You have an eyelash,” he holds it on the tip of his finger putting it up gently to your lips, “make a wish,” he whispers.

You close your eyes and blow gently, lips pushed together and you sigh when you feel the press of his lips against your own. It’s hesitant and barely there and when he pulls away you surge forward pressing your chest against his own and capturing his lips in a heated kiss. He responds eagerly and pulls you close till you're straddling his waist on the couch, his hands running up and down your back. You groan as you feel him rub gently against you and he uses it to lick his tongue into your mouth.

You arch your back as you feel his tongue warm and velvety intermingle with your own. He scoots forward to the edge of the couch and pulls your legs to wrap around his waist. Hands moving lower to knead your ass gently through your dress. His foot kicks out and he knocks the drinks to the floor spilling onto the expensive rug. Glass shattering as they hit together just right.

You both pull away breathing heavy to look at the ground, the vodka seeping into the rug. You burst out laughing and he looks at you with that damn eyebrow cocked again, “What’s so funny?”

“I would like to get through one interaction with you without one of us spilling our drinks,” you tease eyes glittering as you smile at him.

His lips curve up and he lets out a chuckle, pulling you close to resume his kisses, “Ok, I’ll take the blame for that one sweetheart but the next one’s are on you.”

“Are you asking me out, Maxwell Lord the fourth?” you tease, pecking his lips gently.

“Yes,” he pulls away looking serious again, “What do you say?”

You throw your arms around his neck and kiss him again, “sure,” you let out breathlessly, “why the hell not?” Maybe you didn’t find your prince charming in Tom but something even better came along.

Suddenly, the door is thrown open and a thin older woman with grey hair in an immaculate Chanel suit stalks over to you, “Who the hell is this Trollope Maxwell?!” she screeches.

“Mother, please leave us alone,” he hisses.

Mother? Oh fuck, what have you gotten yourself into now.

Chapter Three: Orange Juice

#maxwell lord #Maxwell Lord x reader #Pedro Pascal #ww84 #Wonder Woman 1984

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kaitycole · 3 years

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chapter two: how it all began

Summary: Two little friends have always desired one thing: to end up as siblings. So when the chance presented itself after a finalized divorce, who were they to decline such an opportunity to finally bring their parents together?

Pairings: Bokuto Kōtarō x f!Reader

Word Count: 2577

Warnings: Angst. Fluff. Mentions of divorce, cheating, cussing

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters portrayed in this series. Part of the @babythotshq Dearest Daddy Collab

Tags: open (send me an ask to be added!)

October 2018

Jess wasn’t sure if she should take Bo up on his offer, her mind had her convinced that it was just him being friendly. He saw the way he had looked at you and yeah, he said you had just gotten married, but that doesn’t mean feelings just fade.

She had pulled up his contact several times in the two weeks since she’d gotten it. Since she wasn’t familiar with Osaka or Japan at all, there were no run-ins with him which Jess couldn’t decide if that was good or bad.

It was a rainy Friday when she finally texted him; her thoughts had caught up to her and it dawned on her that no number of miles would cure the pain in her heart.

The adult part of her understood that people are busy and Bo wasn’t ignoring her, he is a pro-athlete after all. But the other part of her, the part that isn’t so mature, chalks up the 20 minutes that passed as he didn’t really mean his offer.

Bo was finishing up in the locker room after practice, he pulled his phone out of his bag before stuffing in his practice clothes. He was on his way out when he finally glanced down and saw two notifications.

Y/N: Just wanted to remind you that I won’t be able to text until next Friday! I’ll bring back souvenirs! (4:05 pm)

He didn’t reply, it was painful to hear about your honeymoon and to be fair he didn’t really want a souvenir either; some constant reminder that you were with someone else. Not to mention all you talked about was how much Youta wanted to start a family. Yeah, he really didn’t need that reminder.

He did perk up however when he saw the second text, one from an unknown number.

Jess: Hey. It’s Jess. (3:12 pm)

Bo quickly noticed that it’d been over an hour since Jess texted him and he panicked. Should he call her or text her back? He groaned when he got to the main exit only to see it was pouring and he once again forgot an umbrella.

Bokuto: Hey! Just got out of practice, sup? (4:40 pm)

Jess smacked the palm of her hand against her forehead, instantly feeling dumb for not realizing it sooner. She stared at her screen, suddenly unsure of what to say.

Jess: I was wondering if your offer was still available? (4:44 pm)

A huge grin spread across Bokuto’s face as he read the message. It no longer mattered to him that it was raining heavily as he walked to the bus station or that he’d have to shower again when he got home.

Bokuto: ‘Course! When are you free? (4:50 pm)

Jess: Sunday? Noon? (4:51 pm)

Bokuto: See you then! (4:52 pm)

Saturday was spent texting Bo most of the day, eagerly deciding where they should go. They ended up agreeing to go to the Shinsaibashi district once Jess mentioned needing to pick up a few things for her apartment. They were both surprised when they learned they lived in neighboring complexes, just a short walk to the others.

On Sunday, Bo all but bounced his way to Jess’s apartment. He had mentioned their texts and conversations to Kuroo who was almost as excited as Bo was; Kuroo liked you, he always had, but he didn’t like seeing Bo so hung up on you and Jess gave him a way to let you go. Jess opened the door and was taken back for a moment, the last time she’d seen Bo he was post-game sweaty in a volleyball uniform, but here he was in her doorway wearing tight black jeans and a hoodie taking her breath away.

Bokuto smiled when saw Jess dressed up; when they met she had on a pantsuit, but here she looked more comfortable. She had one a maroon knee-length dress, stockings and brown boots, accompanied with a scarf; her brown hair was down and curled.

“Ready?” He reached out his hand.

“Ready!” She took his hand as she shut the door.

* * A few hours shopping around Shinsaibashi and Bo’s hands are full with most of Jess’s bags. She swore to him that she really didn’t mind carrying them, they were hers after all, but Bo wouldn’t hear it. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t help? She has a few new pieces to add to her wardrobe, a couple of picture frames for prints she wanted to hang up and a few beauty ideas.

He motioned for her to head to a café, sitting her bags in a spare chair at their table.

“You sure there’ll be room in your apartment for all this?” He teased.

Her cheeks burn red as she tried to hide her face with the menu, “I’m sorry. I could’ve gone shopping on my own. I’m sure you don’t want to waste a day off running errands.”

He waved her off, “It’s fine. This is fun. My only plans were to watch TV.”

“Oh. I guess I thought you might hang out with Y/N.” Jess smiled at the waitress as she ordered.

Bo quickly ordered what Jess had, not really paying much attention the mention of you had thrown him for a loop. “I…uhm…she’s out of town.” He cleared his throat, “Honeymoon.”

“I…I am so sorry! I shouldn’t have said anything!” Jess’s eye widened instantly feeling awful. “Wow I just keep messing up today.”

“It’s fine. Really.” He took a sip of his water, “I’m having a lot of fun.”

Jess bit her lip before she began to pick at the croissant she had ordered. Bo ate quietly too which was odd for him but he really wasn’t sure what to say.

“So?” They both spoke at the same time causing them both to laugh.

“You go first.” She offered with a small smile.

“What brought you to Japan?” Bo asked, mouth slightly full of croissant which makes her laugh for a second.

She fiddled with her napkin, her mouth dried slightly. “Can I speak freely?”

Bo cocked his head to the side, not fully understanding, “Of course.”

“I guess you could say I have a Y/N of my own.” She bit the inside of her cheek. “His name is Mark and for years he told me that when he fulfilled his goals, he’d finally be ready for a relationship. Well six years is a long time and 5300+ miles seemed far enough to start over.”

Bo nodded, part of him was glad that he met someone who understood, but the other part, the bigger part of him hated it because no one deserves to feel that way.

“Well, Mark sounds like a dick, but I am glad that it brought you here. I like you.” Bo smiled, noticing her cheeks turned bright pink.

“I like you too.” Jess smiled.

* * It didn’t take long for Jess and Bo to become attached at the hip; after the first few hangouts they quickly learned they had a lot in common. And for the things they didn’t have in common? They just taught each other about it.

The moment she expressed interest in volleyball, Bo jumped on the opportunity to teach her; even bringing her to the gym to show her a few moves with Hinata and Kuroo. The latter spent most of the time teasing Bo by flirting with Jess, even picking her up when she assisted in a block. Kuroo lived to pick on Bo, but he was happy Bo had someone in his life to help him get move on. He even managed to snap a photo when Bo picked up her, cheering with a sparkle in her eyes when she spiked a ball.

When Bo mentioned that he had always liked plants but couldn’t seem to keep on alive, Jess jumped on the chance to help him. Her apartment was filled with various types of plants; flowers and herbs and Bo loved listening to her go on and on about them. She went out and bought pots, soil and seeds and made it a challenge to see who could grow their plant the tallest; Bo quickly accepted and then in the same breath overwatered the seeds. Jess gifted him a fake plant short after.

Mid-April 2019

“Are you sure I look okay?” Jess asked, for the fourth time since Bo picked her up. They were sitting in his car outside of Kuroo’s apartment. Just like the other three times, he assured her that she looked beautiful.

“You’ll be the best looking one there.” Bo smiled as she rolled her eyes at him. He wasn’t lying, based on what Bo heard from Kuroo it was mostly just going be you, Jess, Bo, Kuroo and Kenma.

She looked down at her outfit one more time; dark blue skinny jeans, a pale pink flowy top with a thin gray sweater. She knew she’d looked fine, this was her go-to outfit back in California, but for some reason she didn’t feel confident in it. Maybe she should’ve worn her black ankle boots instead of her chestnut brown ones.

Her thoughts are interrupted when Bo opened her door, reaching his hand for hers. She gave him a straight smile as he pulled her into a hug. Breathing in his woody scented cologne instantly relaxed her; sandalwood quickly became a scent she yearned for since meeting him.

He lifted her chin with his index finger, making eye contact with her, “You look stunning. Stop worrying so much.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead causing her to smile.

He intertwined his fingers with hers before they walked into Kuroo’s apartment. Kuroo quickly answered the door.

“HEY HEY HEY!” Bo shouted in reply to Kuroo’s “HEY HEY!”

“Hey, Kuroo.” Jess smiled and then blushed when Kuroo grabbed her free hand, kissing the back of it.

“You know you can call me Tetsu.” He winked which caused Bo to pull Jess into the apartment, muttering that Kuroo worked just fine. Bo knew Kuroo was doing it to get under his skin, he wasn’t clueless, but Jess meant the world to Bo and he wanted to protect her. Kuroo was one of his closest friends and yeah, he trusted him, but Mark was still constantly on Jess’s mind. She needed more time to heal.

You were sitting on the couch when Bo and Jess walked in. You smiled at the pair, noting that Bo was still clinging on to her hand and how he had stiffened at Kuroo’s suggestion for her to call him by his first name.

After failing to agree on where to go to enjoy the night, Kuroo suggested seeing which set of best friends knew each other better. Kuroo clearly feeling that he and Kenma would have a landslide of a victory. Kenma shrugged since Kuroo took his gaming console and hid it which Kuroo and Bokuto took as agreeing. Bokuto was game for anything to show off his competitive side and to beat Kuroo.

The only issue was who would be Bokuto’s partner. Jess awkwardly stared between everyone not wanting to step on anyone’s toes.

“Bo, you can have Jess and Y/N. You’ll need all the help you can get.” Kuroo winked at Jess.

“It’s fine, I can sit this game out.” Jess said, holding her hands up. “I’ll pick the questions to ask.” “Oh no, it’s fine.” You smiled at her, “I don’t mind seeing what you got.”

“Are we gonna have a cat fight?” Kuroo raised an eyebrow which gained a glare from you, an elbow to the ribcage from Kenma and Bo shaking his head.

“No. I just think it’d be fun. If I play, we’d smoke ya!” You teased Kuroo, sticking out your tongue.

“What do ya, Jess? Be my partner?” Bo smiled and you couldn’t help but see the way Jess’s face flushed as she nodded before moving to sit next to him.

You watched the two of them scoot closer to each other, Bo’s hand resting gently on her thigh as if that’s the most natural thing. Bo was a touchy person, you weren’t blind to that but it made you feel…jealous?

Once upon a time, during the first year you met Bokuto, you developed a crush on the two-toned haired boy. You thought that you had been obvious about it and had dropped hints, but Bo never seemed to reciprocate it or catch on. So, you moved on, leaving the idea in your first-year classroom.

“Y/N, ask the first question!” Kuroo shouted.

“Hold on, hold on.” You scrolled on a website until you found what you were looking for. “Okay, we’ll start with Team KuroKen: What’s your best friend’s favorite food?”

“Easy peasy! Apple pie!” Kuroo smirked, knowing he was right.

“Grilled Mackerel.” Kenma sighed, clearly uninterested.

“Correct!” You cheered. “Now for Team Bess.” “Bess?” Jess scrunched up her face.

You shrugged, “All I could think of on short notice.”

“Cool name or not, we’re gonna win!” Bo wrapped his arm around Jess’s waist, pulling her tighter to him. “Jess’s favorite food is mashed potatoes.”

Jess grinned towards you, “And Bo’s is BBQ meat.”

“C’mon Y/N, give us a hard question!” Kuroo begged.

The four of them continued to answer question after question until both teams had a tied score of 20. You began to smirk to yourself when you found the perfect question. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Jess, she seemed nice enough, but Bokuto had been your best friend for years and you didn’t like the fact that someone thought that six months was long enough to act like they knew Bo.

“Here we go, perfect question.” You winked at Jess, “What was the last movie your best friend watched?”

Team KuroKen quickly answered and a confident Kuroo started gloating about how they already won.

“Bo last watched Coco!” Jess exclaimed.

“Actually, it was (your favorite movie) a few weeks ago when I was upset.” You shrugged with a smirk on your face. Jess got up, excusing herself to go to the bathroom.

“WE WON!” Kuroo shouted before teasing Bokuto that maybe he’d have better luck next time.

“Kuroo, calm down.” Kenma sighed.

“No, Y/N, it was Coco.” Bo stood up, shaking his head, “We watched it together a few nights ago.”

“Well,” you stammered, crossing your arms. “How was I supposed to know?”

“You could’ve waited until I answered.” He let out a deep breath.

“That doesn’t make her your best friend.” You all but shouted.

“I can have more than one best friend.” Bo started walking towards the bathroom to find Jess. “You do, you have Youta, right? Why can’t I have Jess?”

Kuroo let out a low, awkward whistle before Kenma shook his head, heading into the kitchen.

“Youta is my husband. Jess is just...Jess. You’ve known her less than a year.”

“But you always said you’d marry your best friend. And so what? Jess is important to me, that should be enough for you to accept her.”

He walked down the hall, knocking on the bathroom door before gently opening it. He found Jess sitting on the side of the tub, tears in her eyes. Bo kneeled in front of her, pulling her into his arms, apologizing.

“Guess I should’ve just picked the questions, huh?” She laughed and a small sob mixed with it.

Bo started to laugh, “You’re something else, you know that?”

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beautifulletdownfics · 3 years

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EXTENDED PREVIEW - Terrible to Meet You - A Harry Styles One Shot

Hi everyone!! I know you’ve not heard much of anything exciting in terms of fic from me in a few weeks - life stuff, sorry. But here’s an extended preview in addition to the First Preview (here) for my @1dffchallenges Quarantine Challenge fic, Terrible To Meet You!

