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freyafriggafrey · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝’𝐬 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏) 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙩: 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙢𝙥𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙅𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚. 𝙅𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣.

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 3.2𝙠

“I wish you were there, (Y/N). Like I know I didn’t place well, but it was so nice to finally be on the track!”

Jessie’s voice echoed through the end of your smartphone. You had been inseparable best friends since like the 5th grade. It all started when a little bugger in your class decided to pick on you for how you doodled on top of your homework sheet. So incredibly stupid in retrospect, but Jessie had been the only one to speak up in your defense. Jessie has been obsessed with NASCAR since she was little. She’d start spewing racer and car facts at school lunch, and her knowledge only expanded. You were the only one who would actually listen to them. You would both play those little racing games at arcades non-stop when you were younger, so it came as no surprise when she wanted to become a professional racer. You had been to every single trial run of her yet to take off racing career, and you planned to be at every one until she left the sport. Jess had excitedly rambled about being able to take the famous Jake Martin’s spot, even if temporarily, and you couldn’t have been more proud at how far your best friend had come.

On the topic of Jake Martin, you frankly knew nothing about the guy other than the fact that there was no one Jessie hated more. He was idiotic, undeserving, and a crime against humanity all according to her. In all honesty, it seemed like she was simply jealous of his successes, but she wasn’t too happy the one time you mentioned it. You were shown a picture of him once, but kept your mouth shut about how attractive you thought he looked. Didn’t need her anymore upset.

Yesterday’s race was a huge deal, and you felt so guilty for not being there for her. It’s not entirely your fault though. You can thank the 7 of your coworkers that called out of your job and a boss forcing you to pull a double to avoid being “promoted to customer”. Jessie was far from mad at you, but the feeling of guilt was enough to take you to her favorite bakery, get her favorite lemon and lavender mini cake, and show up at the NASCAR garage you assumed she’d be currently training in.

Your eyes darted across the room as anxiety consumed you. Never having been to the actual garage, you hadn’t a clue where to go. However, within a split second, a petite woman with big, bouncy curls practically jump scared you from behind.

“Hey there, do you need help with something?”

You shot around at the sound of the higher pitch, kind voice.

“I’m actually looking for Jessie. I assumed she would be here after her race yesterday. Wanted to surprise her as a congratulations and a sorry for not being there,” you explained while weakly holding up the small box.

There was a bit of a grimace in the woman’s expression when you mentioned “Jessie” and “race”, but it quickly flashed back into a smile.

“I haven’t seen her today, but she might’ve snuck back to the gym! I have a call, but I’ll get Jake to show you where it is. I’m Beth by the way! Let me know if you need anything….” “Y/N” “Y/N” she repeated back before heading over to a windowed office.

Not a minute later, Jake came right through the doors wearing an orange tee and some well fitting jeans. He almost looked more attractive in person. He seemed a bit frustrated before making eye contact with you. His whole frustrated demeanor changed to that of a puppy the second you locked eyes.

“You know, I was kind of annoyed a second ago when Beth told me to escort a friend of my enemy to the gym, but I have to say that I’m not that pressed now,” he stated as a smile too perfect for words spread across his face.

A bit taken aback, you responded, “now why is that?”

“Because she didn’t mention you were cute? Obviously. Honestly though I didn’t believe her at first when she said ‘Jessie’ and ‘friend’ in the same sentence. Thought she just wanted me out of her office,” he chuckled.

“You’re quite bold considering we just met. To be fair though, the only sentences Jessie tells me about you include your name followed by an insult,” you playfully retorted.

“Wouldn’t expect anything else out of her,” laughing before his expression lowered, “but like what does she say? Because your friend is kind of mean, and I don’t want her ruining my chances here.”

“Don’t worry about it! Nothing too bad. She told me that her spot here was temporary, so I’m sure your chances of driving here again is pretty high.”

“Oh, I wasn’t talking about those chances.” A soft grin graced your lips as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“I’m Y/N by the way!” You extended your hand towards him. He looked at your hand before taking it in his own and beginning to bow down.

“I’m Jake,” he paused before kissing the top of your hand, “but I guess you already know that.” He sent a wink that made your heart flutter.

Jake ended up showing you around the entire garage. He held the small cake you brought in one hand as his other rested on the small of your back. You had met Kevin, Chuck, and Amir, who was very kind whilst his friends insulted him. The poor guy! It was honestly a wonder why you hadn’t been here before. Jessie had never invited you, which was strange in itself. You both did everything together. Regardless, you were actually having a great time touring the place with Jake. He was hilarious, and you almost forgot the whole reason you were there in the first place until you were inside the gym.

“Have you ever tried one of these?” Jake question while making a grand gesture to the racing simulator.

“Never! I mean- unless you count the Fast & Furious Tokyo Drift arcade game.” His laugh echoed throughout the room.

“It’s a bit different! Would you like to watch?”

“Absolutely!”

Jake quickly sat down and was off to the races! He only did about 5 laps before crashing the simulated car purposely. He shyly asked, “Could I possibly teach you?” “I would love that, Jake.”

His gorgeous eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas as his hands extended to grasp your hips. Swiftly and smoothly, Jake maneuvered you to sit on his lap. You became extremely flustered as he grabbed your hands to place them on the wheel.

“You know you could just tell me what to do? You don’t have to sit me on your lap like a child.” Your face was burning red at this point.

“I know, but isn’t this more fun?”

You shifted your neck and torso around to get a better look at him before ruffling his hair and jolting back around.

“You’re lucky you’re adorable.”

The next 30 minutes were filled with laughter, stories, and jokes as Jake showed you the ropes of the simulator. You couldn’t remember the last time in your busy schedule you actually had this much fun.

“-and this guy starts chasing me back to the car. Full mask and everything, he’s just yelling at me that I stole his face! Dude was dressed up like some blue and black superhero.”

“There’s no way that happened,” you choked out while shifting the steering wheel.

“I’m not lying! Ask Kevin. We were literally just passing by some place called Evergreen. Remind me not to stop for gas there.”

With another jolt of laughter, you mistakenly veered off and crashed the simulator. Shifting sideways to look at Jake, you saw the wide smile on his face while he stared up at you.

“Your laugh is adorable-“ “stop” “and I’d like to hear it more.”

Your mouth settles into a soft grin. You were about to respond when-

“What the hell?”

It’s safe to say that Jessie wasn’t too happy catching her best friend sitting on the lap of Jake Martin. You were able to snatch the little cake off a weight bench before she dragged you out with only a glare towards Jake. It was quiet as you both make it to your car and sat down.

“My rival? Are you joking me, Y/N? And why are you even at the garage?” You both got buckled as you began the ride back to your house.

“I came to surprise you, Jess. Beth asked Jake to show me around, and we were just passing time before I was able to give you this.” You handed the mini cake over while your eyes stayed on the road.

There was a sigh, “Thank you, Y/N, but none of that explained why you were sat on his lap while you both lovingly stared into each other’s eyes.”

“We were not!” Jessie giggled.

“You both were. It was kind of pathetic,” she smirked.

“Oh my god, Jess, he was just showing me how to use the stupid simulator.” Your cheeks were a deep rouge at this point.

Jessie’s laughter grew. “It looked like you wanted him to show you a lot more than that!”

You lightly slapped her shoulder while joining in on the laughter. “Literally nothing happened! I will admit though that he’s kind of like super charming.”

“So what I’m hearing is that my best friend is trying to get with my rival?” She didn’t mean it in a serious way. It was kind of a shock that Jessie turned light hearted about the situation so fast.

“Babes, I never even got his number! Honestly though it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. I don’t know why you hate the guy so much?”

“It’s not that I hate Jake. It’s that the dude knows nothing about the makings of the cars he drives. He’s dumb as bricks, yet somehow he’s still been getting top tens. I’ve studied to be a racer my entire life. It’s frustrating to see it come so naturally to someone else. As for you though, I know things between work have been tough. You barely get out, and it’s usually been a movie and baking night between us. Shocked as I was when I walked in, the first thing I noticed was the energy between you. You both looked happy. Kind of annoying that it took Jake out of everyone to get that back out of you, also that it only took him the short amount of time you were there, but you’re my best friend. I’ve got your back, always.”

“Pause. Is Miss Jess actually expressing her feelings properly?” It was her turn to slap the side of your arm.

“Seriously though, thank you Jess. I’m sure literally nothing will come out of it, but thank you for being supportive regardless- even if you made me think you were going to murder us the second you walked into the gym!”

“I mean I almost did.”

The rest of the night was spent at your place watching movies, and finally eating a slice of the cake. Jess always had great tastes.

*1 unread text message*

?: So she didn’t murder you either? I thought I’d be dead by now.

Y/N: I’m assuming this is Jake?

Jake: If you want it to be ;)

Y/N: well that made it an easy guess haha

Y/N: wait, how did you get my number?

Jake: Jessie!

Jake: but like don’t tell her because she said she’d kill me

Jake: also that it’s the only thing nice she’ll ever do for me. However, I was wondering if you’d like to go to the Pit Stop sometime?

Y/N: yeah sure! I’m free tomorrow night if that works for you?

Jake: that sounds great! It’s a date

Y/N: fine by me, babes!

It had only been a couple days since the whole garage fiasco when Jake texted you. You both ended up messaging all night. He was just so charismatic and funny and charming that you couldn’t help but feel little butterflies in your stomach the next morning. You messaged Jessie about what happened, as well as a little freak out about what to wear. Her response was that Jake has been acting like a full on simp over you back at the garage, so you could show up in a trash bag and he’d rave about it.

Y/N: HELLO ??? What is he saying?

Jessie: we’ll start off with: “their hair is so pretty” “should I ask them out?” “What’s their favorite color?” “Do the have a favorite flower? Movie? Game? Candy? Etc.”

Y/N: what did you tell him?!

Jessie: that you love lilacs and the color green. I told him he can find out everything else himself lmao

Y/N: okay but that’s actually really sweet.

Jessie: I honestly haven’t seen him put that much effort into anyone. Looks like I’ll have to be a little less mean to him? I’m excited for you, Y/N/N :)

Minutes turned to hours as you started to get ready to head to the Pit Stop. You had on your favorite night out fit, and your hair and makeup never looked better. You wanted to put your best foot forward with Jake now that you had Jessie’s blessings. Parking outside the bar restaurant, your hands slightly trembled with nervousness. Jake had messaged you a couple minutes before that he was inside and got you both a quieter booth in the corner.

The second you walked in and towards him, he shot out of the booth and opened his arms.

“Hey Y/N! I missed you. How’s it going?” You wrapped your hands around his waist as he proceeded to practically bear hug you.

“It’s only been a few days, but I missed you too, Jake,” you got out, though muffled by his chest. “It’s been okay! Working and all that…” you trailed off as he released you before turning to grab something in the booth.

He returned back to facing you with a bouquet stretched out in his arms. It was dried light purple lilacs surrounded by blue lavender, eucalyptus, and babies breath. The cherry on top was that it was wrapped in the most delicate sage green paper with twine. It was quite obvious that it wasn’t just plucked off a store shelf.

“These are for you!” You delicately took it from his hands to look at them. He was watching your expression as he began to ramble.

“Jessie told me that you love lilacs. I searched on the internet to find someone who would make you the perfect bouquet. We spent hours on the phone finding out the perfect combination of flowers. I didn’t really know anything about that, so Google was my friend as I kept looking up her suggestions. She was telling me their different meanings though. I didn’t even know flowers had meanings! Did you know that? She asked if I had a paper preference, but that I knew the answer to because I was told that you love green. I chose dry flowers because it lasts forever. Plus it smells like super nice! The person was only an hour away, so I went to go pick it up this morning! I hope you like them-”

Your eyes started welling up in the middle of his ramble.