Harry wants to get out of the house. Alex wants to get home.

Alex meets Harry at at crossroads. Harry meets Alex on a one way street.

A coffee shop OU fic feat. lattes, lamingtons & that Great Unfathomable Feeling.

Word count: TBC (aka who can say?)

As always, for further reading: My Masterlist

Here’s Part 1 of 10 of Terrible To Meet You (to be posted in two sections of 5 parts each) ++

Harry doesn’t know it, but the day he met Alex was her saddest in London.

The first time Harry came to Daily Dose cafe, she was sitting in the back of the shop on a stool behind Paul, picking her way through a toasted croissant. Her mind on the home on the other side of the world she’d willingly left years before but was now unwillingly being kept from returning to.

Paul was running the coffee machine like the fabulous one-man show that he was, throwing a high kick and a slut drop between shots of espresso or whenever the loud music pumping around them called for it. Which was often. The only way to survive being in such close quarters with Paul was to enjoy his theatrics. It usually had Alex in stitches, and he was trying extra hard that day. But homesickness and heartache are some of the strongest forces, and they drag hearts to the ground every minute of the day.

In March they permanently locked the front door to customers, instead refiguring the already tiny shop so that the wide window opened out onto the street and they could serve takeaway coffees virtually straight onto the footpath. People formed a line during busy times or walked straight up to the window in the afternoons. It was a tight squeeze behind the counter for Paul and Alex, but The Daily Dose was a hole in the wall place anyway, and room had never been in abundance.

“I beg your pardon!” Paul said from his spot almost on the floor, his attention on the depth of his squat and not on the fact a figure in need of caffeine arrived at the window.

“Hello,” Harry said, almost shyly, but then his eyes brightened and he smiled as if reading the room and calibrating what sort of place he’d arrived at, “Excellent form, mate.”

“Why thank you,” Paul ascended gracefully from the floor and leant against the coffee machine dramatically, “Best coffee in London too.”

Harry’s eyebrows rose, and Alex watched the interaction with interest. Her heart was racing, picking up the moment Harry’s eyes briefly met hers, and she was trying her best to conceal it, but it felt like the thumping blood vessels in her ears could’ve been audible beyond her. This wasn’t quite as exciting as the time actual Richard Gere came and got a coffee (skim latte, one sugar. And banana bread, toasted) but Harry Styles was definitely going to be newsworthy around the TV at dinner with Mia and Jarrad that evening. He was also so … Plain in real life. His cheeks were flushed red, and where his beanie pulled his hair off his forehead Alex noticed his high hairline and the way Harry’s ears were oddly shaped.

“Really? Best in London?” Harry asked, his scepticism teasing. He was playing along, the only thing required for Paul to like someone.

“To be fair, it depends on the barista,” Alex mumbled from her perch, just loud enough for them both to hear. She fought to keep her features straight and the blush at bay.

Paul spun around to look at her, his eyes playful, “Keep your mouth shut, you, that croissant is coming out of your pay.”

“My last shift was on Friday, I’m not getting paid anymore,” she threw back quickly, eyes darting to Harry at the window watching the exchange with amusement touched very lightly with concern. If he’d arrived five minutes earlier, Harry would have come upon a vastly different vibe.

“You owe me four quid twenty then,” Paul didn’t falter at what could’ve been an emotional tripping hazard; Alex’s Tragic Failure at Getting Home.

Paul called lunch for Alex because she started getting teary when his pep talk turned to the universe having some reason for her staying in London. That some cosmic event might be just about to take place and she couldn’t miss it. Back then, Alex wasn’t into that mumbo jumbo stuff but knew it came from a good place in Paul.

“I am getting paid, promise, ” Alex said directly to Harry, who was almost frowning. She pushed herself up off the milk crate and sided up to Paul behind the machine who was now more interested in the Spotify playlist ending, “What do you have?”

Harry blinked, “Sorry?”

“If you don’t order he’ll just guess,” she pointed at Paul but reached for a cardboard coffee cup from the shelf over her head, mock whispering the next bit, “Thinks he’s got a sixth sense.”

“Oh um,” Harry fumbled his words, “I guess it’s a … An Americano really but I … Yeah. Thanks.”

“But you?” Alex dropped one hip down and crossed her arms, wanting the end of his sentence.

He referenced her Australian accent and wished he had a more clever way to appear cultured in front of this terrifyingly captivating, pretty barista, “That’s not what you’d call it.”

Alex didn’t blink but nodded once, lips quirked up as her eyes carried the smile, “It’s actually called long black, yes.”

The red over Harry’s cheeks extended down his neck, and he was standing on the toes of his left foot with the heel of his right, swaying awkwardly as he laughed at his own sudden inability to carry a conversation. Harry briefly wondered to himself how many weeks of lockdown needed to take place before he’d lose the ability to speak English entirely. “Long black,” he repeats obediently, noting the familiar bell ringing in his head from a trip to Australia years before.

“But you …” Alex raised her eyebrows as she prompted him and gave Harry an encouraging look, “Want a dash of milk? Like it strong? Take it weak? Wait, you’re not a caramel or hazelnut man, are you?”

Harry giggled, actually giggled, at her, “You’re too quick.”

“Thanks,” she grinned, moving to start grinding a dose of beans but also conveniently hiding her own heated cheeks. Something about Harry’s white flag makes her coy for having won the round, “What’s your actual order?”

He seemed to let out half a breath, “I don’t like it too hot, so I usually ask for a bit of cold water on top.”

Alex nodded, made the coffee and then held the card reader out the window for Harry to wave his phone over. The system chirped happily, and in less than ten minutes, the whole thing was over. Harry walked down the street and around the corner, likely never to be seen by The Daily Dose again. Paul hit play on his Kelly Clarkson playlist but spoke loudly over the top of it.

“Holy Jesus,” he lightly hit Alex’s shoulder, his Spotify act finally able to be abandoned (it was always Kelly Clarkson), “Alexandra, I think you just got a boyfriend, love.”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Ivory Dress

For: @thatesqcrush Valentine’s Bingo and a request from the lovely @beccabarba who requested this:

< I have an idea for Vday Bingo - 'Yayo' with Nick Amaro, if you'd like to write it? Use the lines "Put me onto your black motorcycle / Fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do' / It only takes two hours to Nevada / I wear your sparkle..." Reader is dating Nick in his new LA life. He proposes and they decide to elope to Las Vegas to get married, on his new motorbike! They stay over after the wedding...if you want to write the wedding night too, or not?! 💕💘>

Hope you enjoy it my love x And this also follows on from the relationship that started in Holiday Bingo.

Bingo square: Yayo- Lana Del Ray.

Pairing: Nick Amaro x reader

Warnings: weddings, slight spank and smut. Protection wasn't spoke about, these two have been in a relationship for a while and now married so we will assume Protection is taken care off.

WC: 1643

Enjoy x

You moved out to LA after doing 2 years long distance. You had told Liv you were thinking about making the move to be closer to Nick and a couple of weeks later a position came up at Los Angeles SVU, you applied and got the job. Nick wanted you to move in with him, so he found a house that was half way between your work and his. You had been out there for 9 months loving life with Nick and with the kids when Nick proposed on a day trip to Laguna Beach and although you guys hadn’t picked a date, you both wanted something low key.

You had been walking down the street with your new partner Renee on Friday after questioning a victim for a case when you walked past a wedding dress shop seeing a dress in the window. You both looked at each other and smiled, you walked in tried it on, paid for it and brought it home. Nick wasn’t home when you got home so you showered putting the dress on again to make sure you had the same feelings you had when you were in the shop. You looked at yourself in the mirror at your Ivory fifties baby doll dress for my 'I do' smiling to yourself thinking about the day you would finally become Mrs Nick Amaro.

You had just settled down on the couch in shorts and tank top after you putting your dress in the spare room when you heard the reeve of Nick’s motorcycle coming around the corner and then stopping in your drive. You heard Nick come in closing the back door behind him taking his backpack off dropping it on the floor and sitting his black helmet on the table,

“Hey mi Amor. Missed you baby” Nick lent over the back of the couch peaking your lips.

“Hey babe. Missed you” You watched on biting your bottom lip as Nick took off his leather jacket and pants leaving him in his boxers and white undershirt.

Nick made his way around to sit next to you throwing an arm around you kissing your temple.

“How was your day?” you rested your hand on his thigh.

“It was good” he smiled at you “Glad’s it’s the weekend though so I can be with you” he cooed making you giggle “How was your day Hermosa?”

“Good, getting closer to cracking the case and” you cleared your throat “I found a dress”

Nick looked down at you with a big grin “The dress?” Nick raised an eye brow at you.

“Yes Nicolas the dress” you rolled your eyes.

“Guess we better pick a date”

“Or” you smiled over at him “Put me onto your black motorcycle, it only takes two hours to Nevada”

“You want to get married in Vegas? You would be happy with that?”

“As long as I wear your sparkle” you looked down at your engagement ring “and I’ am marrying you I don’t care where we get married”

“Will your dress fit in a back pack? You won’t need any other clothes while we are there” Nick cupped your cheek with a cheeky smirk leaning over to kiss you deeply “Just pack that black set that I like”

“Going to let me put on a show for you Daddy” you purred

“You can bet your life on it baby”

The next 24 hours was a blur. After you mentioned to Nick about going to Vegas to get married you both face-timed your families to make sure they were ok with it, promising them to take photos and letting your mum’s organise a big party to celebrate. While you packed the back packs with a few things, your wedding bands included, which Nick had brought when he got your engagement ring Nick rang ahead to book the honeymoon suite at the Bellagio and then jumped on line booking the little white chapel for the following afternoon.

Nick had tears in his eyes when you walked down the aisle to him in you ivory tea length 50’s style capped sleeved baby doll dress and navy shoes, red lips and hair pulled back in a low pony tail curled style and tears came to your eyes when you saw Nick in a black suit with a grey button down tucked in, his neck on show. You had a quick dinner in a restaurant down stairs of the hotel, you both not being able to keep your hands off each other,

“Your Mrs Amaro now, how does it feel?” Nick had his arm around your shoulders, his lips at your ear gripping your thigh through your dress.

“Amazing” you purred “But how about we take this upstairs so you can fuck me like Mrs Amaro”

Nick was sitting in the arm chair in your room his legs spread apart, shirt out, buttons undone hanging open showing off his under shirt, his shoes and socks gone, his eyes dark and grin wolfish. You stepped between his legs leaning down to rest your hands on his thighs, your face close to his,

“Excited to see what I have on under this baby” you purred scrapping your nails down his clothed thighs and Nick groaned.

You stood up toeing your heels off kicking them out of the way. You gave Nick a wink and turned around reaching behind you to your zipper pulling it down too its end. You let it slide off your shoulders letting it drop pooling around your feet. Nick groaned reaching down to rub himself over his zipper when he seen you in his favourite lace boob tube thong sets, but you had brought it in red without him knowing. You looked over your shoulder and you felt your aerosol soak through the thong smearing your thighs when you saw him with hooded eyes his belt and pants undone, his hand wrapped around his long hard length.

You stepped back out of your dress bending down to pick it up and you felt Nick’s hand landing on your ass cheek. Making your gasp biting your bottom lip and moaning before you stood up throwing your dress on the other arm chair.

“You didn’t tell me you got it in another colour Amor”

“It was surprise baby”

You walked between his legs again getting down on your knees, grabbing the waist of his pants and boxers tugging them down. Nick lifted his hips up so you could pull them off and you threw them to the side. Nick made quick work of ripping off his shirt and under shirt throwing them to rest with his pants. You reached behind you unclipping your bra letting it fall off your body and Nick licked his lips at your bare breast.

You looked up at him through your eye lashes with a small grin, wrapping one hand around his length to hold it still, leaning forward more pushing his cock between your breasts to rest in your cleavage. Nick grabbed onto the arms of the chair, his knuckles turning white. You moving your hand away from him, both your hands going to the sides on your tits pushing them together rising up on your knees and sinking back down, fucking Nick with them.

“Fu- Y/N” Nick groaned his head dropping back, mouth wide open thrusting up into your chest. You pushed your breast together more moving up and down on his cock and Nick made a noise somewhere between a chock and a moan “Baby I ‘am going to come-babe stop please” You pulled back falling on your hunches “Y/N, fuck that felt good” Nick tried to catch his breath “But I want to come in you”

Nick stood up reaching for you pulling you up into him, hooking his pointer fingers on the waits of your thong pushing it down and off. His lips on yours wasting no time deepening the kiss, one arm around your middle, the other going straight to your wet pussy, his fingers running through your wet as he backed you to the bed. You turned Nick around pushing him down on the bed on his back moving to straddle his middle,

“Mrs Amaro is feisty. I should have married you before now” Nick’s voice was deep and husky.

You grabbed Nick’s wrists in your hands, wrapping your fingers around them, pinning them above his head leaning down kissing down from Nick’s ear and along his neck. Nick moaned when you nipped on his sweet spot lifting your hips up to line yourself to him sinking down.

“But you love it don’t you babe” you rolled your hips over Nick and his eyes slammed shut, bucking up into you as you bounced on his length.

You could tell he was close, he was still so worked up from before. The room was filled with the smell of sex, slapping skin, loud moans and groans.

“Baby- I’am close” Nick grunted out thrusting up into you, his skin covered in sweat.

You let go of Nick’s wrists pushing yourself up resting your hands on either side of his belly button, Nick reached for one of your hips with one hand and found your clit with the other rolling it with his long pointer finger,

“Oh Nick” you moaned loud slamming yourself down on Nick, your head falling back as your coil snapped your release rushing through you at lighting speed.

Your orgasms was so intense that the way your inner walls gripped Nick was enough to push him over the edge into his own pure pleasure spilling deep inside you. Your hips rolls slowed as you came down from your high and you lent down kissing Nick deeply, his hands threading into your hair to pull you closer.

“I love you Y/N Amaro”

“I love you too Nick Amaro”

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boop-le-snoot · 3 years

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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 28

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TWs/SUMMARY: Hulk interaction Hulk interaction Hulk interaction. Plot is thickening. Feelings. Operation Baby Thief! A wild Coulson appears. Lokireader besties <3 There's just a lot going on.

Bruce hulked out within minutes of my confession.

As I stood in the middle of the common room, partially hidden behind Loki and scrunching the fabric of my hoodie, I had no choice but to observe the reactions of various Avengers to the fact someone might have... Predictably, Sam, Tony and Stephen looked like kicked puppies. I trusted Loki to handle that part. Steve, Bucky and Natasha had murder on their mind and Thor, Pietro just stared at me, aghast.

I noticed the tinge of green before anybody else, perhaps, because I'd been used to automatically seek comfort from Bruce. My interactions with Hulk, however brief and few and in-between, were positive. As much as they could be with a someone's alter-ego that possessed the emotional intelligence of a twelve year old. So I could safely say that what startled me was the noise of Bruce transforming and not the Hulk himself.

The Hulk growled, zeroing in on me - I remembered of Loki, who stood frozen, and their mutual disregard. The decision was prompt - I stepped out from behind the Asgardian, waving shyly at the large green creature. He was LARGE. Like, I could comfortably sit on one of his shoulders.

"Hey, Hulk. I'm alright, don't worry big guy," I took unhurried steps towards the agitated creature. He seemed to be satisfied with my statement, giving me another once over and growling quietly in the back of his throat. An idea struck me: "Wanna get out of here? The gym has more space, we can sit and talk there."