“Oh shit, you hate them,” he took them back out of your hands quickly.

“I’m sorry, fuck. I can totally get you different ones. Do you like roses? They are kind of basic, but like doesn’t everyone like them? Are you allergic to flowers? Fuck I should’ve asked first-“

“Oh my god Jake, shut up,” you finally choked out with a laugh as you wiped away a tear.

“I just haven’t had anyone go through that much effort over something that can be so simple for me before. Like it was just really thoughtful, so it made me a little emotional. Seriously, thank you so much. Now hand those back!”

“Oh thank god, because I was beginning to think that I already fucked this up,” a sigh of relief left him as he placed the flowers back in your hands.

More laughter bellowed out of your stomach as you swiped away another cascading tear.

“We’ve only been here maybe 5 minutes and you already have me a wreck!”

“I can think of more fun ways to make you a wreck,” he shot out with a wink. You pushed him back to the bench of the booth.

“Shut up.”

The date couldn’t have gone better. Conversation flowed as if you both had known each other forever, and the chemistry was one you’d never experienced before! Jake was far more of a gentleman than what you’d assume, given his reputation.

“I seriously can’t thank you enough for tonight, Jake!” You were leaning against your car right outside of the Pit Stop. Most of the patrons had left. Time had slipped away, and you ended up being the last customers there, much to the waitress’s dismay. You had apologized with a larger tip.

“Well, I can’t thank you enough for actually going out with me? I assumed you’d say no,” Jake spoke with a slight chuckle at the end, but you could see the nerves seeping through.

“Why? Because you’re my best friend’s rival?” You stepped forward before slowly reaching out and grabbing both his hands, sliding them behind your back.

Jake stepped closer during your action until your faces were a couple inches apart. He looked very nervously into your eyes before looking up, taking a deep breath, and tilting his head down towards his shoes.

“A little bit? Honestly, I was taken aback by you when we were just sitting and playing the simulator back at Bobby’s. I’ve never felt that instantly comfortable talking with anyone. It was confusing yet exciting in a way? Given my dating history and your big brain smarts and heart, I assumed that I had no chance.”

You brought your hands up, removing them from his that you had still been softly holding behind your back. One went to his bicep, and the other tilted his face towards yours.

“Not the super hot and talented, top ten race achieving NASCAR driver, Jake Martin, getting nervous over little ole me?” Your joking tone made his head soar as an obnoxious smile spread from ear to ear.

“Seriously though, you don’t give yourself enough credit. You are so funny, and talented, and charming, and charismatic, and the list just goes on. You are thoughtful and you have such a good heart, Jake. I’m just lucky enough to be here with you and have a chance.”

“God, you’re like so hot and nice, Y/N, it’s not even funny.” His grip on your waist tightened. You didn’t have time to respond before his lips connected to yours.

Not to be 100% corny, but it was as if time slowed down. Jake pulled away far to quick for your liking, but the audible noise he made as you placed your hand in his hair before smashing your lips back to his was heaven. His lips were so soft, and frankly you would shake hands with every single girl this man had make out with in the past, because his expert experience definitely showed as he deepened the make out session.

“Does this mean yes to a second date?” He spit out with half lidded eyes before attacking your lips one more. You pulled back a couple inches, looking at the stupid, dopey grin situated on his face. He had complete doe eyes, and his pupils were dilated as he stared into yours. You yourself couldn’t have smiled wider if you tried.

“What do you think, Jake?”

A/N: Babes, I haven’t written a one shot in over 10 years, so mind my rustiness! Apologies for the delay and rushed ending, I just worked a 60.5 hour work week. Catch me not off for 16 days lmao. Prompt changed a little because I planned for this to be all fluff yet my old prompt read very dirty haha

For fun reference, light purple lilacs symbolize the beginning of new love, though different shades of lilacs have different meanings. Lavender stands for a variety of things but it’s for devotion and grace here. Baby’s breath stands for sincerity, compassion, and everlasting love. Eucalyptus spiritually promotes awakening.

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#freddie stroma #jake martin x reader #the crew #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #jake martin #peacemaker #vigilante x reader #freddie stroma x reader #jake martin one shot

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shotowoki · 3 years

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PAIRING: shouto todoroki x gn!reader WARNINGS: fluff, swearing, kissing, mutual-pinning, implied nsfw, pretty much just fluffy goodness :) WORDCOUNT: 4k

SYNOPSIS: Being roommates out of sheer convenience shouldn't have been a problem. It shouldn't have been as difficult as Shouto had made it out to be. I mean, you two barely spoke, barely found time to be together in one room and barely even came in contact with one another despite living under the same roof. It really should have been a piece of cake. But the feelings Shouto had for you grew larger with every day that passed, complicating things far more than was necessary...

In an empty room, Shouto lay sprawled on his bed. The thought of you conquering his mind as he envisioned you in your entirety.

The lazy slither of moonlight that pierced his curtains left a gentle glow across his face, the sorrow in his eyes highlighted as he pondered over the same thing he did every night. Who were you?

It seemed like a stupid question on the outside, as to those who didn't know you two well, you seemed like good friends. After all, you did live together; it would be harder to know nothing about the other. But, in Shouto's case, he knew near nothing about you. So, every night he lays in his sheets, frustrated with his lack of knowledge, listing all the things he did know. As he balled the covers under him, intertwining his fingers with the cotton, he asked himself one thing: 'who were you?', once more.

There were a few vague things he knew. He knew you worked as an office assistant, finished your work off late at night in the kitchen, took around 45 minutes in the shower, you rarely ate food at home, and brought take out every other evening. Not to mention, you barely left your room and thus leading to this lack of relationship between you two.

But what did this random trivia on you do for him? Nothing. It provided him with zero useful information, nothing to work with, and it most certainly did not quench his curiosity for you.

A heavy exhale parted his lips, and he sunk deeper into his mattress. Maybe this was enough for today. The constant worrying about you wasn't doing him any good, and he knew it. At this point, his curiosity was turning into something more. Before Shouto knew it, his once frustrated wonders had turned to admiration. And this was his current situation, face feeling hot as reality hit him like a train. When did he start to like you, and more specifically, why?

That empty feeling filled him once more; the lack of answers to all these questions had him feeling beyond exhausted. He barely knew you, and yet even moments like these felt like enough. A small rush of nervousness always stopping him in his tracks whenever the sheer thought of you crossed his mind. It felt ridiculous and brought Shouto way too much humiliation. And so, he shook these feelings off. The mystery that was you was far beyond his reach, and it was time he submitted to that fact.

Fluttering his eyelids shut, he put his mind at rest, drifting off into dreamland.

The next day had arrived, Shouto's previously exhausting night already long passing him. A wet towel swung over his head; he exited the bathroom somewhat wet, and ready for a new day.

A cold shower did the job alright, waking him up and helping him forget about the endless thoughts of you that had him up late last evening. All that remained was to fill his stomach up, and he would forget the whole ordeal. Still slightly embarrassed at the realization that he had caught feeling for the stranger that lived in the room opposite his own.

Scrubbing his hair and patting his face dry with the towel on his head, he entered the kitchen. He expected it to be empty like every other regular morning. But instead, Shouto was greeted with arguably the worst and best thing. There you sat at the kitchen island, eyeing a cup of coffee, evidently zoned out.

Shouto stopped in his tracks, and his heart dropped to his stomach. If it was even achievable, the beating of his heart was more rapid than humanly possible and probably more audible than ever. Why were you home? Not that he was complaining, it was just rare to have you home this early in the morning. Did you not have work today? Did something happen? Why are you just sitting there staring at a cup? All these questions sprung up in Shouto's head as he stood dumfounded and nervous.

His cheeks lightly sprinkled in a pink blush; he just stood there awkwardly, not daring to even move an inch. To anyone but himself, he would look pretty composed, but internally he was malfunctioning. He had hoped for a moment like this to arise for a while now. But now that the opportunity had presented itself, he barely knew what to do. It didn't help the fact he was already a flustered mess over the thought of you last night, and now there you sat in front of him.

Taking one deep breath, Shouto resumed his walk to the fridge, waving off the nerves that had built up inside him.

"Good morning, y/n. It's rare to see you home at this time." Shouto attempted to break the silence in his signature monotone voice.

It remained pretty tranquil for a bit. The only noise being that of Shouto making himself breakfast and the sound of you taking a shy sip of your drink.

"Morning. I don't have work today, so I'm home."

Your voice simmered out into the atmosphere, but it remained looping in Shouto's mind. As his back faced you, he felt his ears get hot, and he knew for a fact, he was beet red now. How did just hearing your voice already throwing him off guard?

Shouto gently exhaled, feeling his adrenaline spike through him. He just needed to stay calm. But how could he when he wasn't accustomed to hearing your voice, especially when you spoke so softly? Having a crush on your roommate was most certainly an inconvenience, as Shouto struggled to keep his concentration on making a simple cup of coffee for himself.

"Oh. Did you finally get a day off?" Luckily Shouto's voice came out calm. He'd be damned if he stumbled and made himself look more like a fool than he already had.

Well, he looked like a fool to himself, at least. You barely took notice of the random pauses his whole body made or the way he would occasionally take self-soothing deep breaths. If anything, you wouldn't even know if this type of behavior was unusual for him since you saw him so rarely.

Come to think of it, you don't even have a baseline to work with when judging his overall character. That's partially due to the fact you two have never actually sat down and bonded, which led an idea to spark off in your mind.

"Yeah, it's my first day off in a while." You spoke in a slightly more upbeat tone now, excited for the proposition you were about to make. "So, since I'm home, how about we hang out and get to know each other properly." You smiled his way, tilting your head slightly as you awaited his response.

And just as the suggestion escaped your mouth, Shouto made the unfortunate mistake of turning around, his surprised expression out on display as he was yet to process what you just had said.

"Um, sure." is all Shouto was able to say. His heart thumped out of his chest, and his words knotted up in his throat.

The sudden proposition you offered him had him speechless. All these sudden coincidences being the last thing Shouto expected. Was it all too sudden, perhaps? Either way, he wasn't going to deny the opportunity at hand because who knew when you would be free again. Finally, this was his chance to answer the question that has been keeping up at night. And somewhat address these feelings that had started manifesting.

"Then, I was thinking... maybe we could have a movie night?" You chirped, leaning over the counter in excitement.

"You know, there's this movie my coworkers have been talking about, and I've really been wanting to watch."

For the first time, Shouto got to see you relish in your interests. A cute smile curling the corners of your lips as you spoke, rambling about this so-called movie. He couldn't help but smile at your bubbly nature, getting lost in the expressions you were making that he has never before seen. The way your eyes lit up and your hands waved around as you tried convincing him to watch the movie. Little did you know, you didn't need to convince him of anything, he would agree to watch anything with you. But he wasn't going to burst your joyful bubble now. He wanted to savor this moment, and so he let you speak whatever was on your mind, just burning this moment into his memory.

Dazing at your soft lips as you spoke, he realized how zoned out he had become; your speech becomes just a faint murmur in the back of his mind as all he could think about was how much more beautiful you looked up close.

"Ah, sorry! I completely went on a tangent there. I tend to do that when I get excited. I'm sorry!" You giggled while exaggeratingly facepalming yourself.

And with that, he was once more snapped back into reality. What were you just talking about? Aside from the mention of a movie night, Shouto couldn't remember much else. He couldn't have retained anything that fell from those pretty lips of yours. And down the gutter, his thoughts went once more. The overwhelming flustering feeling washed over him as he realized what ideas exactly he was having right in front of you. He needs to hurry up and respond to you rather than just standing there aimlessly staring at your lips.