The stares I was getting were downright incredulous. Here I was, an average human being, fearlessly making my way over to the destruction machine that was the Hulk. I knew he wouldn't hurt me - on purpose.

"No," He growled. "We find bad man. Then Hulk smash." The green creature raised, I had to admit, valid points.

"It's going to be pretty boring though. We have to sort through the security footage, then probably traffic cams, then hold Steve back from going in there in Terminator mode..." I listed off all the logical steps of the investigation until I reached the Hulk. My neck was going to get a crick in it from tilting it so I could see his face. "I'd rather..." I didn't get to finish my sentence as I was suddenly picked up. One large hand gently cradled me to Hulk's chest, akin to a kitten, the other hand landing right under my butt.

I heard a collective exhale from the team, acutely aware of the way they were eyeing me and Hulk.

"Boring," The green creature agreed. His face briefly contorted in what I perceived to be an intense thought process. "Necessary." The word had to come from Bruce; it slipped out with difficulty off the Hulk's tongue, stiff.

"Not you too, big guy," I giggled-slash-groaned, giving a playful slap to the hand wrapped around me. "Fine. Let's get this over with." I looked around in search of a spot for Hulk to park his butt somewhere. The ceiling was barely tall enough for him to comfortably stand.

I needn't have worried as he simply sat down cross-legged right where he stood, still holding me to his chest. "Now," He announced, looking expectantly at Tony.

The engineer chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "Yeah, you're right, big guy. Let's find this sonuvabitch." Tense snorts and sounds of agreement filled the room, drowning out the noise of Tony tapping on his keyboard and communicating with Friday.

I poked Hulk in one green, large finger. "Maybe I could sit on your shoulder?"

He nodded, letting me crawl all over his green, hard chest and arms to sit on the large expanse of his left shoulder. It was comfortable as far as shoulders go; inwardly, I squeed like a mad woman. I was friends with the Hulk and I was sitting on his shoulder! Lost in my fangirling, I absentmindedly began messing with his dark hair, only noticing it when satisfied rumbling started coming from his chest. The Hulk was... Purring?

"Puny Banner upset," Hulk declared shortly after the team found the man who drugged me and started tracking his movements. It wasn't someone who'd been invited to the party, which meant there was a serious security breach - it was all hands on deck kind of situation.

"Yeah, I can understand that. I'm pretty upset too, the hangover I got was terrible, I threw up in Loki's apartment," I said, frowning. "And my boys are going to mope now," I rolled my eyes.

"Banner says he will talk with them," Hulk replied, placing hand over my legs. "Hulk will help Banner."

I couldn't help it, I snorted. "Gonna smash some common sense into them?" He grinned at me, too mischievous for someone who was described to be a mindless destruction machine. "I think they're beyond that."

"I can hear you two talking shit about me and I do not appreciate it," Tony piped up suddenly, shooting us a hurt look. To be fair, his shoulders looked considerably less tense and the cloud over his face had dissipated by a little bit. Me and Hulk managed to erase at least some of the guilt away. I think. Stephen, however, still remained frowning and closed-off.

"You're stupid, Tony." Hulk answered, sounding a little bit smug. I gaped at the exchange together with Natasha and Steve. It seemed like Hulk's sense of... Humor was a novelty.

"Hey, don't pick on my dumbass white boys," I chastised the green... Man, side-eyeing him. "Only I can pick on them. If someone else does it, I'mma throw hands if I have to."

"Puny," Hulk replied petulantly, poking me with a finger, making me sway in my spot. I rolled my eyes fondly, settling in to mess with his hair again for the sake of having something to do with my hands. The brief exchange helped to get my overactive brain off the case but the tranquility didn't last very long.

Natasha and Bucky left to interrogate the guards responsible for the security breach, Loki shooting me an apologetic look and following the two. I smiled back, knowing the Asgardian wasn't fully comfortable being around the Hulk due to his previous experiences with the big guy.

"Wait, hold on. That guy. I know that guy." As an array of faces appeared on the large screen, a familiar pair of mismatched eyes stared at me from it. Hulk tensed under me and the team turned towards me expectantly as I shrunk slightly under their combined gaze. "The one with anisocoria - with the weird eyes. He works at a coffee shop near my school, actually he only started working recently, few months ago. He tried to flirt with me but Peter said he felt weird about the guy so I stopped going to that café." I explained the situation as eloquently as I could, seeing Clint's eyes widen at my story.

"Are you sure?" Stephen Strange raised an eyebrow. "Because that man is a mercenary that we have been looking for months."

I felt my heart skip a beat. "A what now?" My ears were ringing. Hulk growled quietly under me, evidently sensing my distress.

"A hired man," Clint typed on his phone rapidly. "Mostly sells not-so-harmless trinkets on the black market. Hydra, AIM, you name it. Anything for the highest bidder." Clint muttered. "I'm calling Peter, maybe he can tell us something more. This is an Avengers level threat." The Hawk's jaw was firm and his face was hard.

"Already on it," Tony looked shaken. I understood him - someone like that had invaded his tower, his home. Hell, I myself felt like someone had spit right in my soul. It was my home, too, to some extent.

"Let me down please, Tony needs a hug," I whispered to the Hulk, who begrudgingly did as I requested. I padded over to Tony, wrapping myself around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. He always was my comfort; expensive cologne and motor oil filled my senses as my arms clutched at his chest from behind. I didn't expect reprocitation - Tony wasn't the one for emotional vulnerability.

"He could have gotten you," He whispered, almost inaudibly, fingers shaking where they typed rapid-fire commands.

"Bold of you to assume I would have gone down without a fight," I answered as calmly as I could. "He is either dumb, or reckless or has nothing to lose. Planning a coup in the middle of your tower..."

"Or he's showing us that he can just do that," Clint supplied unhelpfully. "The guard who let him in just has been found dead and his family is missing. Natasha texted, she's calling in SHIELD. This is now Operation Baby Thief."

I couldn't help the snort that escaped my lips. "Baby Thief, really?"

"Nobody's stealing Princess," Tony barked, finally turning his head and pressing a sloppy kiss to my cheek. "Not if I have to do anything with it."

"I will make sure the pathetic mortal scum never walks," Thor finally piped up, voice low. In the distance, the harsh noise of thunder and pouring rain echoed through the city.

I frowned but withdrew from Tony, finally feeling well enough to do something. My hands itched to help and as appealing as snuggling with Hulk appeared, my brain had gone straight into overdrive. "Should we take a blood sample to find out what he dosed me with? It's not Roofies, and the hangover is too shitty for it to be anything like Ecstasy." I mused out loud, pacing in the small space between the Hulk and the nearest wall.

"That is a sensible idea," Doctor Strange piped up, giving me an appreciative look. "We'll wait for Romanoff," One angry look at his own scarred, shaking hands, Stephen went back to the book he was reading. He needed a hug, too, I decided.

"Puny Banner will do it," Hulk suddenly announced, reaching out for me.

I obliged, giving the green giant a hug. "Maybe we can go play in Central Park once it's warmer, whatcha think?" I looked up at him, brain just so full of different things. Ideas bounced off one another like ping pong balls.

The Hulk grinned and... Well, I didn't see the transformation, my eyes shut themselves as soon as I felt the flesh under my palms begin to shrink and expand. It wasn't that I was afraid, rather, the feeling was so bizarre that my racing brain had to automatically shut down in fears of being overstimulated.

"Hi," Bruce supplied meekly, an adorable blush staining his cheeks. I didn't resist the urge to kiss and hold him close, and we stood there with him holding up his pants with one hand and clutching my hoodie with the other until Tony cleared his throat.

"You good, Brucie-bear?" The engineer gave a distracted smile towards us, not taking his eyes off the keyboard.

"Yes, Tones," The scientist replied easily, adding with a frown: "I'm glad me and Hulk finally agree on something." With that, he departed in the search of normal pants and the tools needed to acquire my blood sample.

I gave it without much fuss, waving to Bucky, Natasha and Loki that had returned with a middle-aged, balding man in tow. The shared look of amusement between Steve and Bucky and the man's starry-eyed look towards the Captain let me deduce it was one Agent Coulson, the very same man Tony couldn't stop telling stories about, the one with the Captain America trading cards.

So, mayhaps, me taking place in Stephen's lap while Bruce filled up three whole vials full of my blood wasn't exactly the smartest way to go about it. Tony found it amusing, Steve was shaking his head in fond annoyance and Stephen himself struggled to maintain his indifference, yet, the blush betrayed him.

"Agent, what brings you to our humble abode?" Tony snorted, seeing the man raise an eyebrow at the display of affection.

"Operation Baby Thief," Coulson replied with a sigh. "I see the Baby is secure. Keep it that way." Oh, the man was cheeky. I liked him already.

"The Baby has a Tony, a Sorcerer Supreme and a Hulk," I retorted haughtily. "And a functional brain. Fuck that guy."

"Indeed," Coulson snorted. "Tell me, what do you know about the Hamptons incident?"

I blanched, immediately tensing. Bruce withdrew the needle and pressed a bandage over the wound, running gentle fingers over my arm. Everybody must've noticed my surprise, turning to me with their faces full of expectation. Stephen's touch was calming, slightly trembling at the nape of my neck.

"Not much, to be honest. I was about thirteen when it happened and my mother tried to hide it from me," I chewed on my lip, looking away. "What I managed to find out is that there was a robbery that resulted in two deaths, my father being one of the suspects because he was high as hell on coke and he was found sleeping in the same room as the open gun safe," I recalled the memories of mother angrily screaming at dad, calling her law firm colleagues late at night. "I don't need a law degree to know the evidence was flimsy. Dad got a drug charge, his buddies got the same and both the killer and the gun were never found." I exhaled loudly, tapping my foot on the floor, supressing the need to pace.

Coulson nodded, opening a thin manila folder and producing an image of a small, wooden box with carvings that looked like runes on it. "Have you seen this object?"

I felt my blood run cold, my vision swam. "Yes," I swallowed dryly. "That's my end-of-the-world box. I buried it in my grandparents' backyard two years ago."

"End of the world?" Coulson asked, alarmed. "Did you open it?"

"No," I shook my head negative. "I found it in my room at one point and every time I looked at it, it felt... Wrong. Like it was a glitch in a computer game. I couldn't sleep, so I stuck it in my closet and that gave me terrible nightmares and sleep paralysis. I took it with me when I went to visit Gramps and buried it three feet deep under the cherry tree." My hands were shaking once again; I had forgotten about the box but my body remembered the primal, untameable terror that I experienced in it's proximity. At fourteen years old, I just thought I had an overactive imagination or something, too many horror movies, hormonal storms.

"That is a magical artifact," Stephen's voice was quiet and concerned. "A very dangerous, destructive at that. How long were you in it's presence?"

"About nine months, give or take."

"And you didn't open it once, not even a little bit?" Tony had caught on the trend, almost a hysterical edge to his voice.

"No, and I think I know why," I looked to the side. "I saw Wanda on the TV, and, like, magic was confirmed to be real, so I guess I was sure whatever is in there, it wasn't good. During that time, my parents told me I was sleepwalking but I can't remember any of it. I might have wanted to get that box to someone of your... Specialty," I briefly messed with the sleeve of Stephen's shirt, exhaling loudly when his hand grasped mine and held it with care. "I think that box messed with my head... Because I swear that I had no recollection of it until you brought it up," I realized suddenly, my eyes shooting up in blind panic. What else have I forgotten?!

"That is astonishing," Loki's baritone exclaimed. "Nine months is a long time to resist the pull of such a strong artifact." My best friend stated with a great deal of respect.

People in the room started talking all at once. Stephen and Tony declared I needed to get checked out by a professional - Tony meaning s doctor and Stephen meaning a healer of the magical kind; Bruce scooted over and pulled my frozen body in a solid hug; Steve and Bucky planned out to get the box from my grandparents' house, debating whether to take Loki or Thor with them; the SHIELD part of the team discussing the intel and further plans to catch the rogue mercenary.

The door opened quietly.

"Hi everybody, hello Mr. Stark," Peter was disheveled, his ratty backpack in one hand and an enormous sandwich in another. "Got here as fast as I could. What's up?"

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Alone in the Ashes {8}

A Court of Thorns and Roses fanfction, characters belong to Sarah J Maas. Modern au. Revolves around Nesta x Cassian, Feyre x Rhysand, and Elain x Azriel. Other characters appear throughout. Based on multiple prompts sent in by anons tbr below.

Warning: Mature content. Alcohol abuse, verbal abuse, drugs, sex, language, eating disorders.

For summary & chapter index, click > Alone in the Ashes {Acotar}

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: Short & Sweet. As far as feel good chapters go, this one nears the top of the list.

Also, I’m fully aware I’ve used this gif in everything i have ever written, and i do not regret it, whatsoever.

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“Your hand,” he repeats. “Give it to me.” I extend my shaking right hand. And – in a moment that is a hundred dreams come true – Joshua Wasserstein laces his fingers through mine. A staggering shock of energy shoots straight into my veins. Straight into my heart. “There,” he says. “I’ve been waiting a long time to do that.” ― Stephanie Perkins, Isla and the Happily Ever After

The past week had been blissful.

Since the day Rhysand got drunk off his ass, all had been well between him and Feyre - amazing, actually.

It was all so easy, so natural, so normal.

And the sex was incredible.

When Feyre got home from work on Friday afternoon, nothing sounded better to her than soaking in a nice, hot bubble bath, but it seemed her plans would have to wait, because the moment she walked through the door, Rhysand was standing in the middle of the room with a bouquet of roses, looking handsome in his jeans and button down shirt.

He smiled.

Feyre eyed him, suspiciously, as she shut the door behind her. “Well, hi.”

“Hi,” he said, chuckling. “Go put on something nice.”

Feyre lifted her brow and gestured to her scrubs, covered in weenie dogs. “This isn’t nice?”

Rhysand laughed. “Feel free to keep that on, but you may get some strange stares.”

Feyre slipped off her shoes and set down her bag before walking toward Rhysand and taking the flowers from his hand.

“These are pretty,” she said, quietly, cheeks heated. “Thank you.”

“Mhmm,” Rhysand said, biting his lower lip. “I realized this morning that I have yet to take you on a proper date.”

“Is that so?” Feyre asked, kissing him on the cheek before bringing the flowers into the kitchen. She found a tall glass and filled it with water.

Rhysand came up behind her as she put the flowers inside. His arms wrapped around her waist, his teeth nipped at her neck. “Yes, so go get dressed.”

Feyre turned around and placed her palms against his chest, feeling the muscles beneath his gray flannel. “Is this a new shirt?”

“It is,” he agreed. “See, I went shopping for this. It’s a pretty big deal.”

Feyre laughed. “Alright, fine. I’m going.”

“Good,” he said, eyes narrowed, as she tauntingly walked away, down the hall.

She closed herself inside of her bedroom and stripped off her scrubs. She should hurry, no telling what he had planned.

At last, she chose a black slip dress that reached just past her knees. A long slit went up the side, stopping mid-thigh. She paired it with some simple, black strappy heels before brushing her hair out and putting it all into a messy bun at the top of her head.

Thanks to dry shampoo.

After a quick make-up touch-up, and drowning herself in perfume, she was walking back out into the living room. Rhysand was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone when he looked up, and smiled.

Phone long forgotten.