"Don't worry about it. You look cute anyways when you're so excited about something." Those words left Shouto so fast he could barely believe he had said them himself. The humiliation already settling itself as he cursed himself for being such a creep.

The sudden affection from your roommate had you stuttering. You have had your eye on him ever since you moved in together. What was there not to like about him? He was good-looking, always left food out for you, and cleaned the apartment before you got back from work. The only issue was you. You were far too shy to admit to these feelings, your one solution being to lock yourself up in your room and avoid him like the plague. Today just so happened to be the exception as you felt a tad bit confident when he nonchalantly (as you perceived it) walked into the kitchen.

Now a compliment of this magnitude was the last thing you expected, and so your insides burnt hot as you shifted in your seat.

"Sorry! I didn't mean for it to come out that way." The concern in his voice was more than evident, the furrowing of his brows in frustration delivering his apology clearly.

"No-no, it fine! Really."

"What I was trying to say was that a movie night sounds great!" Shouto bopped his head down as he managed to completely fuck up this one opportunity that he had. To him, it seemed as though he had ruined everything, but if anything, he had succeeded a lot more than he gave himself credit.

You were still giddy at his subtle compliment, heart racing at the fact he called you cute. CUTE. Failure should have been the last thing on Shouto's mind as if he observed you a little more closely, he would have noticed the satisfactory grin on your face.

"Great! I'll meet you in the living room at 5 pm then." You hoped out of your chair, putting your empty cup away.

You definitely wanted to stay with him longer, but you needed to calm yourself down. The knots in your stomach tightening by the second as you felt flustered by his presence.

"Right."

Gently, you squeezed past him as you exited the kitchen, the cozy heat that radiated from his body sending goosebumps down your skin. Even with a touch so short-lived, you couldn't help but freak out. How would you manage this evening? Only future you will know the answer to that question.

As quickly as you parted ways, the evening arrived just as fast. A golden sunset burst through the living room window and drizzled the atmosphere in sweet honey. A soft breeze floated through as Shouto sat anxiously waiting for you.

His outfit was bland, but it was expected of him. Just a pair of generic grey sweatpants paired with a white tee. As stated previously, his attire was very bland. But it was comfy, to say the least.

Just on time, you finally met him at your designated period. Your heart hammered out your chest, not only from the nervous itch that was being with your crush, but the possibility of this all being awkward. It felt like meeting a stranger, only with an odd sense of familiarity attached. Maybe then calling him a stranger would be a poor analogy. Perhaps it was more like being left alone with that person your friend was trying to introduce you to. Yeah, that's a better parallel for how this all felt right now. However, it all still felt rather exciting.

"Hi! Are you ready?" You giggled as you sunk into the couch, sitting beside him.

"Definitely. What's the movie called again, y/n?" The way your name so easily fell from his lips set off the butterflies in your stomach.

It sounded so pretty coming from him, way prettier than you could have prepared yourself for. Suddenly, you found yourself speechless, mind going blank as you fished for the name of the movie you knew.

"U-um, it seems my mind has gone blank. Give me a second."

Rubbing your arm in an attempt to calm yourself, you let out your signature laugh. The golden hue of the sun stirred the color of his heterochromatic eyes as you glanced back at them, still thinking of the name of the movie you knew just a second ago. Attentively, his eyes examed you, and you managed to catch sight of this glance.

"Don't worry, take your time." With that, his eyes shot back up meeting yours. "Do you happen to be cold? You're rubbing your arm."

That explained his gaze, but it didn't happen to settle the nerves inside you. And in your flustered state, you responded with the first thing that came to mind as you swatted your hand to your side.

"Ah, yeah! It's a bit chilly with the window open in here."

Right on cue, Shouto reached for the blanket on the sofa, wrapping it snuggly over your shoulders. The way his slender fingers brushed against your skin as he positioned the fabric on you made you freeze. You could barely hear yourself think as your heart ran wild, adrenaline surging your veins. His face was so close, so close you could see how his eyelashes softly brushed his cheeks with every blink. Fast, it all happened so fast, and yet the memory replayed in slow motion in your mind. The way he just swept in and then back out.

"There. If it gets too cold I'll close the blind." He smiled at you comfortingly before reaching for the remote.

You couldn't do anything but sit there wide-eyed, your nervousness being unbearable.

"The movie... I can't remember its name." Finally, you admitted defeat, done battling your mind that was clearly not regaining composure any time soon.

"That's fine. I guess we can just watch whatever piques our interest for now. There's always next time."

There's always next time. The implication of another hang-out was soothing. Knowing that this wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity managed to quiet you down slightly as you repositioned yourself to sit more comfortably on the sofa.

"Right!" You beamed in agreement, turning your attention to the tv.

The mindless scrolling through Netflix lasted a while as you made conversation with one another. Talk of how most movies were boring filled your discussions, exchanging laughter here and there too. It all felt so reassuring, and both of you were starting to feel more relaxed. Movie after movie, it felt like you were about to hit a dead end until you eventually landed on something intriguing.

"This one! This one looks good, right?" You explained, pointed to the digital screen that gently lit up your faces.

"Right, it doesn't sound bad."

Shouto was beginning to uncover you and your character a lot better now. Seeing as you got excited about the most random things, but also the way you were so easily caught off guard. It put a soft smile on his face as he just admired you silently.

The movie began to play, the two of you settling down as the noises from the tv exclaimed through the speakers. To say that Shouto was happy was an understatement. Looking back on the evening from just last night to now was a huge shift, and a huge shift in the direction he could have hoped for. It was the start of something he had been wishing for long while now.

Hearing you laugh at the actors on screen, turning to face him as you shared the humours moments with him had him feeling all gooey inside. Lightly, your leg would occasionally brush past his, making him more than eager to pull a move on you. Fuck it, right? Apparently, Shouto couldn’t just have his cake, he wanted to eat it too.

You were far too cute in this moment, nudging on him softly as your laugh radiated through the air. And so, in a moment when his adrenaline spiked and clouded his judgment, he snaked an arm over you shoulder, cradling you into his chest. You gave into his invitation, resting against him.

Not to say you were all calm about the exchange, you were in fact the complete opposite. It was really happening, you were laying in Shouto’s toned arms, his fingers gently gliding up and down your forearm as he sunk down onto the couch. Laying himself down and then you on top of him.

Was Shouto calm about this, then? Definitely not. His hearts rapid beating was audible as you rested your head on his chest. Smiling hazily as you realised he was just as nervous about all this as you.

As he lay under you, you soaked in his touch, the way his toned figure felt as your hands snaked around his waist. And the way his breathing gently cascaded a chilly breeze down your neck, shivers forming along your soft skin. Ever smooth shift and touch his body made against yours was thrilling.

At this point you weren’t even concentrated on the movie, and instead on the boy under you. The movie acting more as background noise to the thing you really wanted to watch. Glancing up at his soft features, the way his plump rosy lips were slightly parted as his eyes shifted across the screen. Oh how you wanted to kiss him in this moment. What was holding you back exactly?

You could lean any minute if you just so pleased.

“Shouto?” You finally spoke up, interrupting the tranquility between you two.

His response was a simple hum, eyes falling to meet yours. The way he held eye contact, smiling at you invitingly was enough to have anyone falling for him. You felt extremely lucky to be even given the chance to be in this position with him.

“Can I?” You started, lifting yourself up slightly.

“Can you?”

He quirked a brow at you as he sat up to meet your movement. Trapped under you as your two legs straddled his lap, you gave him a sheepish smile. A short moment passed without a response, and Shouto smiled at you suspiciously, leaning in to jokingly examine your face.

“What’s on your mind?”

At his unannounced actions you glanced away, but Shouto only pulled your chin to look back at him. A smirk growing on his face before his palm came to cup your cheek; his other hand resting nonchalantly on your thigh.

And like he knew exactly what you were thinking, with a light brush of his thump against you bottom lip, he dipped in for a kiss.

His plump lips meeting yours. Soft, they felt so soft as they moulded perfectly with yours, meting against the other. The tender way his lips hovered for a second as he pulled away, licking his lips and then coming back in. Glazing you in his touch, he began to move again, taking in one of your lips at a time, relishing in your sweet taste. The way his lips massaged yours with every move he made had you pressing yourself into him.

It felt relieving in a way, finally dining the dish you’ve been craving for so long. After all these months you two have lived together, finally you both were holding each other like you have been wanting. Arms wrapped around his neck, fingers weaving throw his hair as you yearned for more.

Your plush tongue came to meet his, intertwining with the other. Happily, he ventured your mouth, taking in every inch of you. Smoothly dragging his tongue to the root of your mouth then pulling himself out, until he came back in once more to suck you back in.

The only think separating you two being the string of spit that drizzled off each other’s tongues as you caught your own breaths between each embrace. Your merciful moans he swallowed, his delicate hands travelling up your spin. They left a cold trail, fireworks erupting your stomach as the adrenaline of this all began seeping in.

You two were getting too carried away, but it just goes to show how bad you wanted one another. Shouto, however, wanted to clear things up before you continued any further.

He pulled away breathily, blinking at you with delight in his eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while now, and i’m sorry if this is sudden. But, I like you.”

That sentence alone had you more flustered than your previous touches and you smiled like a kid with candy.

Was this a dream come true? Maybe it was, which in that case, you definitely didn’t want to wake up. But, lucky for you, this was in fact reality.

“I like you too, silly” You giggled only inches away from his face, and the instant grin that sprawled across his lips was the only confirmation you needed.

Instantly, he engulfed you in a tight hug, his head cradling itself into the crook of you neck.

“Then how about we finish this off in my bedroom now that you’re all mine.” Was the last thing he said, his lips resuming their bidding on the soft skin in your neck.

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EMILY, I BEG: GHOSTIE LEVI FOR CHRISTMAS PROMPT❤️

Rivetra Advent Calendar: Day 4

For you, Matri ❤️

From the staring at the sun universe, but can be read as a stand alone! modern AU

Rating: G

“Fuck,” Levi hissed, slamming the rolling pin onto the countertop. The gingerbread mixture crumbled in his hands, and he muttered to himself he needed more water. It had been a while since he baked Christmas cookies, the last time at an office party at Erwin’s insistence so that they could beat the other departments. He opted for something simple, sugar cookies, and despite their lackluster appearance, people were impressed.

He didn’t give a shit about it, but when Petra specifically requested gingerbread men for her office party, Levi set to work as soon she received her text:

Office party on Friday! Do you have some time to make some gingerbread cookies? 😅 I’ll owe you one! 😘 ❤️

It was their first Christmas as a couple, his first as a functioning human since he came out of the coma, and even though Petra reassured him he had nothing to prove, he couldn’t help but want to impress his girlfriend, his doctorate-holding girlfriend. His officemates (Hange) teased him about landing a woman like her, and he couldn’t blame them.

Petra was a wonder, a jack of all trades, and worked harder than anyone else he knew. With the holidays approaching, and Thanksgiving just passed, her workload was full between the end of the semester on top of her regular job. By the time she came home, he was asleep in their bed and she slept heavily when he rose to get ready for work. Their schedules were flip-flopped, at least for now, so any chance to bask in her praise was well worth the labor.

“Shit,” he cursed again and balled up the dough to restart the next batch.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas… the radio sang, and Levi idly hummed along while he waited for Petra to return from work.