“Do you approve?” Feyre crooned.

“To put it lightly,” he said, and stood, and held out his hand.

Feyre intertwined her fingers with his, grabbed her purse, and they were gone. She thought they were going to go to the car, but Rhysand just led her down the sidewalk.

“If I knew we were walking everywhere, I would’ve worn more comfortable shoes.”

Rhysand grinned. “We won’t walk far, I promise.”

“Hopefully toward food,” Feyre grumbled. “I’m starving.”

Rhysand said nothing. He kept his lips shut, his smile broad.

True to his word, not far after, they walked up to a bistro and sat on the patio, below a series of string lights.

“Does Velaris really need string lights?” Feyre asked, sipping on her wine. “Takes away from the starlight.”

Rhysand huffed a laugh. “I suppose that’s true.” All he had done since the moment they sat down was stare at her. Even when he was ordering, he never took his eyes off Feyre.

“You’re making me nervous,” she murmured.

“Can’t I look at you?” he asked, brow lifted.

“No,” she laughed. “You may not.”

“And just like that, you’ve defeated my purpose for the night,” he said, shaking his head. “Cruel woman.”

“I thought the purpose of tonight was to spoil me,” she said, with a wink.

“That too,” he laughed, just as the waitress brought their food. “But that’s the purpose of every night.”

They ate their meals, and laughed, and joked, just as they always had. Conversation swept between them easily, naturally, as it always had. Nothing had changed - everything had just been made stronger.

After they ate, they walked along the Sidra, through the Rainbow, all around town, her hand in his.

It was simple.

But it was perfect.

Feyre Archeron was falling in love with her best friend.

~~~~~

Elain was nervous.

It had been a long time since she’d been out on a first date, and only a few months since Graysen. She wasn’t ready.

But she couldn’t tell Azriel no.

She liked him.

She was drawn to him.

And, according to Mila, they should be married.

A statement that did not, at all, help Elain’s nerves.

She slipped on a skirt and a tank top, paired with a necklace and some flats, deciding that was appropriate for most places they could go to dinner in the city.

Elain was ready before he arrived, and she spent the remaining minutes pacing in the living room.

Then the doorbell rang.

Followed by a soft knock on the door.

After a deep breath, Elain opened the door and smiled. “Hi.”

Azriel stood there, a head taller than she, wearing jeans and a black Henley shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. “Hey. Ready?”

She nodded, stepped out, and shut the door behind her.

He was the perfect gentleman, opening the passenger side door and helping her up inside of his truck before he got himself inside.

He turned on the engine, and soft rock n’ roll came out of the speakers.

“Hungry?”

No. “A little bit.”

Azriel smiled. “Good.”

“Where’s Mila tonight?” Elain asked, hands in her lap, over her purse.

“With my friend Mor,” Azriel explained. “She’s here from school for the summer.”

Elain nodded, and smiled.

And an uncomfortable silence ensued.

She knew Azriel was feeling it too because he was lightly tapping the steering wheel, his lips sucked in.

They drove the rest of the way in silence. Thankfully, the restaurant he was taking her to was only ten minutes away.

When he pulled into a parking space, he cleared his throat, and turned off the engine. “Look,” he began, just as Elain said, “So-”

They looked at each other and laughed.

“You first,” Elain urged.

Azriel scratched the back of his neck. “I just...I’m not very good at this.”

Elain nodded, smiling faintly. “Neither am I. It’s been five years since I’ve been on a first date.”

If Azriel was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Well, then I guess we’ll both embarrass ourselves together, yeah?”

Elain smiled. “Yeah.”

He got out of the truck and went to her door. Once he opened it, he held out his hand. She took it, his fingers warm and calloused.

Once they were seated, after they ordered their food, Azriel asked, “So, what do you do? I mean, you know what I do.”

Elain laughed. “I work at a boutique downtown. As of yesterday.”

“Nice,” Azriel said, nodding. “And for fun?”

Elain had to stop and think about it. She hadn’t done anything for fun in a long time. “I like to garden. And I like to write.” Although I haven’t in a while. “What about you?”

“I do a lot of woodworking stuff,” Azriel said, then shrugged. “Not that I have a lot of time for it. Especially now, with Mila.”

“What happened with her mom?” Elain asked, before she could think about it. “Sorry, you don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.”

But Azriel just smiled. “It’s okay. Mila’s mom is my sister. To make the story short, she is now in prison, and will be there for a long time.”

“That’s horrible,” Elain whispered, “for Mila.”

Azriel agreed. “It’s hard to explain it to a four-year-old.”

“But you’re so great with her,” Elain said, gently. “She really loves you.”

“She’s pretty great,” Azriel chuckled.

After that, the conversation began to flow a little easier. There were no more awkward pauses, just curious questions. Elain didn’t mind the “meeting new people” questions. She welcomed the innocent small talk. She asked about his childhood, about his parents. He told her that his mom died when he was young, and then he was adopted, along with his older sister, Amarantha.

He asked her the same question, and she told him about her mother. He listened as she listed off her favorite memories.

Elain asked how he knew Feyre so well, and he explained that he had been good friends with Rhysand since high school, even though he graduated two years after they did. Rhysand was family, he said.

They finished their dinner, but stayed and talked a while longer, until they felt they overstayed their welcome. Then, she climbed back up into Azriel’s truck and they drove down to the river and parked.

Elain started to feel uncomfortable, but then Azriel hopped out, and opened her door. Once again, he held out his hand, and once again, Elain happily took it.

The stars were out in full force. There were very few things that were as beautiful as the Velaris night sky.

Azriel unhitched his truck bed before asking Elain if it was okay for him to help her up. Once she said yes, his hands found her hips, and he lifted her up before joining her there. They looked out over the Sidra.

After a minute of silence, Elain began, quietly, “You know, don’t you.”

Azriel tensed up. “Sorry?”

She fiddled with her thumbs. “Feyre told you about my engagement.”

Azriel stayed silent, and to Elain’s surprise, she laughed, softly. “It’s okay. Really, I just...it’s the one thing you didn’t ask about tonight. I mean, you didn’t ask why I’m home with my dad, or why I just got a job, or why I haven’t been on a date in so long, or any of that. I thought you would have. So, I assume you already know.”

She looked at Azriel through the side of her eye, and he nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she said.

“No, it’s not,” Azriel said, looking down at her. “He didn’t treat you right. It wasn’t okay.”

Elain’s heart felt a little bit lighter as she said, “Thank you.”

Azriel cleared his throat. “I understand if you’re not ready for...dating, but I’m glad you said yes tonight.”

“Me too,” Elain said, and she meant it.

Azriel was not like she thought he would be. He was kind and gentle. His smile was rare, but stunning. He was quiet, reserved, but truthful and passionate.

“Maybe we can do it again sometime,” Elain added. “Sometime soon.”

Azriel’s eyes softened as he said, “I’d like that.”

~~~~~

“Come on, Ax.”

Bryaxis came running to Cassian after doing his business in the field beyond their apartment building. Like the good boy he was, he followed Cassian up to his apartment without having to be told, again. They’d gone on a night run for a few miles, and Cassian was exhausted.

Just as he was about to walk inside, he turned around and knocked on Nesta’s door.

No answer.

With a sigh, he opened his own front door and slipped off his flip flops.

And froze.

Sitting on his couch was Amren, a glass of red wine in her hand, and sitting next to her was Nesta, a glass to her lips.

“You didn’t tell me you had such a charming neighbor,” Amren sang as he walked inside.

Silently, Cassian let Bryaxis in before shutting the door behind him. Then, he asked, “Are you fucking kidding me?”

The two women on the couch grinned.

“I have asked you over for a drink at least fifty times since I moved here, and she asks you, what, once?” Cassian asked, exasperated. “And you fucking came?”

Nesta shrugged. “I like her better than you.”

Cassian snorted, padding to the kitchen. “Apparently.”

As he poured himself a glass of whiskey, Amren said, “Don’t worry, you may join us.”

“I’m not sure that I want to,” he mumbled, joining them, anyway. He sat on the floor, his back against the coffee table, facing them. “Alright. What are we talking about?”

“You,” Amren said, obviously.

Cassian sipped from his glass. “Liar.”

“She’s not, actually,” Nesta said, and when he looked her way, she grinned.

He didn’t like that grin.

It reminded him too much of Amren’s man-eater grin.

“Okay, I’m going to bed,” he said, standing up. “Come on, Bryaxis.”

“Here, Ax,” Amren followed.

Bryaxis jumped up on the couch next to Amren and laid his head on her lap.

Cassian’s lips tightened. “Traitor.”

“Stay, Cass,” Amren called after him.

“No, you two are drunk and gossipy, and I don’t trust either of you,” he called back, already halfway down the hall. He dipped into the bathroom and shut the door.

After downing the rest of his glass, he turned on the shower and let it warm up. He pulled his shirt over his head before slipping off his sweatpants and stepping into the steaming water.

A long, slow breath left him as he closed his eyes, letting the water soak his hair. He washed his body with the soap Amren brought along - lemon something or another.

His muscles relaxed, the sweat rinsed off of him.

All the while, all he could think about was that Amren, of all people, got Nesta to come over. Then again, he supposed the two weren’t all that different.

The biggest difference between them was that Amren actually enjoyed Cassian’s presence.

By the time he turned the shower off and stepped out, drying his skin and wrapping a towel around his waist, the apartment was quiet.

In the living room, Amren was out on the couch, her head resting comfortably on Bryaxis’ back. Cassian grabbed a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over her before turning to the kitchen and jumping backwards with a curse. “What the hell? You can’t just sit in dark rooms, silently, in other people’s houses!”

His voice came out as a harsh whisper, careful not to wake Amren, or Bryaxis, but he nearly pissed himself.

Nesta chuckled as she sat at the kitchen table, fingers fiddling with the stem of her wine glass. “Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“Yeah, well,” Cassian said, sighing, “great job.”

Nesta looked at his body, to his towel, and shook her head.

“Checking me out?” Cassian asked, walking into the kitchen. “Don’t make it so obvious.”

“No,” Nesta said, as Cassian poured another glass of whiskey. “But, I was going to make a sarcastic comment about how your towel has little pink hearts on it.”

Cassian looked down at his towel as he meandered to the kitchen table and sat opposite of Nesta. “This towel is adorable, don’t deny it.”

Nesta snorted. “Right. Well, I’ll get going.”

She didn’t move. So, Cassian said, “At least stay until your glass is empty.”

Nesta nodded, slowly. “Okay.”

“Get along with Amren, then?” Cassian asked, sipping from his own.

“Yeah,” Nesta said, quietly. “She’s nice.”

Cassian arched a brow. “I have a lot of words to describe that woman, nice is not one of them.”

“I disagree,” Nesta said, but she was smiling.

The kitchen light was off, but Cassian could pick out her distinct, shadowy features in the dim light coming from the lamp in the living room.

He could see her lips, plump, curved upward on one side. Her gray-blue eyes, full of sadness and destruction, like a late-Summer storm.

“What’s on your mind?” Cassian asked, watching her intently.

She met his stare, chin held high. “That we should fuck.”

Cassian laughed, but her expression didn’t change.

She was serious.

Cassian shook his head. “No.”

He expected her to get pissed, but she didn’t. Her head tilted. “Why?”

“I’m a lot of things,” Cassian said, bringing his glass to his mouth. “But you’re drunk, and I don’t take advantage of intoxicated women.”

Nesta nodded, slowly. “That’s what separates you from every other man in this fucked up city.”

“Maybe you’ve just been hanging out in the wrong places,” Cassian followed.

“I hang out in the places that accept me,” she whispered, looking down at her wine glass, half full, before downing the rest of its contents.

She set the glass on the table and stood. The moment her feet hit the ground, she nearly fell over.

Cassian chuckled. “Go home. Sleep it off.”

She nodded, eyelids drooping. Cassian followed her to the door, a step behind, and made sure she made it across the hallway safely.

She turned around in her doorway. “Next time, put on pants.”

With that, she shut the door, leaving Cassian and his towel with the little pink hearts staring after her.

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richboy!seonghwa (part 18)

word count: 4k

angst, fluff

(part 17) (series masterlist)

the next month is one you can only describe as confusing, maybe even life-altering if that didn't sound too dramatic. but it kind of was since it changed the dynamic you had grown so used to at school.

because now 4th period consisted of you in the back seat and seonghwa three away from you, head trained straight forward at the board for the entirety of the class. you were also no longer late every day to 5th period, his body racing out the door before you even got a chance to pack your things.

you had tried to talk to him the week after the disastrous movie night but it hadn't be too successful and you can't say you blame him. since it had ended with a memorable kiss from yeosang you still feel giddy thinking about.

you walked in just before the bell to see seonghwa already in his new seat, arms crossed as he rests his hand on his chin. you furrowed your eyebrows together, eyes roaming the empty seats behind him before attempting to meet his gaze. but it stayed trained on the seat in front of him, demeanor stiff and obviously on edge.

so you took your usual seat in the back, stomach sunken and leg nervously bouncing the entire time. you shot up and gathered your stuff as soon as the bell rung but you had missed him, his black hair and blue jacket zipping out the door before you could even get to the seat.

so you made sure on tuesday to get there early, wait outside the classroom and smile softly at him when you saw him approach the doorway.

"hi," you said quietly, voice soft and barely above a whisper. because you were nervous, how couldn't you be after the last time you saw him?

"hey." his voice was tight and had a bit of an edge to it, so not his usual soft tone that was usually accompanied with a handsome smile.

"you moved your seat," you state obviously and he tongue peeks out to lick his lips as he looks to the side, eyes scanning the half-empty classroom.

"i did."

you want to frown at his clipped, short words but you know you don't have that right, have no standing to be feeling hurt and upset by this.

"was it because of...i'm sure you don't wanna hear this again but i really am-"

"it's not, it's fine," he says quickly, cutting you off and meeting your gaze. "i just needed to be closer to the board."

he sees in your face that you know he's lying and he obviously knows he's lying. but it's not something he wants to discuss with you, tell you that he can't sit there and stay mad and hurt when you're behind him with your teasing smile and airy giggle.

your eyes widen as you hold his gaze, only the sound of boisterous teens around you as you look at one another silently; your mouth opens to speak before he shakes his head.

"i'll see you in there, okay?" and like he's on a fire and desperate to get away from you, he quickly disappears into the room.

he had made it a point to avoid you after that conversation, never turning in your direction or staying long enough after the bell to see you. on the rare occasion your eyes ever did meet, his lips would quirk up into a polite, small smile before quickly moving to anywhere else in the room.

and you know you can't be upset, that you gave away that right the second you kissed his best friend and kept it a secret and then had him find out in the most humiliating way possible.

but you miss him, you've really missed your conversation and his smile and the way he would turn around and talk with you until the very last second that the teacher came in and broke it up.

you miss the way he used to trap you between the rows of seats to get in one more teasing comment or smile that had you running to the next classroom.

"is he still ignoring you?" yunho asks you at lunch, stealing an apple slice from mingi.

"yes," you huff, "it impresses me more and more everyday how someone can fly so fast out of a room."