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Petra was used to all sorts of aromas when she stepped through her threshold. Sweet, savory, her fiance was skilled in the kitchen, human or ghost. Whatever stress manifested for that day was easily dissipated by the meal Levi had waiting for her, or even better, dessert.

The cacophony of sugar that hit her nostrils, however, was unexpected. Christmas tunes were on in full force, almost unbearably loud, and she hardly recognized her lover in his flour-covered apron.

“What’s going on?” She set her purse and coat on the rack and quirked an eyebrow at the state of the kitchen. Rows of cookie sheets lined their kitchen island, and assortments of cookies were stacked on top of one another inside cookie tins. Petra was sure she didn’t own any, didn’t see any this morning, which meant Levi must have bought them in the interim.

Grin sheepish, “I just asked for some cookies, not a bake sale.”

“You asked for gingerbread,” Levi said pointedly. “Which turns out, I’m shit at. So I made it since you requested it, but I wanted to add others to mask how terrible they taste. Here, try this.” He plucked a powdered half-dome cookie from the top of the oven and stuffed it into her mouth. “It’s a Mexican wedding cookie.”

Petra swallowed down the cookie and it melted in her mouth while the sugar coated her tongue.

“It’s delicious,” she sighed happily.

Levi nodded. “I can’t have you taking half-assed cookies to work.”

“You know my coworkers know you’re making them, right? They all know I brought microwave food for lunch before you.”

He snorted, shaking his head, and made a mental note to buy more Tupperware since Petra stockpiled them between her university office and private practice.

“By the way,” he said, a light blush crossing his cheeks. “I got you a cake. The place is closed on Sunday so it’s early, but we’ll have leftovers. I figured I can’t hide it since it’s in the freezer.”

Petra opened the freezer door and gasped. An ice cream cake.

Tears formed at the corner of her eyes. “I love it,” she exclaimed, racing to hug him and flour puffed into the air.

He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Happy early birthday, Petra.”

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Birthday Boy - Kuroo x Reader

Summary: Office man Kuroo wants the usual for his birthday. (~1.4k words)

Warnings: nsfw, fem!reader, public sex, office relationships

A/N: Kuroo annoys me but I can see the appeal. Happy birthday Kuroo!

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You typed the last sentence of your business proposal for Friday, taking an extra bit of satisfaction in typing the last period before hitting the save button, then took a deep breath before leaning back in your chair. With one additional thing checked off your list for today, you made a quick check at the clock next to you to check how much longer you had until you could leave this place and move on with your life.

20 minutes left. You could do this.

“Didn’t you forget something today?”

Almost a bit startled, you looked up to see the company’s vice president, Tetsuro Kuroo, grinning down at you slyly, chin perched over the edge of the cubicle. You hated that he was tall enough to do that despite the fact that the cubicle walls were higher than typical - it felt like he had special access to you somehow.

You smiled politely, even though you and he both knew you couldn’t exactly stand him - in fact, you had made it pretty clear a couple months ago that you thought he was somewhat of a prick in the corner of an office party, and miraculously had kept your job (sleepless nights were finally behind you and you would never get so drunk at a company event again).

“Whatever do you mean, Mr. Tetsuro?” You said with mock extreme professionalism, as you printed out your proposal and rose to get to the noisy printer located outside of your small office space.

He leaned against the wall, smiling at you as you passed him.

“It’s my birthday, of course,” he said, now following you leisurely into the copy room, and you could feel the hairs on your neck stand on end as he stepped just outside of sexual harassment distance. “Where’s my present?”

You pulled your stack of papers out of the printer, shrugging off the irritation building inside you and went to focus on stapling copies of your day’s work together.

“Happy birthday,” you offered passively.

He stood beside you, grabbing another stapler to help you with your task uninvited.

“Why thank you, Ms. ___. I was waiting to hear good wishes from you. It was all I waited for all day, in fact,” he said, with a furtive glance at you that you pretended not to see.

“Don’t worry, I don’t need help,” you insisted. Before you could reach over, he nudged you playfully with his hip, blocking you out of his way.

“You never need anything, Mrs. Independent,” Kuroo teased with a laugh, “but don’t worry, I got you.”

Before you could protest and snatch the sheets of his hand, he raised the sheets of paper higher than you could reach, forcing you to have to jump once or twice, stopping only once you were in a flustered mess, embarrassed by the fact that you were actually jumping in a pair of heels and a skirt in public.

“You are so fucking annoying! Do you know that?” You huffed finally in frustration, now standing completely still despite seething with annoyance. “Just go home, don’t you have someone new on your “hit and quit” list anyway?!”

Before the words left your mouth, you regretted them ever coming out and you whispered a short “Shit” under your breath as Kuroo’s eyes grew wide and devilish. You’d triggered him in just the right and wrong way. You glanced quickly at the door to ensure no one was outside to see what had just happened and what was about to happen, then considered making a quick run for it because yes, you had just given this sexy asshole ammunition and yes, he was absolutely going to lose it.

As expected, Kuroo blocked your way out of the room with quick side steps to the left and to the right, making your heart start to pound in your chest, and finally after a quick look outside as well to clear the surroundings, he held you close in his arms.

“Oh, it looks like someone’s been a bit jealous…,” he crooned, rocking you back and forth softly first before as he released you and backed into the open door, quickly and smoothly locking the door behind him. “So jealous, you won’t even wish me a happy birthday, my little bunny?”

Fuck.

“Kuroo, don’t,” you whispered under your breath, but he was already walking towards you, eagerly loosening his tie, and by all that was good, you were going to let him do whatever he wanted even if it was against your better judgement.

He started by backing you into the wall by the copy-printer, planting a soft kiss on your lips, then pecking down your jawline to your bosom, his hands steadying themselves on your hips hugged by the classic but quite form-fitting pencil skirt you had decided on wearing that morning.

“Don’t what?” He breathed into the crook of your neck, as slender fingers started to unbutton your blouse, giving him access to the soft pillows of your breasts and pert nipples.

“W-we’re in public… not... not here.” You were already starting to forget your protests as his lips closed around a mound sending heat rushing to your center.

“It seems like you need reassurance,” he reasoned. “Let’s think of it as a sort of quality assurance project, what do you think?”

With that, more fingers made their way down the hem of your skirt, pulling then dragging them down so that he could press a digit right through to your pussy now damp and soaking your undies.

“I don’t know why you keep wearing these tight ass skirts in the office, how the fuck are we supposed to get a quick fix during work breaks?”

“Shut up, Kuroo,” you retorted, pushing him off of you as you struggled to shimmy the skirt off quickly yourself.

“I mean, you’re really bad at playing this pretend game. Like my dad owns this company, why do you think it would be a problem if everyone else found out we were fucking?” Kuroo added, as he unbuckled his pants and rolled down his dress pants for you. You took a look at his large member as it popped out from the waistband of his pants, but when you saw his smirk at your hungry expression, you rolled your eyes before bending over the printer for him.

“You talk so fucking much, Kuroo.”

“Wow! Cursing at me? On my birthday?” He protested with mock offense, but instead retaliated with getting a hard grip on your hair with one hand to pull you back towards him.

“Kuroo!”

“You’re lucky I’m not asking for a full hour of head, bunny!” He quipped, before breaching your entrance in one fluid movement. “Oh my goodness, it really is my lucky day, you really are just dripping for me.”

At this point, you should have been wondering what exactly had gotten you involved with this obnoxious man, but when he started a quick pace, thrusting you forward back and forth while you steadied yourself on the poor abused office printer, your tsundere act started to crumble.

As he expected.

The room filled with the sloppy noises of cock entering cunt, over and over and over again, soft whines, suppressed grunts and moans, and the whir of buttons inadvertently being pressed. Despite Kuroo’s abrasive behavior towards you in the office, he could manage to be tender when he railed you, offering a soft hand to cover your mouth as you struggled to keep quiet and loosening his grip on your hair in favor of running his hand through it tenderly.

As your walls continued to clench and tighten around him, milking him of all he was worth, his moans started to get more uneven, and he breathed deeply before laughing softly, leaning in you.

“You’re awfully quiet, babe,” he teased, his voice more tender this time.

So are you, you wanted to say, but then your coil snapped, and sensing this, his hand clamped tighter over your mouth as he pounded you even harder and you wanted to scream.

Kuroo, Kuroo, Kuroo…

Your orgasm was freefall, and soon he fell with you holding you all the while, his hand still clamped over your mouth and his other hand now pressing against you to hold your convulsing body still, you always came so violently when you were with him, so much a firecracker you were.

When the high finally faded, you both redressed in satisfied silence, staring at each other with renewed longing, only to be startled by hard raps on the door.

Your eyes widened as you stared at each other then at the door.

Had you finally been too loud?

“There’s cake for whoever’s in there for VP’s birthday,” you could hear one of your coworkers finally say with exasperation. “I don’t know why you always use that room for so long, you can work in your cubicle, ___.”

Kuroo stifled a laugh as haughty footsteps headed away from the door, before kissing you on the forehead.

“Do you wanna get some of VP’s birthday cake or have you already had enough of VP?”

#mae.writing #tetsuro kuroo x reader #kuroo x reader #tetsuro x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kuroo #kuroo tetsuro #not sfw #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!

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sapphic-yearning-lesbian · 3 years

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This is chapter two (Chapter one)

Nurse Namaari struggles with the idea of visiting her past patient Raya, but caves.

Warnings: Brief mentions of addiction, and survivor’s guilt.

Word Count: 2533

Three days later

Namaari was sitting in her office writing reports when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," She said as the door slowly opened.

"Hello, It's Sisu; I'm a Psych nurse, we've seen each other multiple times around the ER, but you officially meet me while I was comforting Raya, a past patient of yours. Could I possibly speak with you?" Sisu confidently states while poking her head through the crack of the door.

Namaari raised an eyebrow, shocked to see Sisu at her door. Nevertheless, she nodded. How could she forget that day? Raya's pale body...Sisu's screams...

Snap out of it!

Because of Hippa, Namaari was not allowed to check on Raya. Once a patient leaves the ER, they are no longer her patients, and she has no say in their care, and nine times out of ten, she'll never know if they survived. "Of course. Come take a seat," She finally answers as she motions with her hands that Sisu sits across from her.

Sisu nervously walks over to the chair, sitting down. She looks at a Namaari whose eyes are locked on her purple ones. She chuckles. "This isn't me talking to a coworker, okay. This is me talking to my friend about another friend." Sisu states as she watches Namaari's eyebrows raise before she nods yes, "Raya is in the cardiovascular/pulmonary unit. She survived the emergency surgery! She's still recovering, but she has made it clear she wants the gorgeous nurse that saved her life to visit her."

Namaari was extremely relieved but also confused. "Wait, what? She isn't your girlfriend?" Namaari asked as Sisu's face turned bright red, and she burst out in laughter.

"Hahaha, no! We dated for like a week during nursing school, but we never clicked romantically; We've been best friends ever since tho." Sisu managed to say between her laughter. Once she was able to control herself, she continued talking, "Anyways, she is in the J6 unit in the room: J601," Sisu says with a smirk before standing up from the chair; walking to the door, before stopping to say, "If you visit her, don't do it as a nurse. She's not looking for another member of her health care team. She wants to get to know the YOU who isn't a nurse." With that said, Sisu walks out, closing the door behind her.

Namaari sits at her desk, even more confused. She leans into her chair, thinking for a moment. She really found this girl alluring in every sense, but how was she supposed to chase after a girl she talked to for two minutes before she practically died in her arms. Not practically! She did die!

Maybe that's the reason.

What a great love story would it be...

When Namaari finished her shift three days ago, she broke down: She hadn't cried like that in years! She does remember crying somewhat similarly when she lost her first patient five years ago, but it was a different kind of sadness.

The truth is death was something Namaari had grown accustomed to. Of course, she felt emotional distress when a patient died, but when Raya flatlined; It shattered her.

She often found herself running through the event over and over in her head, trying to pinpoint how she didn't realize the gasps for air between Raya's flirting, where she struggled to breathe.

She should have seen the signs.

She should have realized Raya's heart was straining itself to keep her alive; that's why her blood pressure and pulse skyrocketed before they plummeted.

No matter how many times she runs the scenario in her head, she always blames herself.

When in reality, Namaari is excellent at her job. She has ample experience and education.

Yes, Raya's smile ultimately left her defenseless, but Namaari stood her ground.

Yes, Namaari's heart was fluttering for her patient, but she still put those feelings aside to save her life. Maybe she should stop scolding herself and accept that life is unpredictable.

And one thing holds true: Namaari felt immense attraction for Raya, but she still acted professionally.

Namaari blinked a few times, trying to pull herself out of her thoughts before bringing her hands up to her face, gently rubbing circles into her temples. "What has she done to you?". She asked herself as she laughed and looked at the time; 4 PM, her shift will be over in three hours. After her shift finishes, she'll shower quickly in the staff showers and change into clean scrubs. She scoffs when she realizes she'll have to wear blueberry-colored scrubs; that's the only colored scrubs the hospital provides.

The hospital has their staff color-coded, adult nurses wear grey scrubs, child nurses wear pink, x-ray technicians wear black, pharmacists and phlebotomists wear light blue, nursing assistants wear burgundy, and surgical residents wear blueberry-colored scrubs. Actually, most residents wear blueberry scrubs, but most commonly, you'll see surgical residents marching around the hospital in their blueberry scrubs.

"OWW OWW OWWW," Raya screams as a surgical resident removes the chest tube that was once allowing the excess air pooled in her chest cavity to escape her body, caused by her collapsed lung. It was no longer needed as the punched lung was fixed during her emergency surgery; they should have taken it out before but hadn't, fearing her lung could collapse again.

Raya felt utterly stupid. She was an extraordinary nurse, and she knew the signs of a collapsed lung, pneumothorax, but she ignored them.

If she thinks back to that day in the ER, she can vividly remember her chest burning in pain; shortness of breath, lightheadedness, an elevated pulse, and finally, the icing on the cake, her left shoulder hurt: All tale signs that her broken rib punctured her lung. Yet, she chose to ignore the warnings.

At least now, she can fully understand the power of adrenaline on someone's mind and body. It can genuinely make you believe that severe pain is minimal and that you'll be okay.

"Sorry, Ms.Hart. Do you want me to press on your magic pain button" The resident stated, causing Raya to stare back at them with frowning eyebrows before nodding no.

Raya was given a medicine button she can press for narcotics every so often, but she was trying not to press the button unless she really needed to. She knows firsthand how quickly people can get addicted to those meds.

The resident chuckled. "Sorry, I forgot you're a nurse, and I don't need to call it a magic button." Raya faked a smile before chuckling. She wasn't trying to be mean at all, but she hated being on the other side. Raya loved being the nurse, and suddenly she's the patient.

The resident smiled once more before excusing themselves out.

"You can stop fake smiling now," Sisu said.

She was curled up on a couch against the window. She had her eyes closed as she was sleeping. "Ughhh, I'm going to be late to my shift," She said, opening her eyes, noticing the clock on the wall before standing up from the couch, where she stretched before smiling. "Nightshift is the bestttt" She joked as she folded the sheets she was using to sleep.

"You must be exhausted! You haven't left the hospital in three days because of your back and forth from your shifts to watching me!! Go home, sleep in your own bed, and shower with shampoo that actually cleans your hair because your hair looks a mess right now." Raya sighed as she sat up in the bed, looking at Sisu with pleading eyes.

"You're my best friend, Raya!" Sisu stated as she finished folding the sheets and turned to look at Raya with tears beginning to pool in her eyes. "You dead...I watched you die." She exhaled as solo tears escaped her eyes; she quickly wiped them away with her thumbs.

Raya was looking at Sisu with sorrow and regret. She knew getting into a fight with Tong was stupid, and they didn't mean to injure each other terribly, but somehow they did. However, she knew she couldn't keep this conversation going as Sisu had 10 minutes to get to the psych department for her shift. So instead, she smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Note to self! Never die again." This statement caused Sisu to chuckle as she picked up her overnight bag; that holds her clean scrubs.

Sisu quickly walks over to Raya, side hugging her gently to not hurt her before pressing a quick kiss on her cheek. "I got to go. If anything happens, please call my office, okay! I MEAN IT." She stated firmly before running out the door.

Raya sighed before she burst out in tears. She had been playing strong for Sisu, but she was in shock. She was sure her best friend knew, but Raya really wasn't ready to talk about it. Raya knew deep down that she was having survives guilt, an overpowering and almost dominating emotion.

Her tears soon became sobs, and she felt her body begin to shake. She knew it was a panic attack, so she began to take deep breaths to calm herself.

Eventually, the trembling stopped while her tears persisted; her body was weakened by the energy needed to cry. She was also physically distressed now as each sob caused a painful sting to travel up her spine.

So she finally pressed her medicine button.

As time went by, her tears lessened, and her pain was managed. Soon enough, she found herself drifting off to sleep.

"You're the girlfriend?" Some unknown voice asked.

"Yeah, sure." She heard Namaari's voice hesitantly answer. "I've been in here for an hour, and she just doesn't wake up. Is everything okay?"

The other voice hummed as the conversation amused her. "I'm looking at her patient chart, and it only says to release personal information to Sisudatu." The unknown voice said, probably her night nurse. "HIPPA Man. I wanna help you, but--"

"Yea, I know. It was worth a try, though." Namaari answered, sighing.

"She's just tired. Look closely at her face; maybe you can figure out why she is so exhausted--ANYWAY, press on the call light if you need anything, or poke your head outside the door. Great to meet you...girlfriend Namaari." The nurse chuckled; it was clear she didn't believe that.

Raya so badly wanted to open her eyelids, but they felt so heavy. She tried to speak, but she was too tired to make words. So as she heard Namaari sit on the chair next to her bed, gently grabbing her call button (that's also a tv remote), turning it on. With the very little energy she had, she smiled as she drifted to sleep once again.

Nammari woke up curled up in a chair. She looked to her left, seeing a snoring Raya in her patient bed. She smiled, noticing the puffy eyes were gone.

When she came in yesterday around eight pm, she found Raya passed out with red puffy eyes. Tears had stained her cheeks, and her eyebrows frowned. Namaari knew she probably cried herself to sleep before she got there; she even tried to confirm it with her night nurse but to no avail. She yawned as she brought her left hand up to her eye level to look at her watch. 7:30 AM.

She lightly rubbed her tired eyes as someone burst into the room. She removed her hands from her eyes, spotting a very tired Sisu pulling the curtain open. Once Sisu noticed her, a wide smile spread on her face; she turned and noticed Raya was sleeping, so she whispered, "Hey, Namaari. Great to see you! Did you just get here?" She said excitedly as she yawned, placing her bag on the floor; Quickly shuffling to the couch that folds out to a bed.

"I came yesterday, but she was sleeping. It looked like she shouldn't be left alone, so I kinda fell asleep here," Namaari replied as she watched Sisu unfold some sheets, probably getting ready to sleep, she presumed. "I don't work today. I can stay with her..." She began to say as Sisu's eyes shot up from the couch to meet her's with a massive grin on her face.

"Are you completely sure?" Sisu asked, raising an eyebrow. Namaari noticed the eyebags and the apparent exhaustion. She nodded yes before opening her mouth to speak but was cut off by another voice. Raya's voice.

The voice Namaari's been repeatedly hearing in her mind. Precisely when Raya called her a 'godly woman.' Thinking back to that moment made her blush.

"She's... *yawn* ...giving you... *yawn* ..an out.. *yawn* ...take it," Raya stuttered as her eyelids fluttered open. She noticed Namaari first on her right and smiled but brought her gaze back to her best friend. "Go home. It's been four days now. I'm okay."

Sisu tilted her head to the side, looking at Raya with knowing eyes. She turned to look at Namaari. "Raya had a panic attack after I left. That's why she was so exhausted; I'm assuming it's survivor's guilt, but I'm her best friend, so I'm not allowed to evaluate her." Sisu said while crossing her arms across her chest, raising her eyebrows before turning her gaze to Raya. "I'm scared to leave again," She admitted as her tone became soft.

"I'm very much capable of taking care of her," Namaari stated. She knew this current situation was unusual. Truthfully a part of her wanted to leave, believing she didn't deserve even a slimmer of a chance of happiness. However, something kept her there—the desire to TRY and get to know Raya.

Namaari was very self-aware that if she let the opportunity of getting to know Raya personally slip, she would always wonder, what if . Because the truth is, if it doesn't work out, then she can at least say she tried.

Sisu uncrossed her arms and looked over at Namaari. "As a friend?" Sisu questioned Namaari, "Or as a nurse?"

Namaari chuckled. "I'm not part of her medical staff," She stated as she raised her hands in defeat. "I'm here as a friend."

"I thought you said we were girlfriends tho? Or was I dreaming?" Raya randomly blurted, both the other girls looking at her. Sisu's face showing confusion, and Namaari's embarrassment.

"OKAYYY, that's my queue to leave! Tong should be here around 2 PM so you can go home, Namaari." Sisu said, winking at Raya before grabbing her bag and walking out of the room.

Namaari's heart was beating faster, realizing she was alone with Raya. Her cheeks burning as if they were on fire. She turned to look at her and found she was already staring and smiling at her. "Was it a dream?" Raya asked again as she slowly sat up, clutching her chest.

"No, it wasn't a dream," Namaari whispered as she brought her hands down, looking at them.

Namaari was unsure how the next few hours would unveil. All she was certain of was:

She is sitting in a past patient's room.

She agreed to stay for hours.

She's highly attracted to this patient.

She thinks she's lost her dam mind.

I’m already working on the next chapter. It should be up in the next coming days. But realistically once I finish it; I’ll post it.

#disney raya #ratld #rayaari #raya and the last dragon #namaari #Disney Namaari #namaari x raya #raya x namaari #raya namaari #namaari of fang #ratld namaari #ratld incorrect quotes #raya incorrect quotes #ratld raya #rayamaari #sisu

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some-kindofgnome · 4 years

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Kinktober #13: can we always be this close? - Mirio Togata

In which you and Mirio spend a very romantic birthday evening together.

Characters: Mirio Togata / f!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ please!) Quirkless Mirio, aged up characters, fluffy smut, fluffy fluff, this is tooth-achingly syrupy, with the barest edge of heartfelt angst. Boxed-birthday cake sweet.

Notes: It’s my birthday today. This is extremely feelsy and self-indulgent. I offer no apology.

Title inspired by this song.

Kinktober Masterlist

“Are you almost ready? Seriously gonna explode out here.”

You’re putting the last finishing touches on your hair as Mirio knocks on the bathroom door. Bless his heart, he’s been nice enough to give you full reign of the bathroom for the last hour and a half for the sake of your big reveal when you’re finally ready to go.

But you know Mirio well- big heart, small bladder.

“I’m coming!” You promise. “Thirty seconds and I’m outta here.” You take one last spritz of hairspray through your style, tousling the strands gently with your fingers. Then you unplug your styling tools, smooth on your favourite lipstick (the one that makes you look ‘the most kissable,’ according to Mirio) and pivot toward the door.