"why won't he just give you a chance to explain it more?" yunho grumbles, "it's been a month now, that seems a little ridiculous."

the two boys couldn't believe it when you had called them the day after that night, demanding to meet for coffee and hear exactly how it all went down.

you broke down in the coffee shop that day as you rehashed the details, yunho wiping your tears and mingi offering you half his cookie that you so graciously accepted. the two boys had listened carefully and attentively, assuring you that what happened was for the best despite how you may be feeling now.

and then, perhaps too soon, yunho shot you a knowing smile when you mentioned the car ride home with yeosang. "passion prevails," he had whispered to the mingi, only met with a subtle punch to the arm and a grunted out a slew of incredibly impolite words that left yunho smirking.

"not to be a dick here, you know i've converted to team y/n by force..." mingi sighs out, "but i mean...you can't really blame the guy, can you?"

"ouch," yunho mutters, throwing the boy a look that screams offense.

"i know i have no right to be upset, mingi," you whine out, "i completely understand. it's just..."

"you feel bad. you still feel guilty," yunho offers.

and you suppose that could be it. feel guilty that shit happened the way it did and that you miss seonghwa for the kindness and warmth he gave you, for the friendship you had formed with him.

and you had had romantic feelings for him, had all the heart flutters and stomach butterflies; you probably still do deep down. but the feelings and pull towards yeosang had always seemed to be stronger, always seemed easier and more natural and more...obvious had a choice ever needed to be made.

"i just miss talking to him," you say quietly, "he always made me feel...safe. and cared for. like he was a friend i could go to for anything."

"double ouch," yunho winces as he looks at you, "you used the f word."

you let out a huff, meeting his gaze with an annoyed glare that makes mingi smirk.

"where's yeosang in all of this?" mingi grumbles, still not completely in love with the fact he's the other man. "are they talking?"

"no," you say, shaking your head. "and they see each other more with their friends and it's so awkward. i don't think they're both ever there at the same time."

a shit-eating grin covers yunho's face as he pops another apple slice in his mouth. "you say i think like you and yeosang aren't in the car together everyday."

"only when it rains," you grumble out. because he may or may not have driven you to and home from school on several occasions throughout this past month. "or when he soaks me on purpose."

the first time he just happened to see you on your bike, dripping with rain water as you stood under a large tree attempting to wait out the storm.

and you like to think most people would avoid the puddles that flood the streets when they see a person standing there pathetically.

but kang yeosang isn't most people.

because he made sure to drive as close to the curb as he could, tires swooshing against the street and water splashing up and soaking the rest of your body.

"what the fuck!" you scream over the pouring rain, angry eyes shooting towards the familiar range rover.

the window rolls down to show that signature smirk, the one you almost always wanna smack off his face. "you look like a wet rat."

"are you kidding me!" you yelled at him, ditching your bike to stomp over to his car and shake your soaking hair over him. "why would you do that! do you know how cold it is!"

"well, now i do. since you're shaking over me like a wet dog."

you throw him an exasperated look, balling your fists up at his face like you're about to punch him. but he only meets your disheveled appearance and anger with a full smile, opening his door and successfully pushing you back.

"get in."

he leaves no room for argument, making his way around you and to your bike before lifting it into the back of his car. you stand there stupidly, watching his every move with your eyes narrowed as rain pelts down on you both. he slams the trunk shut and rolls his eyes upon seeing you haven't made your way into the car.

"are you getting in or would you prefer walking? because either is fine with me."

"i hate you."

he rolls his eyes, mumbling something along the lines of "yeah right," before plopping down and slamming his door. you huff before stomping around to the other side, throwing him a dirty look when you join him before flicking on the heat.

"i turned it off because i was getting hot."

your mouth drops open as a scoff leaves your mouth, smacking his arm as you shake out your wet hair again.

"cut the shit!" yeosang says, a laugh threatening to bubble of his mouth.

"this is your fault!"

"you were already soaked."

the arguing continues all the way to your house, the debate whether or not you still would've been as saturated as you were if he hadn't been an-

"asshole! you're an asshole! that's what you are. you thrive off being an asshole. who sees someone in the street and thinks yes, that's what i wanna do! i wanna drive right up next to them and soak them."

"i don't know, probably a real asshole though," he quips, a big smile covering his face when he hears you let out a loud groan just as he pulls up to your house.

"thank god! you were more insufferable than usual today."

"that's a funny way of saying thank you."

you snap your head to him, eyes squinted and fists balled causing him to bite his lower lip; he can't have his smile grow any bigger.

"i am not even gonna respond to that."

you watch as he takes out his phone, unlocking it to click around apps and you take it as his rude way of dismissing you. you turn around and reach for the handle when he grabs your elbow.

"wait," he demands.

you turn around with a huff, raising your eyebrow at him as he shows you his screen; it's the weather forecast for the next week, rain clouds predicted again for tomorrow and friday.

"great," you mumble, "that's just swell. hope i don't see you again."

his tongue swipes along the top row of his teeth, shaking his head at you. "and here i was about to offer you a ride tomorrow morning."

you can't help the surprised look that crosses your face, the gesture so...unlike him? and out of the blue? (except it's really not, given the events of the past weekend).

"oh?"

"don't look so surprised," he growls lowly, "you shouldn't take your bike when it rains."

"oh and why's that," you laugh out sarcastically, "because it's more likely to rust?"

"because you're more likely to get sick."

the smile quickly falls from your face at his words, mouth dropped open the slightest bit causing that stupid, obnoxious, irritating, (but attractive) smirk to appear again.

"surprised?"

"i...well i mean..uh-it will probably get rusty but i didn't think you'd-i-"

"this is just sad."

"shut up!" you squeak in embarrassment, heat rising to your cheeks. "you're doing that hot and cold thing again."

he rolls his eyes with a shakes of the head, reaching over you to open your door. the closeness causes you to hold your breath, eyes trailing to his arm almost pressing right against your stomach.

"see you tomorrow. i'll wait a minute before i drive off."

and even though it's probably taken you 3-4 minutes every morning, he's never driven off. but it's not something you're gonna bring to his attention, his annoyed glare indicated he, too, knows just how much how disobey the order.

"soaks you on purpose," mingi says with a scoff, "like he's not trying to just see through your shirt like a perv."

"while that's certainly part of it," a new, familiar voice interjects, "i don't think i like you presuming things about me, pretty boy."

your neck cranes back to see yeosang leaning against the table behind you, eyes filtering down to as mingi sneers at him.

"that's convenient because i don't like you at a-"

"did you change your hair?" yunho happily chirps to yeosang, successfully cutting off mingi and causing the boy to smirk at him.

"no."

"oh no?" yunho nervously laughs out, elbowing mingi when he hears the boy try to speak again. "it looks different. still very nice. but different."

"right..." yeosang drags out, humor in his tone, "thanks, man."

his eyes go down to observe your figure again, hand pinching the bridge of your nose at the disaster who are your best friends.

"come with me for a sec?" yeosang mutters, not giving you time to answer before he meets at your usual spot between the bookshelves. you grumble words in passing at the two boys who watch you go, a sneer on mingi's face as yunho looks towards you with wide, innocent eyes.

yeosang's waiting with his shoulder against the end of the shelf, arms crossed and a watchful look in his eye. you make your way up to him slowly, head cocked to the side as you stare back at him.

"what?"

"nothing," he says lowly.

there's a few beats of silence between you before he speaks up again. "is he still not talking to you?"

your stomach plummets slightly, a slight pout on your face as you shake your head. "nope. avoids me like that plague. how 'bout you?"

"no," he grunts out, "wooyoung, san, and hongjoong are still taking shifts."

it's something that was truly hurting yeosang, not being able to have the whole group hang out together. but the one time he came through the door of san's house with the rest of them, seonghwa looked at him with a sneer and nearly punched him right in the face again.

and he gets it, he doesn't blame his friend at all. but he was hoping by now he'd be a little bit more willing to talk it all out again and come to a rational conclusion.

"i feel bad," you mumble quietly, "what if he never talks to you aga-"

"he will," yeosang says adamantly because he will not lose his friend over something like this. he knows it sucks and knows he fucked up but there's no way they'll perish over something this cliche. "he just needs time."

"it's taking him more time to get over this than the time he got to know me," you point out quietly and it causes a short humorless laugh to leave yeosang.

"you have a point," he says lowly, "but i think it's because he's trying to cope with...the both of us."

and they both can understand that, having to deal with the fact that your crush and your best friend did what they did and lied about it, then couldn't even bring themselves to admit that it was a mistake.

"i just hope everything works out."

"it will," he says softly and you so rarely get to see him like this that it makes you smile shyly, your head dropping to your chin.

he doesn't let you see the way he smiles at you, the faintest of blushes covering his cheeks when he sees you get shy and bashful around him. it excites him, makes his heart twist in ways that he's still trying to get accustomed to over these past few weeks.

but instead, because he's not that guy yet, he makes his way over to you and lifts your chin with his finger.

"see something interesting down there?" he quips sarcastically, lips threatening to quirk up.

"shut up," you whine softly, rolling your eyes as you rip your face from his hold. but he's quick to chuckle, taking your face in his hand again and bringing it closer to him.

"we'll meet you usual time?" he mumbles lowly, eyes falling to your lips that haven't been kissed since that time in his car. you hear his sharp inhale when you nod, your tongue slowly slipping out to lick your lips nervously; his eyes shoot directly to yours as he shakes his head slightly.

"always such a tease," he hums lowly, hand falling to your hip as his thumb softly pokes under your shirt to caress your skin. "i swear you do it on purpose."

"do what?" you mumble, words breathy and he'd be able to hear your smirk if he wasn't looking at it.

"like you don't know," his deep voice hums in your ear, pushing you so your back hits the shelf. a shaky exhale leaves you when you feel him press himself on you ever so slightly, breath fanning against your skin.

"i don't," you whine slightly, pushing your head up to look at him.

"oh no?" he hums, finger pressing against you harder causing you to bite your lip.

"no."

the hand on your waist slowly slides around to your back, his arm making its way around before spinning you quickly. you gasp when your front is now pinned to the books and shelves, his body pressed flush against you as the low, deep chuckle in your ear leaves has your legs trembling.

"what about now? do you know now?" his hand comes up to move your hair to one side, exposing the sensitive skin of your neck. you feel his mouth get lower and lower until his lips are only a few inches from grazing it, the hot air of every breath fanning over you and nearly causing a squeal to leave you.

"yeosang..."

"how do you like it?" he hums against your skin, his lips almost meeting your skin causing you to out a small, excited gasp.

"more," you whisper out softly, because you've been touch and kiss starved for weeks. and you had grown used to it until experiencing just how satisfying it could be.

"you want more, baby?" he mumbles against you, his hands grabbing onto your hips as he pushes himself into you ever so slightly.

you tip your head back at the sensation, trying to remember that you're in the damn school library and not in a private space where you can let the moan begging to make its way out.

"then start behaving for me," he whispers in your ear, "it'll work a lot better for you in the long run."

and then just like that, his body is off of you and you're left nearly paralyzed against the shelf. because what the fuck was that?

you try to calm yourself down, taking in a few ragged, strangled breaths before turning around to see him looking completely unbothered, a smirk on his face and his eyebrow raised.

"usual time," he says, winking at you playfully before breezing past you with a small laugh and disappearing from between the shelves.

"that fucking guy..." you mumble to yourself, placing a hand on your warm cheek and then taking a few minutes to fan your face in hopes it'll lessen the redness.

but it does no such thing, since mingi and yunho watch you come back to the table with the biggest smirks on their faces.

"you didn't..." mingi groans out with pain in his eyes while yunho's mouth is dropped into an o. "oh, my god! you are SO naug-"

"stop it!" you squeal at both of them before pointing at yunho. "especially you."

but they don't, they wouldn't dream of it, and proceed to laugh at your slightly disheveled state for the rest of the period.

your usual meeting time with yeosang is 3:15 at the end of the block, where he first doused you with dirty rain water and made the secret decision to give you rides as often as you'd allow. you hop into the car almost ten minutes late today, mingi and yunho's end-of-the-day harassment at your locker longer than usual.

"took you long enough," yeosang grumbles and you look at him with a roll of your eyes.

"shut up," you bite back, putting on your seatbelt before he takes off down the block.

"glad you see your face has returned to its normal color." your eyes widen guiltily at his comment, lips pressing together in a line that makes him chuckle.

"nothing to say? no snappy comment?"

again, you meet him with nothing.

"okay noted. if you ever act up again, your neck is sensitive and you like being pressed up against your-"

"shut up!" you squeal, hands flying to your face in fear that its gonna turn bright red again. he laughs out at your flustered-ness, poking at your side cheekily which you're quick to bat away. his arm falls on the middle console, peeking at his hand from the corner of your eye as he begins to ask you about mingi and yunho.

"what?" you squeak out, shaking your head and looking at him.

"what's their deal? seemed like yunho was into me or something."

a loud laugh erupts from you, deep within your chest that you have absolutely no control over. because that is absolutely laughable; if yunho is liking anyone, it's mingi, you tell him.

"well that's a miracle in itself," yeosang grumbles, "that grumpy fuck. still can't believe he tried to kill me

"you kind of deserved it," you mumble out, biting your lip as you remember how mean he first was to you.

but like you need any reminder in your own, he mumbles "putting stupid, poor girls in their place one step at a time," with a smirk, the loud gasp leaving your mouth causing him to let out a boyish chuckle.

your eyes move from his upturned smile back to his hand, veins protruding and palm up as he rests his other one on top of the wheel. and because you're too busy eyeing his limb, because that's all it is, it's a limb, a really hot, attention-grabbing limb followed by an opened, inviting hand, you fail to notice his gaze go to his backpack laid out on the floor in front of you before they raise to the road.

"hold the wheel for a second," he says, about to take his hands off and reach down when you look at him, confusion on your face.

"what?"

"hold it," he demands.

your brain says 'what, why?' but your heart and other parts are far too eager and so you listen, or at least you think you are when you take his hand in yours.

there's a few moments of complete silence, his eyebrows pulled together before his laugh rings through out the car.

"y/n?" he says, looking at your face before down at your intertwined hands.

"what?" you squeak out, "is my hand sweaty?"

"well, yes, but that's besides the point....why are you holding my hand?"

"you just told me too?" you say, the serious tone in your voice causing him to shake his head.

"are you high? i said hold the fucking wheel," his voice says, humor seeping through.

embarrassment floods through you immediately, your stupid, hand-kinked mind completely morphing your senses into hearing things. how is that even possible? how could you even possibly begin to explain that to him without being completely laughed at?

"i...i think you said hand."

"i most definitely did not say hand."

"i'm sorry," you rush out quickly, snatching it back and slamming in into your lap. your face flames when you hear more quiet chuckles leave him, his shoulders soon shaking rapidly with laughter as his eyes remain on the road.

"can you stop laughing!" you squeak into the silence "this is so horrifying!"

he turns to look at you with a crooked smile and amused eyes as he reaches his arm out and suddenly grabs your hand again.

"y/n, if you wanted to hold my hand, you could've just done it," he says teasingly, "you don't have to make up lies."

"i'm not lying! i really did hear that!" you defend with burning cheeks before attempting to snatch your hand out of his. "now give it back."

but instead, he tightens his grip on it and interlaces your fingers before shaking his head.

"i'm good," he says, biting his lip before settling your intertwined hands back on the console. you let out a tiny huff, quickly eyeing your hands before turning away to look out the window. you hope he doesn't see the absolutely idiotic smile making its way on your face until he quickly causes it to drop.

"holding the hand of a poor, stupid girl one step at a-"

you squeeze his hand as hard as yours could muster and his deep chuckle vibrates through the car. he squeezes yours back lightly before his slowly thumb starts to move against your skin, smiling to himself at the feeling of your hand in his.