Your fingers hover over the handle for an instant. You take a deep breath.

When you pull the door open, Mirio’s standing directly on the other side of it. He looks polished as hell in a pair of well-fitting dark wash jeans and a turtleneck sweater that you bought him last winter. Your heart goes squish as you brace one hand in the frame of the door and watch his expression light at the sight of you.

“Aw, man,” he hums. His eyelashes flick downward as he takes you in. You’re dressed in the same fashion that he is- casual but polished, in a way that makes you feel the most comfortable and beautiful in your own skin.

“You sure it’s not my birthday?” He reaches for you, pulling you closer by the wrist. “’Cause lemme tell ya, that was worth waiting for.” He leans down and goes for a kiss, ducking sideways at the last moment to catch the corner of your mouth instead.

“Get in there,” you giggle, gently brushing past him and ushering him into the bathroom. “I’m hungry.”

Tonight’s dinner is something that Mirio insisted on. While the company you work for normally gives you a day off for your birthday, this year, yours happened to fall in the middle of the week. You decided to defer your day off until Friday, giving you a long weekend to enjoy instead. It means you still had to work on the actual day, but… you don’t mind. Not when Mirio’s been treating you like a princess from the moment you woke up.

He even stopped by your office earlier to drop off your favourite takeout for lunch. All your coworkers know him- he visits you at work a lot- and they’re completely smitten. You can’t help but adore how likeable he is, even if it tries your envious nerve every once in a while.

Your friends joke that he’s more like a golden retriever than a partner. But you know it goes both ways. You would do anything in the world for him.

You hold hands on the train like a new couple all over again, leaning against the doors and kissing between stops. You don’t care who sees. Mirio’s thrilled to be getting away with so much PDA. And when your stop finally comes up, you’re still grinning as you tug him onto the platform.

He takes you to your favourite restaurant, a ramen place downtown. You get potato dashi ramen, which comes with chewy egg noodles and a scoop of sour cream. It’s like a baked potato in a bowl of noodles. You know it’s not exactly the romantic evening that most couples would have planned, but there’s nothing that brings you more joy than cozying up in a little table by the window and slurping away on hot broth and noodles with Mirio smiling across at you.

As you’re finishing up, a slice of white chocolate cheesecake with a sparkler (and two forks) comes to your table. Mirio swears he had nothing to do with it, but he adores embarrassing you on your birthday. And the sparkle behind his navy gaze is a dead giveaway.

It’s not until after you’ve both scraped the plate clean and you’re holding hands across the table that you decide to forgive him.

He’s brushing his thumb over your ring finger, toying back and forth with the sparkly diamond that sits there.

“Y’know,” he muses, “I was actually planning on saving that for tonight.”

You’re resting your chin in your other hand, but that doesn’t stop you from grinning. “Really?”

He nods, licking his lips to hide an indulgent smile. “I carried that thing around in my pocket for weeks. But then, when you said there was gonna be an eclipse…” He trails off and shrugs, smiling brighter. “It’s like it all fell into place.”

A couple of weeks ago, the moon fell into the Earth’s shadow for the first time in years. It was a beautiful clear night and just warm enough that the two of you could climb to the roof of your apartment building and huddle together under a couple of blankets.

It was there, under the dim glow of the eclipsed moon, that he’d dropped to one knee and promised you forever. To you, it was a complete surprise.

You’re still moony about it now. If you close your eyes, you can picture every single detail. But when you open them again, the look on Mirio’s face is not so different as he admires you across the table.

“It was perfect,” you told him. “That night was perfect.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing your ring. “C’mon,” he mumbles. “Let’s get outta here.”

He takes you home and skirts you in the front door. Your apartment is still dark when he strokes your cheeks and kisses you, lingering and sweet in the hallway.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he whispers to you, soft and vulnerable in the low light.

“I love you,” you murmur, holding him tight. He gets like this sometimes. He’s lost so much, it’s easy to imagine you slipping through his fingers, too. You know he’s trying hard not to let it show tonight but you’re not about to let that stop you. You reach for him, cupping his cheek and pulling his shadowy gaze to yours.

“Hey,” you whisper. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he huffs, stealing another kiss as he scoops you into his arms. He whisks you into the bedroom, laying you across the sheets. He flicks on the lamp by your bedside and it casts a warm blanket of light across your body.

His weight descends on top of you and you catch yourself thinking if this is it, if nothing comes after this life with him, I’ll be okay.

He strips you down, piece by piece, kissing every inch of the skin he’s exposing. Every moment you spend together feels precious- you’ve both been reminded, time and time again, how quickly it can all be stolen from you. Not this, you pray when the night is at its darkest, take anything, but let me have him.

“Let me love you,” he whispers to you, sliding down your bare body, “with everything I have tonight.”

He loops his arms under your thighs, nuzzling the soft skin where your leg joins your body. His eyes stray to your face as he licks up your slit. He watches you sigh, watches you shiver, watches you fall.

But he’s always there to catch you.

He licks until you’re begging him to stop and comes back to you bare. His body is strong and sculpted but scarred, serving as a solemn reminder of the life he was forced to give up. Just another dream that had been stolen from him.

But you, the life that you’re capable of building together- that’s become his new dream. He’s promised to love you completely. He wants to raise your children. He wants to build you a home. Maybe he’ll never save a million souls, but if he can bring you happiness, if he can be good for you, that’ll be enough.

When you’re finally ready for him, he keeps his body as close to yours as possible while he pushes inside you. One of his hands grips your thigh, but the other is intertwined with yours, smoothing across the bedsheets as his thumb strokes your knuckles.

He’s steady and strong, but tender as a lamb, whispering his love for you as he fucks you slow and rhythmic. You clutch at his back and grab his ass, urging his rhythm forward. But he keeps it easy until he can’t take it anymore.

And when he breaks, he breaks hard.

He thrusts into you with a brutal rhythm, letting all the words die between you. The harsh breath that you share is punctuated by the slap of his thighs against yours. He slips a hand between your bodies, driving you to the edge one more time- whimpering and sighing and quivering through your climax- before he can’t hold out and slips into ecstasy alongside you.

When he loses himself against you, you hold him tight and savour every moment. The tremor of his thighs against yours. The way his voice jumps from his chest to his throat as his expression scrunches into one of sheer ecstasy. The spill of sloppy warmth inside you-sinfully satisfying. But more precious than anything is the way that he collapses on top of you and peppers slow, sweaty kisses across your skin before he’s ready to pull out.

When he finally rolls off of you, you’re quick to shift onto your side, reaching for him. You wind your arms around one another, and he draws you in close, letting you rest your chin on top of his head as your legs tangle.

“Happy Birthday,” he mumbles into your neck, for only the dozenth time that day. You close your eyes and try to suppress your laugh, but you know he can feel it vibrating in your chest.

“What a time to remind me,” you tease. “I’m getting old.”

“Oh!” He bolts upright, suddenly alert. “Your present, baby.”

“No way. Give it to me tomorrow,” you hum. “I’m not letting you out of bed.”

“But…” He turns back to you, pouting. “I can’t give it to you a day late. That’s like… like I missed it.”

“How about…” you trail off, “I open it first thing in the morning. You’ll know and I’ll know. Nobody else will. Please? I’m so comfy.”

Satisfied, he settles down again. This time it’s your head he tucks under his chin, kissing the top of your head.

Later that night, moments from sleep, you feel him stir in your arms. He kisses your head again, wraps his fingers gently around your palm. You don’t move.

“Happy birthday, baby,” he whispers to you. “I’m the luckiest man in the world, y’know that?”

You drop off a few minutes later in total peace. It’s not something you ever thought you would have, but… with him, it comes as easy as the morning.

#mirio togata x reader #mirio x reader #mirio x you #mirio togata x you #kinktober #mirio togata #lemillion #my hero academia #mha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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cno-inbminor · 3 years

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wips that i’ve sat on for too long

it has been forever since i last posted anything, mainly because things have been extremely busy!! november is always such a shit month for school and i’ve procrastinated aka dug my own grave :) but here are a few snippets from wips, some that i may not ever finish but we’ll see ahahahaha

wip 1: sakusa wip 2: akaashi wip 3: semi (ipsum exitio) wip 4: mattsun

request for sakusa based on lover by taylor swift

he likes the world in his control, knowing that there are many elements to which he can manipulate to his liking. sakusa isn’t egotistical enough to call the universe predictable -- after all, your unexpected landing in his life took him by surprise. and two years later, he feels he’s finally beginning to understand the meaning of ‘we’ and ‘us’.

his world is no longer just his -- it’s both of yours now. and while it scared him the first year, there was a layer of trust underneath that soothed his worries. you had become synonymous with the things in his life that made him calm -- a warm bath, a fresh loofah, a lavender candle. it felt foreign to crave your presence next to him in his bed, or at any time throughout the day. he wanted to be by your side as much as possible, as if he had a sudden understanding of how time runs out. one day, he loses grasp of his tongue when you mention going to the grocery store, and blurts out, “can i go with you?”

there’s no doubt that shock has made itself known on your complexion. he can’t meet your eyes and stews in his embarrassment for having said something so seemingly out of character. but it only takes a few seconds for a small smile to grace your lips, the one that reminds him of just how lucky he is to be loved by you.

he’s already on his feet when you reply, “if you’d like to.”

request for pt. 2 of la la lost you ft. akaashi

more often than not, you haunt his dreams.

but perhaps he should rephrase. he welcomes your presence more than anything – more often than not, he enjoys waking up remembering that you’ve visited him in the dead of night. it allows him to forget that you’re no longer with him, or that he’s no longer trying to figure out when’s a good time to call and check up on you.

the pain disappears for a little bit, and then it settles neatly in the bottom of his heart, a tiny weight in his chest. no matter how much one of his coworkers drags him out and tries to set him up with someone, they’re never you. he’s always searching for your qualities in them and he feels terrible – they don’t deserve to be a rebound at all. and though you’re not on his lock screen (because he’s tired of the questions), you continue to occupy his home screen. all of your photos are stashed into a single folder, and he has to admit he opens it more than once a day.

it’s a slow healing process – he simply accepts that he’ll miss you for the rest of eternity, that he’ll never see your smile in front of the california sun again. you were never going to speak to him again besides perhaps birthdays and holidays, but they’d never be enough for him. the acceptance is solemn defeat, so you can only imagine the mixture of surprise, panic, and bewilderment when your custom ringtone blares throughout his office.

it isn’t a figment of his imagination to see your name on his screen, and before he loses his nerve and this rare opportunity to hear your voice again, he picks up, free hand slipping against some papers, and answers, “hello?”

“hey, keiji. how are you doing?”

ipsum exitio pt. 2 (pt. 1 here)

The hand by your waist suddenly grasped your chin between its thumb and index finger, preventing you from indulging in your previous thoughts. A quiet gasp escaped your lungs as you nearly shook. Your body thrummed with nerves and desperation, hoping that Eita would just give in to the selfish desires that were causing you to not think straight. “Eita, I—” you pleaded, unable to find the right words. The man responsible for everything you were feeling remained silent and appeared unfazed, though the tightening clasp of your chin said otherwise. “Please—”

“We’re going to leave this bed and do as we planned,” he interrupted, tone deep and commanding. You were now slave to his every whim, though you honestly couldn’t find any objections to that. “And if you’re good for me…” He trailed off, moving further down until his lips hovered right by your ear.

“I promise I’ll fill you up with my cock that you’re practically begging for. You can cum as much as you like, but I’ll have you begging for more.”

His words in combination with the faint kiss against the shell of your ear tore a whimper from your throat, wetness pooling embarrassingly in your panties as you drank in his dark vow. Your heart thrashed against your chest so loudly that you almost missed his teasing laugh – you always knew that you were somewhat submissive, but to the degree that you were feeling now? The burning determination to be nothing but the best for the man that could probably have you on your knees in a heartbeat if he simply suggested it?

As he removed himself from you – though your body ached for his presence again – and you let him pull your quivering figure out of bed, your questions were answered by the warmth that flooded your body as a result of his praise: “Good girl.”

spy!au ft. matsukawa (tw: blood and violence mentions, implied character death)

“you think with all that time spent in the gym on your arms, they’d be useful right about now,” you whisper fondly.

“shut up,” issei grits out between his teeth. his muscles are screaming from overuse, but god help him if this is the last thing he’ll do.

the two of you are battered and much the worse for wear, sporting matching soot marks and body developing new bruises. dried, caked blood marks the side of issei’s face and though his gloves are still intact, yours had been discarded and misplaced, probably burnt to a crisp at this point. the friction of cloth against your scuffed palms causes you to wince. but there’s nothing you can do now, hanging over a cliff with nothing but issei’s grip to suspend you.

it’s a battle that was won for the agency, but he feels nothing akin to victory in this moment. regret washes over him instead -- why didn’t he just let that guy go, why did he feel the need to sock him in the face with everything he had, when he could’ve preserved that strength to lift you up now?

“makki’s coming, just hang in there, okay?” he bites out. a grimace forms because his shoulder is giving out, and your palm is starting to get sweaty. issei swivels his head over his shoulder and looks for any signs of agency help, but the sound of incoming motors are too far away. there’s not enough time--

“you need to let me go,” you advise, looking down beneath you. the river is a far ways away, you can barely make it out from here. and that only means one thing.

“(y/n), shut the fuck up--”

“look at me, issei. look at me.”

he meets your eyes and immediately detests the look of defeat in them. they’re beginning to gloss over and absolutely contradict the upward curves of your lips. this is everything he was afraid of -- all that time, all that trust, building a connection with you amidst the chaos, and for what? for it all to end in some storm of ice and fire and you into a rushing stream?

“it’s okay,” you comfort, but the tears down your face say it’s the complete opposite of okay. your hand is slipping and you can see how torn issei is, absolutely desperate to use every last second possible. help won’t come in time.

but you can’t leave him like this, not when you haven’t had the chance to say the three words you’ve always wanted to tell him. there had never been a good time to, not even in the nights with his body over yours atop the sheets and thrown into pleasure and escapism. perhaps it’s selfish on your end to part with those words. issei knowns you well enough at this point, and just by looking at your expression again, he knows it’s coming. this was the last way he wanted to hear them.

“don’t you fucking dare, (y/n). don’t you--”

there are promptly 2.8 seconds left as the contact is reduced to nothing but hanging by the fingertips. he hears nothing but your voice and his heartbeat. this is it.

“i love you.”

and his arm feels weightless.

#haikyuu x reader #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #semi x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu angst #sakusa #akaashi #semi eita #matsukawa

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spicyteez · 4 years

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Birthday Present

Boyfriend Wooyoung X Fem Reader

Smut

Word Count: 5.1K

Summary: Wooyoung gives you the best birthday present you could ask for: a long night between the sheets.

Warnings: Dry humping, Oral (fem receiving), fingering, soft sex, praise, overstimulation, Wooyoung being way too sexy, unprotected sex (please be safe!) Way too many uses of different pet names

A/N: I totally did not write this because today (3/13) is my birthday! Hehe. This one is purely self indulgent because topping Woo has been a huge fantasy of mine. Thank you all for the support you’ve been giving me! :)

Soft presses of pillowy lips to your neck awoke you from your slumber, the sensation tickling your warm skin. A giggle pushed past your lips as the kisses trailed towards your upturned lips, brushing along the underside of your jaw. The lips met yours delicately, a soft pressure that left you sighing in content. Eyes fluttering open, the sight before you never failed to leave you breathless. A gorgeous grin stretched across your boyfriend's boyish face, his eyes sparkling into yours. Propping himself up better, he lowered his head to rest mere inches from yours. Warmth radiated from his being, wrapping you in his comforting presence and provided a shield against the cool morning air. "Happy birthday princess." His fingers brushed the smooth skin of your cheek tenderly and he smiled fondly when you nuzzled deeper into his hand. Humming quietly, you placed your hand atop his and rubbed your thumb over his large knuckles.

Closing the space between your bodies, he connected your foreheads. "What do you want to do today?" His hot breath mingled with yours and you stared into his sparkling orbs, watching the light dance across his irises. Brushing his nose with your own, you laced your fingers with his. "Anything. As long as it's with you."

His eyes crescented as his handsome face pulled into a blinding grin. "I think I can arrange that." Moving together, your lips met in a sweet embrace. You giggled again when he smiled against your lips, his teeth clashing with yours in an inability to contain his happiness.

He never could hold still and soon his lips moved to to trace the curve of your jaw and the raise of your clavicles. Fingers playing with the hair at his nape, you held his face and closed your eyes, a comfortable yet drowsy feeling pulling you towards unconsciousness. "Don't fall asleep baby, you have to leave in thirty minutes."

Whining at the reminder of your shitty job, you pushed his face away and glared at him, lips pulling into a pout. Chuckling at your cute expression, he sat up and brought you with him, dodging your menacing glare. Hands grabbing your hips, he guided you to stand before him, his fingers trailing your body to rub circles into your sides. "It's a Friday baby. All you have to do is sit through eight hours of work and then you have the whole weekend to use me as you please." A mischievous smirk played across his lips, knowing just how tempting his words sounded.

You gulped at the implications of his sentence and decided that sitting through your hellish shift didn't sound so bad when he gave you that to look forward to. He waited until you turned around to get ready before patting your ass appreciatively. Laughing at the glare you halfheartedly sent him, he smiled to himself once you left him alone. Excitement bubbled in his stomach, turning his grin goofy with anticipation. That night he planned to treat you like you deserved to be treated, like the most precious piece of his life which you undoubtedly were.

Work flew by faster than expected, the multiple birthday wishes from your coworkers definitely lifted your mood. Throughout the day you found yourself daydreaming, your head flooded with sinful thoughts, distracting from your monotonous work load. The possibilities were endless, the whole night open to use as you please. You knew your needs would be met tenfold, leaving you shaking and exhausted from the dedication Wooyoung always put into making you feel amazing. Thinking back to his birthday a few months prior, you still felt an ache in your core when recalling the night of passion. He trusted you wholly, allowing you to bring him to his end over and over again. Loving caresses accompanied by gentle praises told of your adoration for him as you rode him throughout the night, milking his dripping release from his throbbing cock. Sighing at the vivid memories, you couldn't wait for the chance to give your body to him like he had given you his.

Hours felt like days, slowly ticking by until the time came to pack up your belongings and push your time card through the machine. You practically vibrated with excitement the whole drive home, missing your boyfriend's adorable laughter and endless teasing. Walking into your quaint apartment, a note on the counter accompanied by a bouquet of your favorite flowers caught your attention.

I'll be home soon, love. Happy birthday :)

- Woo

The small smiley face brought a grin to your lips, his cuteness warming your heart. Slipping off your bland work clothing, you turned on the shower and stepped into the steaming jets of water. Rinsing the stress from your body, you closed your eyes and basked in the hot water, drowning out the rest of the world.

A soft knock on the door brought you back to the present and you wiped the fog from the glass of the shower door to investigate the intrusion. Popping his head into the humid room, your boyfriend waved at you reassuringly and stepped towards the sink. Watching him wash his hands and fix his hair, you suddenly realized just how naked you were and just how hot he looked. His work enforced a professional dress code, and you secretly thanked whoever applied that rule whenever he came home. A pair of tight black slacks accentuated his figure, hugging his plump ass and muscular thighs. The pristine button down shirt he wore stretched across his broad chest, the sleeves rolled up just how he knew you liked it with a great view of his strong forearms. As if he sensed your stare, he turned and leaned against the vanity with a smirk. Crossing his arms, he looked you up and down, the veins in his arms popping out to drive you insane.

"It's your birthday but it looks like I'm the one getting a present."

Rolling your eyes at his innuendo, you rubbed the soap from your body, trying to hide the blush dusting your cheeks. You certainly received no help when he bit his lip and watched intently as your hand glided over your slick breasts.

Standing from his perch against the sink, he dragged his eyes across your body one last time. "Take your time baby." Sending you a wink, he shut the door and left you to finish up.

Letting out a breath you didn't even know you held in, you leaned against the wall and tried to process whatever just happened. He never failed to leave you a mess, his mere presence reducing you to a glob of lovesick mush. Maybe one day you'd be strong enough to withstand his charms, but truthfully you loved how he knew the fastest ways to get your heart racing.

Toweling off, you forwent a bra, opting for a strappy dress with an open back to match his classy attire. Stepping out of the bedroom, you found him seated at the table with several candles lighting the room. Noticing your presence, he stood and held out his hand for you to take, pulling you close to his chest. Now that you saw the table up close, you noticed an elegant table setting and flower petals covering the tablecloth, setting a romantic mood.

He pressed his lips to your temple quickly and grinned at your questioning glance.

"What's all this?" Pulling back, you gazed up at his shining eyes.

Taking time to admire your outfit, he held your hand above your head and spun you around slowly, the silky fabric hugging your curves perfectly. "I thought you'd be tired and decided to bring the dinner to you." Glancing at you, he felt a little nervous, worried you wanted to go out.

Your heart warmed at his consideration, touched by how well he knew your wants. The week really took its toll on you and staying in sounded heavenly. "Thank you so much. It's perfect."

He smiled again, relieved by your gratitude. Tugging your hand, he led you to the table and pulled out the chair for you to sit on, pushing the wooden seat towards the table once you were seated. "You're too good to me," You joked, following him with your eyes as he walked around the table. "I don't deserve you."

Seating himself, he winked at you, replying sarcastically. "What can I say, my mother raised a gentleman." Taking your hand in his yet again, his thumb stroked the back of your palm, running over your knuckles repeatedly. Eyes softening, he looked into your warm eyes, an edge of seriousness creeping into his tone. “You deserve the entire world baby. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

Grateful for this moment of intimacy, you cherished the evening, your full attention enraptured by him. The food tasted so much better without the bustle of a crowded restaurant, the quiet atmosphere of your apartment creating the perfect mood. Your combined giggles filled the air as he recalled a story of his coworker, Mingi, stranding himself at the office for hours by accidentally locking his tie in the door. Wiping a tear of laughter away, you sunk further in your seat, grateful for the casual setting. After devouring the food, Wooyoung pushed away from the table with the excuse of visiting the restroom. Instead of doing so, however, he returned with a small chocolate cake, lit candles casting shadows upon his beaming face. A soft chorus of the traditional birthday song flowed from his lips, his angelic voice leaving you speechless. Placing the cake before you, he finished his song and waited for you to make a wish and blow out the candles, cheering when they extinguished in one breath. The rich flavor of the cake tasted heavenly on such a special occasion, the light chocolate frosting drawing a pleased hum from your lips.