(part 19)

#Seonghwa #yeosang #seonghwa fluff #yeosang fluff #seonghwa series #ateez series #ateez fluff #seonghwa angst #yeosang angst #ateez angst #seonghwa fic #ateez fic

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A Mistake: Chapter 4

Cara missed her first two classes, having been knocked out into the late morning hours, courtesy of her dad. No parents were rushing to wake her up, no breakfast waiting for her, no offer for a ride to school. She woke up with a gash on her head, an abdomen that was an artwork of black and blue. The cause of it all was a dealer who had no stock to sell. His suppliers suddenly cut all contact leaving her parents without their fix.

Last night her dad came home seconds from exploding. He almost broke down the door as he struggled to open it in his drunken stupor, nose flaring and teeth grinding into dust even before his eyes locked on her. While these beatings were nothing new to Cara, she will admit that his hand was extra heavy yesterday, evidenced by the deeper shades on her skin. Her mother didn't even have to add anything into the mix, satisfied by her husband's handiwork.

Cara just couldn't wait to leave, but money was a dilemma. She tried her best to get the odd job here and there, whatever she could find, really. Things were even more difficult since her parent recently took to stealing her hard-earned money, ransacking her bedroom for anything worth selling. Not even the mattress stuffing or the soles of her shoes were a safe place.

Adding to her troubles was the potential loss of a job. She could no longer babysit Sherry and hasn't been contacted by the Birkins. Still, perhaps it wasn't such a bad thing. After all, these people were beyond dangerous, and she would do just about anything to never meet that man again. It still broke her heart to be cut away from such a sweet little girl, the separation was sudden, and god knows how hard that must've hit Sherry, losing one of the few people she trusted.

As expected, both her parents were gone. They were likely fishing for another dealer, and if they did not find what they were looking for, she knew what will be waiting for her tonight. It was better to stay away from home for now, and it didn't matter where.

While the other bruises were easier to hide, the limp in her walk was too obvious. She had just finished formulating a story by the time she made it to her third class, auto-mechanics. Usually, people ate up her stories without a problem, curbing their questions as their concern lacked genuinely. The real issue was Claire. She'll spit the story right out without even tasting it.

Claire was already waiting in their usual spot. Despite the pain, Cara tried her best to be as subtle as possible but attempting the once flawless movement of her legs took a considerable amount of control.

"Hey, you," Claire cracked a smile as soon as she spotted her friend. "Missed you at lunch. Actually, missed you for like half the day. Where've you been off to? Could've invited me too."

" Stayed up too long watching reruns and then ended up sleeping in. I scared my mom this morning when I came out of my room. She thought I was a burglar." Cara giggled over her lies, struggling to fight the grimace as she took a seat. Thankfully, Claire didn't seem to notice, leaning back in her chair to put up her red hair into a high ponytail. Care relaxed inwardly, feeling safe from the questions.... for now.

Half an hour later, Claire slid beneath the car donated to the school while Cara sat next to her on the floor leaning against the door. Cara was glad. This way, she could finally slouch over and breathe, gladly keeping the weight off her bad leg. The radio played a series of pointless advertisements adding nothing valuable to the background noise. Mr. Crawford liked the radio host, but Cara thought he simply lived to promote Michael Warren or was paid handsomely to do so. Sure, the mayor had done much for the city. Still, she found all this prosperity odd, especially under such a short period of time. Something smelled fishy.

"This shit can't be fixed," Claire grumbled, sliding out from below the hunk of metal, tossing the greasy gloves next to her on the floor. The car was so weathered the paint came off in large chips as she peeled whatever was left of it on the door.

"Something Claire Redfield can't fix? Well, that's a surprise." Cara giggled, raising an eyebrow.

"I can't fix what's not there. Half the parts are missing. The idiot who donated the car must've stolen it, took whatever was worth shit, and donated the rest to get rid of the evidence."

"Looks like you've been hanging around the station too long. What, are you going to start an investigation now?"

"If I wanted that bike upgrade, then I obviously need money, and you know I don't like asking my brother for money. But what I don't mind asking for is a job around the station. Pretty much everyone knows me by now. It's like a foot in the door. I'll just annoy them until it's official."

"Once they hire you as a janitor, don't forget about me. Then we can break into the records room where they keep all those juicy storybooks."

"Okay, that's a fun idea. But here's another idea! How about we not get my brother fired along with us. Plus, you forget where we live. Nothing major happens around here."

"That's where you're wrong," Cara whispered before mentally slapping herself. She tensed, begging higher entities that Claire heard nothing.

"What do you mean?" Claire perked up, reminding her of a puppy who heard the sound of the treat bag opening.

"Oh, nothing," Cara tried to play it off, not want her friend to dig deeper. If there was one thing she learned last Friday, it was to keep her mouth effectively shut. She was already screwing herself over and placing a friend in danger. Her pulse began racing with the prospect that she already said too much.

"Cara," Claire crawled towards her friend, a threat in he voice. "You heard something or...saw something? You can tell me, I'm your friend. Chris and I will always be there for you."

"I know. You remind me of that every day. It's not a big deal. I'm just worried about the level of stupidity in this town. I've heard about the three seniors who got caught breaking into Kendo's gun shop last night. He had them lined up on their knees with their hands behind their head by the time the cops came. The whole street watched them."

"Ugh, I've never seen someone do something as stupid in my life. Had to hear all about it from Chris. In fact, that's all he talked about last night and this morning. Don't get in the wrong crowds, bluh bluh. Guns are bad bluh bluh." As claire grumbled through her rant, Cara knew she had successfully steered the boat to safety.

"Well, it's nice to have a brother. I wouldn't mind a lecture or two."

"Oh honey, I can help with that," Claire cocked her head to the side with a gleam in her eyes.

"No, yours are excluded."

"Oh, ha ha, you'll be begging for it one day. Now be a good girl and be on the watch out. I'm taking a nap." Claire said, sliding back below the car before getting into a comfortable position. "Oh, and give me a foot massage while you're at it,"

"It'll cost you."

"Wait till I hear back about a job, and then we'll talk,"

They stayed like that, Claire breathing softly while Cara listened absentmindedly at the radio. Her thoughts were yet again plagued by the events of last Friday. It was suffocating having to mentally recover from something so scarring and no one around her knowing a thing. She had no one to talk to. The words of the host were starting to become much more appealing than her thoughts.

"Michael Warren did so much for Raccoon decades before he was mayor, but with him in power, we're doing so much better, growing faster than ever before. We all gotta thank him for that, you know? Everyone was skeptical about big pharma moving in, but he made a good partnership with them, and the jobs came raining down. Have you seen the homeless folk on the streets? No, cause they all got help, been offered good jobs, their lives are turned for the better. Y'all look at the jails. They are pretty much empty. Nobody needs to turn to stealing for a living when good-paying work is right in front of them." The host trailed on, with Cara barely listening to the shameless paid promotion. The supposed decrease in crime seems a bit far-fetched to Cara. Maybe the robbers, murders, fraudsters, and rapists just moved their activity to the next town over for whatever reason, much like her dad and his dealings? But if there were so many work opportunities, why couldn't someone come 'help' her parents? Uproot them out of the dark pit they dug?

"Hey, you coming?"

"What?" Cara snapped back to reality, realizing Claire was already on her feet, stretching her back.

"The assembly?"

"Oh...?" Cara frowned, forcing a straight face as she pulled her aching body up.

"I guess I can't blame you. You did miss half the day. Come on, I want to get a seat in the very back, makes for a speedy getaway." Claire was already out the door, staring back at her friend with her hands on her hips, impatiently tapping her foot.

"You go ahead and reserve me a seat. I just need to go to the washroom." Cara said, hoping to walk to the gym at a slower, less painful pace.

"Fine, but don't be too long," Claire said before jogging away.

Taking her sweet time, Cara turned a 5-minute walk to the gym into 10 minutes, but even then, that was still an exhausting mission. Soon she was seated next to Claire with the rest of the students as they waited for the presenter.

The gym was in a state of chaos. Everyone talked over the other. But this was not a surprising thing considering it was the last period of the day and the events of last night.

When Cara looked over the stage, she was surprised, seeing a banner with the Racoon police department STARS name on it. Great, it was another talk with the cops, most likely about drugs and whatnot.

"Hey, maybe your brother is here,"

"Chris? He would've told me,"

A throat clearing next to the speaker's podium failed to get the attention of the kids. It was followed by a very authoritative "Attention,"

Cara never experienced so much power put into a single word, but it was loaded, and it succeeded in forcing everyone to smack their lips shut.

For a few seconds, she was staring but unable to focus, her muscles tensed, ready to make a break for it. She held her breath, slid down her seat, covered her face with a curtain of hair, and for added measure, she put her head down. She hoped to stay hidden in the crowds of students.

It was Albert Wesker at the podium, hands resting on the edges. His eyes didn't have to scan the crowds for long, finding her easily. Her attempt to hid was adorable but in vain. He could track down men in another country given extraordinarily little info, and the foolish little thing thought she could hide in a measly crowd of 1200 hormone-riddled teens.

"I am Captain Albert Wesker of STARS, and five days ago, there had been an unfortunate, unfortunate accident. Maxwell Robford was barely five years older than many of you. Driving while drunk, he ended up wrapped around a tree and was incinerated along with his car. That road wasn't popular, and it would take days for someone to stumble across the wreck and give us a call. We could only recover a pile of ashes and bones to return to his family. Our hearts go to them. I'm here on behalf of STARS to urge you to stop drinking and driving because the next incident may not only result in us digging out your corpses but those of others. The morgue is no place for people so...young. That's all from me, and now my partner will add a few more words." Wesker stepped away from the podium, nodding as the other uniformed officer took over. The next speaker struggled to calm the students, who all at once started talking about the accident.

"That’s so terrible. I feel so bad for his family," Claire said, leaning her head back.

"Yeah..." Cara answered absentmindedly, unable to take away her eyes from the crooked officer. She was angry that he could come to her school and pretend to be an officer of the law concerned for the futures of the kids in the room. If anything, she could bet all the money she had that the kid died because of a foul. Maybe, Wesker himself arranged the scene before it was supposedly...discovered. Perhaps that poor kid saw something he shouldn't have and paid the price. And maybe she'll also end up in an unfortunate accident sooner or later. The thought of that sent the bile straight up. She rocked herself, mind reeling with the possibility.

"I'm going to the washroom," Cara said quietly, her voice unusually thick as she could not push the lump down. Raising from her seat, she rushed out of the gym, feeling the world closing in on her. She was barely aware of Claire calling out to her and the man on the stage who followed her with his eyes.

Completely bypassing the washroom, Cara burst through the school's back doors before throwing her back against the garbage bins, sliding to the floor. The stench didn't register as her brain tricked her into thinking she could smell burning flesh. Thinking about what the kid must have felt while burning up, she shut her eyes tightly, unable to handle such imagery. She didn't try to control her sobs, letting them overpower her without caring about who was watching.

Someone was watching, and they were amused.

"You know, it's rude to walk out while a speaker is presenting. We take the time out of our boorish days to speak to a bunch of idiots who won't hang onto a single word we say. A complete and utter waste of time." Wesker spoke, walking around the garbage can to look down at Cara. The silence came sharply as she noticed his presence. It was hard to believe the girl cowering in the corner was the same person who risked her life to protect his little Sherry.

"Did you kill him?" Cara whispered, her puffy eyes finding his.

"Who?" standing in front of her, Wesker squatted down to her level.

"You know who I am talking about."

"Still in the mood for asking questions? Do you think he will be more alive having that knowledge?" Wesker reached over with a gloved hand to push the hair away from her face, enjoying the complete mess she was. The girl was like this because of him, and he loved having that power. He didn't have to do a thing to get to her. Merely show up.

" I didn't say anything to anyone, I swear. Please just leave me alone." Her voice was octaves higher, uncaring when it fragmented at the end. Even if someone heard her, she doubted they would help. The decorated officer can make up a story more likely believable than a word out of her mouth. She was alone and wholly regretted leaving the gym. Cornering herself, she practically led him to her.

"Our encounters will only end once I say so. Now, answer this. Why were you limping?" Wesker watched as she flinched when his hand came to rest on her injured leg. He found this development displeasing. Someone trespassed on his right to be the only one to hurt her, to use her, to kill her. And correction was in order.

#resident evil #albert wesker #Albert Wesker X OC #albert wesker x oc

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kwanisms · 5 years

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Jealousy - ick

anonymous said: can i ask for something smuty with changkyun where he’s your best friend or something like that, and doesnt admit hes jealous of you until he loses his mind? thank uuu love your work <3

⤑ genre: angst with a bit of smut, idol!Changkyun, best friend reader ⤑ pairing: idol!Changkyun x bff!Reader ⤑ warning: sexual content, foul language, slight daddy kink, choking, ⤑ summary: Changkyun is your best friend and you notice how distant he’s become since you befriended the rest of his members, especially his hyung, Kihyun. ⤑ word count: 5k

a/n: I hope this is okay, I wasn’t sure what you wanted Changkyun to be jealous about so I made up a reason. Thank you for requesting and I hope you like it! ~K♡

You pulled out your phone and felt a pang in your heart when you saw that Changkyun hadn’t opened your message. It had been two days since he last talked to you which was odd. Changkyun had been your best friend since you were kids.

When he became a trainee, the two of you lost contact but after he debuted with Monsta X, the two of you reconnected like you hadn’t spent a day apart.

It happened at a fan sign. You bought a ticket, luckily, and flew to Seoul to attend. You were halfway to the stage when you spotted Changkyun. He was smiling at and talking to a fan, signing their album while they told him a story.

After she finished, she moved on and Changkyun took the opportunity to look around, spotting you instantly and his eyes widened when he recognized you. The entire time you were working your way down the table, he threw glances at you until you finally reached him.

“Wow,” he breathed, dropping Korean for your language instead. “(Y/N),” he said smiling at you. “It’s been a long time,” he said, resting his chin in his palm and looking at you with a grin. “You look amazing,” he added looking down as you pushed your copy of their album at him.

He took it and started flipping through the pages of the photobook. Once he found what he was looking for, he started writing. “What have you been up to?” he asked.

You regaled him with the tale of your high school experience without him, navigating the halls you once roamed together until you graduated and went onto university. He listened with interest as you recounted the past few years without him.

He smiled up at you, capping his marker and taking care to close your album and put it back in its sleeve. “Let’s catch up, yeah?” he asked, giving you a wink and handing your album back to you. He took your hand in his and gave it a small squeeze.

“Make sure to look through the whole book,” he said nodding at the album. Before you could ask, you were ushered along to the next member while Changkyun turned his attention to his next fan.

After the fan meet ended and you returned to your hotel room, you pulled out the album and pulled out the photobook, flipping through it to find the members’ messages to you. It wasn’t until almost the end that something caught your eye. Changkyun had written a note at the very back of the book on a blank page.

“I have a new number, but my KKT is the same. Message me sometime,” it read. You hadn’t used the Korean texting app in years, losing it when you changed phones and never redownloading it.

You decided to give it a shot, downloading it and trying to sign in with your own credentials. It worked. You had all your old contacts back, including-- Changkyun.

You clicked on his user and pressed the freechat option. Your thumbs hovered over the keyboard, not sure what to type. You settled for something simple. “Hey, what’s up?”

His reply came quickly.

Kyun [21:42]: hey (: not much. Just got back to the dorms. Wbu? You [21:43]: just chilling in my hotel room. I check out in a couple days. Kyun [21:44]: you don’t leave for another day? You [21:44]: nope Kyun [21:45]: i’m free tomorrow after morning practice. Want to meet up?

You froze. Should you? Wouldn’t he get in trouble?

You must have taken too long to reply because Changkyun sent another text.

Kyun [21:47]: you okay? You [21:48]: won;t you get in trouble for hanging out with me? Kyun [21:49]: probably, but who cares? (; You [21:50]: … okay (:

The next day, the two of you met up around lunch time, grabbing a bite to eat before exploring the city. You wore a black dust mask and baseball cap at the request of Changkyun. “To protect your privacy,” he told you. The two of you spend a whole day out together, enjoying the mild weather.

You parted ways, promising to keep in touch until you moved to Seoul for work.

Months later, you made the move and Changkyun used bit of every free time he had to spend time with you. He called it making up for lost time. You were loving it. Everything was almost as if you never parted.

At first, Changkyun didn’t tell the members about you, wanting to keep it a secret for a while but eventually, they found out and started pressuring him for details. He couldn’t keep you a secret any longer. He told the guys about you and how he knew you.

To his surprise, they encouraged his friendship with you and even extended an invitation to you to come around and meet them and perhaps join them in a movie night, an offer you accepted the moment Changkyun told you about it.

So one Friday night, you got dressed in your comfiest clothes and made your way across town to their dorm. Changkyun met you downstairs and led you up to their dorm. Once inside, you were introduced to the rest of the members of Monsta X.

You had a great time hanging out with them and they enjoyed having you over so they continued to invite you over. Movie nights were a popular thing with your group. Changkyun always sat you between him and Kihyun whom you formed a very fast friendship with.

Little did you know how much your friendship with Kihyun would affect your relationship with Changkyun.

Before long, Kihyun started asking you to go out with him. You didn’t think much of it, since it was kind of the same when you went out with Changkyun. Just two friends hanging out.

After the first time was when you noticed Changkyun’s distantness. You asked him if he was okay and he confirmed he was. He asked you to spend a day out with him and you agreed, needing another day out after a rough week at work.

After going out with Changkyun, he seemed to return to his old self. Until you mentioned going out to get lunch and go shopping with Kihyun.

Changkyun refused to answer your texts and that was where you were at now. Dealing with him being unresponsive.

You were starting to worry so you did they only thing you could think of. You called Kihyun.

He answered on the fourth ring. “Hey, (Y/N),” he said in a cheerful voice. “Hey, Ki,” you replied. “Are you guys home?” you asked. “No, we’re out right now. Well,” he said. “Changkyun’s home.” he added. “He mentioned not wanting to go out,” he said.

You nodded to yourself. ‘He has to be ignoring me then.’

“I was thinking of popping by to see him. Is that okay?” you asked. “Of course!” Kihyun replied happily. “Try to cheer him up, if you can. He’s been acting like a kicked puppy for a couple days now.” You thanked Kihyun for giving you the code to get in and started getting ready to head over.

The commute over was long, giving you plenty of time to think about what you were going to say to Changkyun. Maybe figure out why he was being so distant.

When you reached the dorm, you made your way up, unlocking the door to get in. Once in the dorm, you looked around, noticing that there seemed to be no sign of Changkyun. You made your way back toward his room, the sounds of a computer game growing louder with each step.

You peered into the room through the cracked door and saw Changkyun sitting at his desk, playing some sort of online game. You pushed the door open quietly, watching him for a few minutes. He was cursing and muttering under his breath at his opponents.

It was kind of cute. You decided to get his attention and coughed, clearing your throat. Changkyun jumped, spinning around to look at you. The moment he looked away from his screen, his character died and he swore loudly, rounding on you angrily.

“How did you get in?” he asked, getting up from his seat and crossing the room to meet you at the door. “Kihyun gave me the code,” you said, letting out a yelp when Changkyun grabbed your arm and started to lead you down the hall and towards the door.

“Well, Kihyun isn’t here, so go home,” he snapped, shoving you toward the door, causing you to stumble. You stood up straight and rounded on him. “I didn’t come to see Kihyun. I asked him for the code so I could come see you,” you said, your eyes narrowed.

“But clearly I made a mistake coming here,” you added bending down to slip into your shoes. “(Y/N),” Changkyun started scratching the back of his neck. “Don’t worry,” you said, choking back sobs. “I’ll just go since you clearly don’t want me here,” you said reaching for the handle of the door and turning it.

You had only pulled the door opened a little before Changkyun pushed it shut. You turned to glare at him, finding only his soft expression instead. “I’m sorry,” he said softly. The two of you stared at one another before you sniffled. Changkyun pulled you into a hug, wrapping you in his warmth.

“You’re mean,” you murmured, your voice muffled by his shoulder. He shushed you, hugging you tightly. “I know,” he replied. “I suck. I’m sorry,” he repeated. The two of you parted and Changkyun led you back down the hall to his room, shutting the door behind you.

You turned to face him, watching as he sat down on the edge of his bed, running his fingers through his hair with a heavy sigh. You moved to stand in front of him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his hair. “What’s wrong?” you asked. He looked up at you and instead of answering, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, resting his head against your stomach just below your breast.

“I’m an asshole,” he said plainly. You smacked his shoulder lightly. “You’re not wrong, but don’t say that,” you said as you rubbed the spot you hit. The two of you said nothing until something hit you.

“Why did you think I was coming to see Kihyun?” you asked. He shrugged. ‘Nope. That’s not good enough.’ You took Changkyun’s face in between your hands and forced him to look up at you. “Answer me, Kyun. Why did you think I was coming to see Kihyun?” you asked again.

“Because you’re always spending time with him,” he murmured, not looking at you, instead looking off to the side. You narrowed your eyes at him. ‘Was he… jealous?’

“I spend time with you,” you countered and he shrugged. “Lately it feels like you’re all about Kihyun,” he said quietly. You poked his shoulder. “I can’t believe this,” you said and Changkyun looked up at you. “You’re jealous,” you said. The word struck a chord with Changkyun and he got defensive.

“No,” he said. “I’m not.” You smirked at him. “Oh my god, you totally are!” you said. Changkyun growled and grabbed you by the hips, pulling you down past him onto the mattress.

You let out a squeal as Changkyun tipped you backwards onto his bed. “Changkyun!” you said, propping yourself up on your elbows as your best friend hovered over you, his face dangerously close to yours. You gulped, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as your heart thudded erratically in your chest.

You had never been this close to him before and it was affecting you more than you’d like to admit.

“W-what are you doing?” you stammered, noticing the way Changkyun’s eyes dipped to your lips and then back up. Neither one of you moved nor said a word. ‘What is his deal?’ you wondered. ‘What is he thinking?’ you asked yourself.

Sometimes Changkyun was an enigma to you, doing and saying things to make you think one thing and then turning around and acting the opposite. It was confusing but you got used to it. You were experienced with his weird mannerisms. His cool facade.

What you weren’t used to was this man before you. The one with a stoic face but eyes that burned with the fires of jealousy. Changkyun had never been the type before to express jealousy before. He had never gotten mad at you for spending time with other guys. That just wasn’t him.

The man before you now was exactly that. Someone driven to do things he wouldn’t normally do because he got jealous over you spending more time with another man. What happened to him?

The feeling of Changkyun’s breath fanning over your face brought you out of your own thoughts, reminding you of the situation you were in. You watched as his eyes dipped to your lips again and back up to meet your eyes, flashing a split second warning before he acted.

He closed the distance between you, pressing his lips against yours and taking your ability to breathe away just like that. Your head swam with thoughts but your subconscious pushed those thoughts aside, allowing you to focus instead on what you were doing. You were being kissed by your best friend. So you did the only thing that made sense. You kissed him back.

Changkyun was shocked at himself for crossing the line he said he would never cross but he was even more surprised when he felt you soften under him, your lips moving against his gently as one of your hands moved to grab onto his bicep, squeezing slightly, urging him to continue.

Changkyun slowly laid his weight on you, forcing you down on your back, his hips resting between your thighs. The kiss slowly progressed as Changkyun parted your lips with his, allowing his tongue to slip into your mouth and start exploring as your free hand moved to comb through his hair.

Feeling your nails against his scalp, Changkyun let out a soft moan, muffled against your lips. You tugged slightly, signaling him to pull back a little. The two of you didn’t move, instead stared at each other intensely as you both struggled to catch your breath.

“How long?” you finally asked. Changkyun took a couple of short breaths before responding. “Years,” he answered. You took his face in between your hands. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” you asked, studying his face. Changkyun shrugged. That answer wasn’t good enough for you.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” you asked again. Changkyun sighed. “Because I would rather have part of you than none of you at all,” he answered. It was sweet in a self sacrifice sort of way.

You smiled, running your fingers through his hair, pulling him back down for another kiss. “You can have all of me,” you murmured before kissing him again. Changkyun pulled away, staring at you with wide eyes.

“Do you mean that?” he asked sitting back up. You sat up to meet him. After studying his face you nodded. “Yes,” you said. “I mean that.”

Changkyun reached out, taking one of your hands in his. “Like, right now?” he asked and you cocked your head to the side watching as his eyes trailed down to look at his lap and back up. Glancing down you could see what he meant. You could see his growing erection through his sweats.

A sly grin pulled over your lips as you looked back up, meeting his gaze. You nodded your consent before grabbing the front of his hoodie and pulling him toward you, locking him in yet another kiss. Changkyun wasted no time in taking control, pushing you back on the bed, his lips still on yours.

He broke the kiss momentarily to remove his hoodie, revealing his white tee shirt. His lips attached to your neck, kissing along the sensitive skin under your jaw while his hands were free to wander, feeling their way down your sides to your hips and down the outsides of your thighs.

His hands gripped the underside of your thighs, pulling your hips closer against his as he pressed his hard on against your core, earning a gasp from you. You felt him nip at the skin on the side of your neck, running his tongue over the same spot before biting down a little hard, allowing a moan to escape your lips.

Changkyun, incited by your sounds of pleasure, grinded against you again, letting out a satisfactory moan at the friction. You could feel your arousal starting to pool in your panties and if he kept doing what he was doing, you would be soaking in minutes.

Despite never being intimate with him, Changkyun seemed to know your body better than you thought. Or perhaps he was just a quick learner. Whatever the case was, it was clear he knew what he was doing. Changkyun bucked his hips again, pressing his hard member against you and this time, you moaned out his name.

He pulled his head back to look at you, his pupils dilated as he looked into your eyes. “(Y/N)?” he whispered. Your hand moved to the back of his neck, preventing him from pulling away. “I need you,” you said breathlessly. Changkyun couldn’t believe this was happening.

He had fantasized about this for a few weeks now. Ever since he’d realized his feelings and desire for you were real, he’d wanted this exact moment to come but now that it was here, he didn’t know what to do. He froze, staring at you with wide eyes. ‘Shit.’

You sat up, taking his hand. “Changkyun?” you asked. At the sound of your voice, he seemed to come back to reality. His eyes met yours. “Are you okay?” you asked. He nodded vigorously. ‘A lie. He was terrified.’ “Yeah,” he said. “I’m fine.”

You could tell he was not fine. You could hear it in his voice. Instead of pressing him further, you scooted closer to him, almost straddling him. “Do you want to stop?” you asked softly, watching as he considered it. After a moment, he shook his head. “No,” he breathed.

He pulled you in for another kiss, his hands moving to your hips, guiding them against his own. You moaned, breaking the kiss to throw your head back while Changkyun’s lips kissed down your neck. “Lie back,” he said softly and you did, lowering yourself back onto the mattress. Changkyun grabbed the sides of your shorts and slowly pulled them down, pulling your panties with them.

He maintained eye contact as he discarded your shorts, tossing them to the side. His hands rested calmly on your knees before pushing them apart gently, eyes trailing down your body until he stopped at the place where you thighs met. He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

Your cheeks burned as he looked at you and you wanted to move; close your legs, cover yourself, something. Changkyun brought one hand down to trace your lips coated in your arousal and you shuddered at the contact, your eyes fluttering shut as he slipped a finger past your folds to find your clit.

He watched your face as he slowly massaged in circles, enjoying the way your hips twitched and you bucked involuntarily. It wasn’t long before he had you trembling, slowly building up your orgasm. He smiled as you tossed your head side to side, whimpers and moans leaving your mouth.

“Does that feel good?” he asked in a low tone, amusement laced in his voice. ‘Was he mocking you?’

You nodded, biting into the plush skin of your bottom lip. “Mhm,” you moaned, your hips slowly rising and falling to match his ministrations. Changkyun watched in awe as you started to ride his hand, your breath coming in shallowly, uttering soft whines occasionally. He couldn’t have you coming undone so easily.

He slid his finger into your entrance, enjoying the warmth that enveloped the digit. He could only imagine how amazing you would feel around his cock. The thought of sinking his hardened length inside you had him twitching in his sweatpants. He pushed those thoughts aside for later.

Right now, he was focused on your pleasure and making you feel good. Changkyun added a second finger, slowly pumping them in and out of you. One of your hands traveled from above your head down to cup your own breast and Changkyun’s mind filled with ideas.

He slowed his hand, causing you to look up at him. “Don’t stop,” you moaned. Changkyun chuckled, enjoying the amount of control he had over you. ‘Did he ever feel like this?’ he wondered but pushed that from his mind. Even if he did, it didn’t matter. You wanted Changkyun now, not Kihyun.

“Take your shirt off,” Changkyun said, nodding at the offending article. You obliged, taking it off you easily and tossing it aside. Changkyun had to stop and appreciate the sight before him now. You lying on your back, legs spread for him in nothing but a black lace bra. You were stunning.

Changkyun resumed his earlier speed, his fingers moving in and out of you quickly, stopping inside to curl against a spot that seemed to draw out the deepest moans he’d heard yet come from you.

“Fuck,” he swore, enjoying the way you sounded, knowing it was all because of him. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, watching the rise and fall of your chest from your labored breathing as he coaxed a climax out of you.

“Please, Changkyun,” you whimpered. “I need you.”

Changkyun smiled, moving to lie on the bed, his head between your thighs. “Soon, baby, okay?” he said softly. “I promise,” he added. You opened your mouth to respond but any words were taken and replaced with a moan when you felt the tip of his tongue against your clit.

He flattened his tongue, running it up and down, over your clit repeatedly before kissing it, sucking softly. You let out a cry, your walls clenching around his fingers. He tried not to smirk as he continued, flicking his tongue against the sensitive bundle of nerves while simultaneously pumping his fingers in and out of you, coated in your juices.

You couldn’t bear it anymore. Your body shook from the build up, unshed tears in the outer corners of your eyes. You just wanted to come already. You voiced your wants to Changkyun who merely chuckled.

“You want to come that bad, baby?” he asked, watching as you nodded frantically. He curled his fingers inside you again, rubbing against the rigid spot inside your walls that had your body trembling. “Do you want to come on my fingers or tongue?” he asked. Now he was getting cocky.

You shook your head quickly. “I don’t care, just please let me come!” you whined. Changkyun chuckled again. “Okay,” he said. He didn’t speak again, instead putting his mouth to better use as he brought you to the brink of orgasm with both his mouth and fingers.

Your body reacted to the overload of sensations by shuddering before you whimpered that you were about to come. Changkyun pulled back momentarily to encourage you. “Do it,” he whispered. “Come for me.” He curled his fingers inside you, his tongue working wonders on your swollen clit, pushing you over the edge and you came with a cry of his name, your body shivering as he helped you ride out your high.

After a few moments, you felt Changkyun pull his fingers out, leaving you empty. He was only gone for a few moments before you felt the bed dip. He settled between your legs, moving them to make space. You felt the tip of his cock graze your entrance and you tried to sit up. “Wait,” you said and he paused, looking up at you with concern. “What is it? Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

You shook your head. “I should return the favor,” you said only to be met with a chuckle. “Maybe some other time,” he said. “I’d rather just be inside you right now,” he said, rubbing the tip of his dick against your slick folds. “Let me know if I hurt you,” he said, giving you a serious look. You nodded to show you understood. Changkyun slowly pushed past your lips, gliding into your wet pussy rather easily.

Or so you thought.

Once the head of his dick was inside you, he started to push further, a slight sting greeting your senses and you hissed. Changkyun stopped immediately, searching your face. “(Y/N)?” he asked. You nodded. “I’m okay,” you reassured him. “Please keep going,” you added.

Changkyun nodded and returned his attention to his length, slowly disappearing inside you. Little by little he slid in until he was fully buried inside. The throb of his member inside you made up for the feeling of emptiness earlier. Changkyun waited as your body adjust to him, feeling your walls contract around him occasionally. Finally you gave him the go ahead to move.

He held your hips in place as he slowly slid out of you until just the tip was inside before slowly pushing back in, drawing out his thrusts in an agonizing pace. “Stop teasing me,” you said after a few moments of this, causing Changkyun to laugh softly.

His grip tightened as he picked up the pace, thrusting into you at a faster speed. You moaned at the feeling of being filled, the earlier sting now replaced with a dull ache. You couldn’t be happier.

Changkyun, on the other hand was elated. He reveled in the feeling of your warm walls tightening around him as he thrust into you, a soft moan, falling past his lips as his eyes fluttered shut. It was undeniably the best feeling he’d ever experienced and being that it was you made it all the more special for him.

Your moans grew in pitch as he continued thrusting into you, the head of his cock hitting at rigid spot he’d felt earlier while fingering you. It seemed like that was your sweet spot and now that he found it, Changkyun was taking full advantage of it. He aimed for it, slamming into you harder, faster, and deeper in an effort to hit that spot, repeatedly. He wanted you to scream his name.

He wanted the whole building to know that he was the one fucking you so good. Not him.

Feeling his own orgasm drawing nearer, he focused on making you come again, his hand slid up your stomach, ghosting over your breast until it reached your neck. He softly wrapped his fingers around your throat, enjoying the way you clenched around him.

He remembered what he’d read about choking, taking care not to press against the front of your throat, only squeezing the sides, restricting the blood flow to your brain. You were still able to breathe but you head started to swim from the lack of blood to your brain, You let out a deep moan, your walls clenching around Changkyun tightly as he thrust into you, deeper than you thought possible.

He loosened his grip, allowing blood to flow once more.That didn’t stop his hips from snapping against yours though. Your entire body was hot, as if you had a fever but you knew you didn’t. You were close now. “I’m close,” you whispered. Changkyun moved his hand from your throat, sliding down your body until he pressed his thumb against your clit, massaging in time with his thrusts.

“Are you going to be a good girl,” he started, watching your face as your body started to shake, particularly your legs. “And come for me?” he added. You nodded, whimpering out a “yes.” Changkyun took this opportunity to push you just a bit further. “Yes, what?” he asked in a husky voice, his own orgasm within his reach.

You looked up at him, your face flushed, looking fucked out. You were a sight to behold. “Yes, daddy,” you breathed and that was all Changkyun needed to send you over the edge. Your second orgasm hit you like a wave, washing over you as you came on his dick with a cry of his name. Changkyun helped you ride out your high by chasing his own. He pounded into you, holding your hips against the mattress.

Not long after your second orgasm, you had your third as Changkyun was going for his. You came a third time with a whimper, begging him to stop. “It’s too much,” you panted, your body shuddering from the sensitivity of being overstimulated.

“I’m almost there,” Changkyun whispered in your ear.

He made good on his promise, and after a few more thrusts, he came with a groan, releasing into the condom he’d put on earlier. After a few shallow thrusts, he stilled, buried inside you as he panted to catch his breath.

After a few more minutes, he pulled out of you and rolled onto his back beside you, removing the condom and tying it off to toss in the trash can.

The two of you lay in silence for a few moments before he spoke. “That was incredible,” he said and you giggled, a blush forming on your face. You looked over to find him staring up at the ceiling. “Yeah,” you agreed. “It was.”

Changkyun turned his head to look at you. “I guess this means that you and Kihyun are--” he started.

“We were never a thing, Kyun. Honestly. We flirted a little but that was the extent of it. We never even kissed or held hands. He’s literally just a friend,” you said sitting up and looking at your best friend.

“I never wanted him, Kyun,” you added. “I wanted you. From the beginning, I always wanted you.”

Changkyun sat up, studying you with excited eyes. “I guess you can have me,” he said with a lopsided grin.

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cashmereplum · 4 years

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Reasons why I'm quitting my job.

Accommodates associates for weekends off to spend time with friends, but doesn't accommodate around school schedules.

Hires leads and managers with no job experience or skills instead of promoting within.

Praises laziness to shift leads.

Treats associates like slaves.

Managers get 8 weeks of vacation time, and treat us poorly whenever we need to use sick time or need a day off.

Managers failing to report or punish sexual harassment at work. ESPECIALLY SEXUAL HARASSMENT WITH MINORS

Managers forcing associates to choose between their jobs and evacuating their homes from the California fires.

Management firing long time dedicated associates to replace them when associates that are new, inexperienced, and make minimum wage.

Management never actually completing wellness checks before associates clock in. (Yes we may be sick but we're forced to show up)

Most people don't social distance, wear their face masks, use hand sanitizer, or wash their hands often.

They don't shut down to clean the store when an associate is positive for covid.

White rich managers that aren't even useful or good at their jobs, are replacing actual useful, talented, respected POC managers in higher sales like fine jewelry and women's shoes.

Despite years of hard work and dedication, upper management refuses to promote or even interview associates that do NOT have a bachelor degree. And refuse to pay salary to managers that do not have college experience or degrees.

Managers without salary pay only get a dollar or two more than minimum wage and have to do the same work as other managers, and always get stuck working more than salary paid managers.

Management verbally abuses associates working underneath them.

Management actually tolerates drug use and some managers actually abuse drugs at work or on breaks and lunches.

Managers treats associates like slaves and come and go on and off the premises as they please.

Managers refuse to let associates leave the premises when there are bomb threats and gun threats on premises and threaten to write associates up/ fire them for abandoning their jobs.

Was not allowed bereavement time off for my 7 year fiancées funeral

Was only allowed 1 bereavement day for my grandmothers funeral.

Forced to attend unpaid unscheduled work meetings on my only day off.

Forced to work 13 days straight in a row for months on end

Several employees have nearly died from being overworked and fell asleep at the wheel and crashed their cars, had seizures, heart attacks, and strokes under the age of 30 years old.

Black Friday is mandatory so you don't get to spend time with our families because we're forced to start work at 3:30 in the afternoon and are forced to work until closing at 3 am.

Forced to work until everything is done and then gets written up or fired for unapproved overtime.

Managers ask associates to come in on their days off and then later write them up for working unscheduled shifts.

HR cases are forced to be filed online against associates and are then email to notify the associate about a pending case filed against them.

Managers favor associates and target and aim to fire associates they no longer want to work with, usually trying to fire them for personal reasons and not professional.

Workers are told by management not to unionize so they don't lose control of direct communication and power over associates. Managers make false promises of raises if you vote no and then obviously don't follow through with it later.

Managers target to fire workers that do unionize or give them only on call positions with bad hours until they're forced to quit or are fired. (Often leaving people without jobs and are unable to collect unemployment)

Management cares more about dress and appearance than quality of job and experience. Stock associates are belittled for lack of makeup, wearing jeans or leggings instead of slacks, and sweaters, hoodies, or flannels despite most workers showing up at 5-8 in the morning to start work. Whereas, cosmetic associates are allowed to wear bras, bralettes, high heels, short skirts booty shorts, etc. And are praised for being professional and making sales quotta.

If no one even reads these, it's okay, cause this is a reminder for myself that leaving this toxic job is for the best.

If anyone does read this, STOP SHOPPING AT MACY'S. THEY DON'T GIVE A FUCK ABOUT CUSTOMER SERVICE OR TAKING CARE OF THEIR EMPLOYEES

#Macy's #macys #retail #retail problems #quitting #quit #i hate my job #management #managers #fuck retail #college #truth #facts #resignation #stock

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allonsy-yesiwill · 3 years

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Tis The Season: The Unspoken Truth

WC: 1400 ish

Pairing: Dean x Y/N

Warnings: a little bit of angst (read is an orphan but it didn’t happen till she was an adult and hit of crap parents) torwards the end but mostly just fluffy goodness

A/N: I tend to treat the English language like a garbage bin, in public I pronounce gym phonetically cause it makes people mad, and me smile. So please if you are an English teacher just pass on all of this... cause my tenses are timey whimy to say the least. That being said if you want to Beta, let me know I could use all the help I can get... hmmm, I guess that’s just a general statement about my life really..lol.

The morning always came too early for, Y/N with Dean getting up around 5:30 to get ready for work. Y/N usually got home around midnight, an hour after the bar closed for the night. On Friday and Saturday Dean usually supported the bar so that he could spend some time with her. The staff even joked that he was their first unpaid employee, helping Y/N stock the bar or take out the trash when needed. For Y/N birthday this year they even made them the official cutest couple on staff, the picture of them still sits on the outside bar.

“Good morning beautiful,” Dean kissed Y/N while she lay in bed. “I am really nervous about all of this and I know you already know this but.”

Y/N instruped, “Oh babe I know you don’t want to fly there. It’s okay I got it. I am off all day, I am going to get out of bed now and I will make sure everything is packed and ready. It’s okay Dean, I will be with you the whole way alright.” Y/N rubbed his cheek with her thumb hoping to help him calm down. They have been talking about this trip for two week because Dean was terrified of flying. He originally wanted to work form home that day so he could help Y/N get everything ready however they both decided that working would be a welcome distraction form the events later in the day.

“Thank you,” Dean said, leaning his forehead against hers.

Y/N spent the day packing and planning making sure she had everything Dean needed for the flight including some legally purchased gummies, that she knew Dean would snack on before getting on the plane. She couldn’t help but chuckle getting everything ready, him talking about flying was the first time she had ever seen Dean scared. It was painfully obvious to her, no matter how much he tried to hide it.

As the afternoon rolled on Y/N hopped in the shower wanting to be as clean as possible before flying, knowing that the she was going to be squished between Dean and some random stranger for a few hours while they traveled to Kansas. She hadn’t flown in sometime but she new the drill, dressing in black leggings, a black tank top, heavy knit christmas and her favorite ugg boots. She was all set the luggage was by the door, Dean jeans along with his red and black flannel were waiting for him upstairs so he could shower and get dressed before they left no later than 5:30.

The plan went accordingly and know they found themself waiting at the gate with 90 mins to kill before the plane left.

“Are these form me or you,” Dean winked at Y/N pulling out the gummies.

“Well they are for both of us but you only get one and then you can eat the rest of these,” Y/N said pulling out a bag of unopened gummies she purchased inside the airport.

“Oh well I see, so should I take it now or wait till I am on the plane? How have I never thought about doing this, I am only in my 40′s and doing something that’s completely legal here,” Dean laughed.

“Ha, well your family seems a little straight-laced so it’s fine, but yes take it now so that way you will be relaxed for take off.”

They continue chatting about the upcoming events till they hear the boarding call for first class and Dean stands up saying, “Merry Christmas baby, that’s us.”

“Dean we talked about this, it was way too much money and you’re going to sleep the whole way.”

“I know, and I am a horrible listener,” Dean chuckled while helping her up.

This the first time Y/N had ever sat in first class there was so much room and it was just the two of them. While everyone boarded the plane they got comfy together waiting for take off. Dean was already starting to feel the gummy, Y/N could tell as he was starting to drift in and out of sleep.

“Alright babe, I am going to need you to eat and drink everything so that we get our money's worth,” He laughed.

“Dean, it’s a 3 hours flight you will have to carry me off the plane if I drink whiskey the whole time.”

“Hmm you’re right maybe champagne for the princess and food get food too. Maybe stash form cookies for when I wake up,” Dean let out with his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

“Okay babe,” she said before kissing him on his cheek.

The flight was very uneventful, Y/N spent some time talking with some of the stewarts. In return they made sure to give her more than a few unopened bottles of champagne while keeping her glass full. They also provided a few packages of cookies for Dean after she shared her story of her day and how nervous he was for this trip.

When the plane landed Y/N softly woke up a sleepy Dean with the promise of cookies. When they picked up their luggage Dean thought about something he had never considered.

“Fuck, what if I am still high. I don’t think I can drive. Could you drive, shit I don't’ want to do that. You don’t know where you are going. Son of bitch, why did I do that?” Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. “Babe, calm down. I spoke with the shop owner, the gummy only lasted four hours maybe five max, you ate one 90 mins before our flight and the time it took for us to get off the plane and get our luggage we are way over the 5 hours mark. PS you’re so adorable when you worry, I don’t want it to be a consistent thing but it’s pretty cute.” “Shut up, you’re adorable,” Dean said with a smile.

Before they left the airport Dean let out a big sigh and looked at Y/N. “Okay so there is one other thing that I need to tell you, before you meet my family. And I want you to know that I love you and that you’re here and this, this all falls on me. I know I should have told them that we are dating but I just haven’t yet.”

“So who do they think is coming with you,” Y/N asked, concerned not because he hadn’t named the relationship, she just wanted to know what you were walking into.

“Well I told them I was going to bring my best friend because she didn't have any family to be with for the Holiday’s and I didn’t want her to be alone,” Dean said, avoiding eye contact.

“First did you tell them that both of my parents are dead, cause I don’t like the orphan word. Both of my parents died when I was a grown ass adult and they weren’t super great at their roles so you know I just don’t want to be someone rich family’s pity project. Second, you know you could have told me this before we left. I get you were scared and I understand that your relationship, especially with your dad is complicated at best. I mean I could have stayed home and made all of this so much easier,” Y/N sighed

“See I knew you would say that and it would have broken my heart to leave you alone for Christmas. And honestly I am being a little bit selfish, I need you to be there by me for this trip. I have tried to tell them that we are dating so many times. I think Sammy knows but hasn’t said anything. I just don’t, want to be a disappointment or for them to not love you as much as I do.”

“Why would you be a disappointment, am I a disappointment?”

“Oh god no baby, never you’re my happiness, my everything. It’s just to them life is more about titles, not love and that scares me so much.”

“Hey, you know I love you right. We can and will get through this together no matter how much of a hot mess hallmark movie this Christmas is going to be,” Y/N said with a smile, “ besides you are going to have the harder job here. Keeping Dean Jr in check.” They both laughed.

“Well you aren’t wrong, you ass in those leggins. When I got home we almost missed the flight,” Dean laughed.

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