Across the table, your boyfriend sat with a bit of frosting on his mouth, unaware of the dark stain on his cherry red lips. Reaching past the glasses and candles, you wiped his lip gently, collecting the chocolate on your outstretched thumb. Snapping his eyes up to meet yours, his quick tongue darted out, licking the saccharine substance from your finger. Frozen, you stared back at his dark eyes, watching as he continued to lap sensually at your thumb. Pulling away quickly, you broke eye contact and looked away, embarrassed of the sinful thoughts in your head ruining a sweet moment. Finishing your cake, you stood to gather the dishes, intending to wash them before relaxing for the night. A gentle hand on your wrist stopped you, soft eyes gazing up into yours. "Don't worry about it baby. I'll take care of it all." Nodding slowly, you grasped his hand and pressed a kiss to the heel of his palm.

"I'm going to freshen up." Nodding at you, his eyes darkened a bit, anticipation clawing at his stomach. The two of you knew exactly what came next.

Standing before the bathroom sink, you stared at your reflection intently. Come on, Y/n. You've fucked so many times, why are you suddenly nervous? Shaking your head at yourself, you splashed your face with cold water, hoping to break yourself from this trance. You knew exactly why you were so nervous, nights like there were definitely different from your normal time in bed. Sex with Wooyoung was wild and passionate, always quick and intense with mind blowing stamina. His usual style differed from the classic vanilla and you loved every bit of it, every time you fucked you never knew what to expect. But tonight would be different, all about you. On special occasions such as Valentine's day, birthdays, and anniversaries, intercourse was slow and sweet, taking as long as possible to explore each other's bodies. This slow and romantic pace felt so raw, and a twinge of nerves always hit when you thought of just how vulnerable your soul felt in his hold.

The clink of dishes quieted down, silence filling the air once he cleaned the last one. You heard the door to your shared bedroom open and shut quietly, anticipation fluttering in your stomach. Pulling the short dress over your head, you folded the delicate fabric carefully and slipped into something more comfortable. Pinning up your hair, you took one last look at your frame in the mirror, deeming yourself cute enough to face your waiting partner.

Shakily you opened the door, eyes on the floor as you stepped into the tense room. Eyes snapping up when he heard the door opening, Wooyoung scanned your frame, breath hitching as he recognized the oversized t-shirt you wore as one from his own drawer. You shifted, eyes finally looking up to take in his position at the end of the bed as well as his shaky demeanor.

The overwhelming desire to make you his took over, his manhood straining against his tight pants. Beckoning you forward, he sat up straighter and drank in your innocent appearance. A surge of confidence ran through you as you noticed the effect you had on him, the tent forming in his pants growing larger by the second. You came to him, feet sinking into the plush carpet as you stood before him in nothing but your panties and his shirt. Fingers reaching for you, he gripped your hips tightly, pulling you to rest your legs on either side of his lap, straddling him. He squeezed your hips harshly, knowing the sensitive nerves of your erogenous zone would spark pleasure within your core. Moaning softly, you watched his lips melt into a smirk, the thought of reducing you to a whimpering mess spurring him on.

Brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, he traced his finger tips down the expanse of your jaw, passing his thumb along your lower lip to tug on the delicate skin. His lips quickly replaced the digit, molding to yours in a way that left your head spinning. Caressing your lips slowly, he kissed you deeply, passion flowing from his plump lips. Your arms slowly traced the muscles in his back, supporting yourself by wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer into the slow kisses. The world faded away, his lips all you could focus on as you melted into his chest, tender touches relaxing the worry deep in your stomach. Tilting his head to deepen the kiss, his fingers danced along your spine, sending a delicious trail of sparks along your entire back. Continuing to explore your body, his large hands cupped your ass firmly, spreading your cheeks along with your pussy lips, the action rubbing your swollen clit against the material of your panties.

Gasping against his lips, your surprise played to his advantage, his tongue slipping past your teeth. Humming into your mouth, his tongue tangled with yours sensually, caressing the muscle while his palms continued to knead your bottom.

Bucking your hips, you found purchase on his thick bulge, the fabric along the zipper of his pants rubbing your clit perfectly. Pressing down harder, you ground into him deeply, feeling his dick twitch against your moist panties. With a groan against your lips, his hands returned to your hips, halting your actions and breaking the seal of your lips. You pouted cutely, whining when he grinned and pecked your nose sweetly.

Tugging on the bottom of the shirt covering your torso, his knuckles brushed against the soft skin above the band of your panties. "Let's get rid of this, huh, love?" Nodding eagerly, you blushed when he chuckled at your excitement. Bunching up the fabric slowly, he inched the shirt up your stomach, leaning forward to press kisses to the exposed skin. As he pulled the pesky covering higher, his lips followed, every inch of your body receiving his love. His hands were at your waist now and you giggled softly when his mouth met your ticklish belly button. Up your body he went, along the valley of your breasts, nuzzling his nose into the perky peaks before slipping the garment over your head and onto the floor. His hands came to caress your breasts, pinching your erect nipple between two fingers. Squeaking at the tug on your sensitive nub, you played with his hair and leaned your forehead against his, gazing deeply into his eyes.

"Thank you for the flowers, baby."

The corner of his lips quirked up in a shy smile, his fingers squeezing your breasts harder. "I'm glad you like them. But you're prettier than any flower." His voice dropped to a whisper, pulling you into the little world the two of you shared.

"You're so cheesy."

"You love it." He cooed.

"I do." Caressing his face tenderly, you leaned in to kiss the little mole under his eye, heart nearly bursting at the lovesick glint in his orbs.

He stood suddenly and you yelped, wrapping your legs around his waist tightly. Chuckling lowly, he kissed you intensely, teeth clashing and tongues mingling. Placing you where he previously sat on the edge of the bed, he laid you down carefully, trailing his hand from your neck to your hips. Fingers nimbly unfastening the top buttons of his shirt, he loosened his tie, pulling the accessory from his neck and tossed it to the floor. With his hair disheveled from your hands and his collar popped wide open, nothing could compare to this view. Dropping to his knees before you, he hooked his arms under your thighs and pulled you to the edge of the mattress.

"Tonight is all about you baby." He purred between kisses to your inner thighs. Starting at your knees, he worked up, the sweet scent of your arousal growing stronger the further he traveled. "Fuck, you smell so good." You whimpered at his animalistic tone, wishing your fingers were running over his body the same way his touched yours.

Teeth sinking into the tender flesh of your upper thigh, he soothed your high pitched whines, tongue laving over the blossoming bruise. Hooking his thumbs in the band of your panties, Wooyoung slowly tugged the garment from your precious area, revealing your delicate petals. Your fingers dug into the sheets when his breath hit your core, holding onto the fabric akin to a lifeline. Spreading your folds reverently, his hooded eyes gazed at your pulsating walls as beads of translucent precum slid from your entrance, pooling on the silk sheets below. Tongue jutting out, he ran the muscle along your outer lips in a smooth stripe, the gentle pressure increasing the ache in your throbbing clit. Throwing your head back in pleasure, you stifled a loud moan with your hand when he pressed a kiss to your labia.

"Don't be shy baby," He taunted, nudging his nose against your swollen nub. "Let me hear your pretty sounds."

His resolve to have you moaning at his ministrations increased, his tongue darting out to slowly travel the length of your slit. Humming against your pussy, he lapped your sweetness, his own excitement growing from the taste of your juices. A strangled moan fell from your lips, his cock growing even harder from the lewd sounds you made. Continuing to please you, he kept the pace slow, worshiping your womanhood with each careful swipe of his tongue. Spreading your folds further, his tongue dove deeper into your depths, pushing past your entrance to stroke your velvety walls. Attaching his mouth to your lower lips, he sucked gently, applying pressure while trailing his tongue around your warm cavity.

Back arching off the bed, you mewled in ecstasy, his hot breath teasing your sensitive area. Loud wet noises filled the silent room, the sinful lapping of his tongue clouding your head and drawing you closer to a mind numbing high. He always bragged about his long tongue, the length coming in handy to help him reach depths in you that no one else could touch.

Suddenly he pulled away, the pleasure harshly ripped from your quaking body. Opening your eyes, you looked at his handsome face, his chin glistening with your gushing juices. Whining at the loss of sensation, you pouted at him, frowning when he laughed at your cute unhappiness.

"I'm going to use my fingers now, baby. Okay?" Gazing up at you patiently, he awaited your consent, kissing your mound tenderly.

You gave him a small smile, reaching down to brush his hair back into place. Trailing your hand to his cheek, you stroked the skin and gave him a nod of approval.

Pushing your legs further apart, he brought his hand to your clit, stroking the nub in a circular motion. With a single finger, he split your folds from base to crown and ran the digit along the length of your tender slit repeatedly. Adding another finger, he spread your wetness, swirling over your clit before tentatively inserting his fingers into your pussy. He pushed in carefully, stretching your walls further with every passing second. Clenching around the intrusion, you felt the spark reignite in your stomach, his fingers sheathed deep within your core. The tight squeeze around his fingers left him speechless, the thought of your walls caressing his cock the same way burning in his imagination. When he felt you had adjusted enough, he pulled out gently, quickly thrusting in as far as he could reach. Your body jolted, gripping the sheets again as he set a relentless pace. Hips bucking to meet his thrusts, you rutted against his fingers, hitting your pleasure spot repeatedly. A choked groan left your lips, the sensation kindling the fire burning deep within you.

"Right there?" He looked at you with a hint of smugness and you nodded enthusiastically, closing your eyes against the mounting pleasure. Pushing your hips to lay flat on the bed, his slick fingers sped up, striking the spot repeatedly. Your legs trembled, a tell tale sign of your close release. Calling out his name, you pushed away slightly. "W-woo stop!"

Pulling out quickly, his eyes met yours immediately. "Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Concerned for your safety, his hands ghosted over your body, checking for any signs of discomfort.

"No baby. You were perfect. I just…" looking away, you tried to hide the embarrassment tinting your cheeks. "I want you to be inside me when I cum."

Albeit cheesy, you really meant those words, wanting to feel him deep within you as you came however many times he desired you to. Turning your head to gauge his reaction, you watched him blink up at you, eyes full of lust and tenderness.

"Oh god. You're going to be the death of me princess." He groaned, hand running over the straining bulge in his slacks. Biting your lip at the sight, you watched him break down and palm himself desperately, his cock painfully hard.

Sitting up, you reach for him, bringing him close enough to press a greedy kiss to his lips. His mouth and tongue tasted like you, a foreign flavor he couldn't get enough of. Humming against his lips, you pulled him closer, melting at his tongue tangling with yours and the pedal soft texture of his lips. He pulled away before you'd had enough, mumbling against your lips almost incoherently.

"You taste so good."

Moaning against his lips, you fingered the buckle of his belt, slipping the crisp leather through the clasps and dropping the accessory to the floor. Hands pressing against his shirt clad torso, you trailed up his abdomen, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his work shirt. Your knuckles brushed his bare skin, his breath catching as you unhooked the last button and traced his abs lightly. Grasping your hands, he kissed your knuckles lightly, watching you intensely. Pushing you back onto the bed, he crawled on top of you, discarding his shirt in the process. Fingers brushing over his toned chest, you felt the taut muscles in his arms holding him up as he hovered above you. His fingers fumbled with the button of his slacks, roughly maneuvering the article down his legs and onto the floor. Next came his boxers, falling to the floor and freeing his fully erect cock to slap against his abdomen. Dipping his head, he mouthed at your neck, groaning as his length rubbed against your inner thigh. Nibbling on the tender tissue of your neck, he breathed in your scent, mumbling words of praise into your skin.

You melted into his touch, tilting your head to give him better access. His lips found your pulse point, your heart beat drumming just for him. Pressing a soft kiss to the spot, he felt your pulse, his heart swelling with gratitude for the ability to call you his.

In a second he flipped positions, rolling over to rest you atop his solid chest. Eyes wide with surprise, you gazed down at him, watching the infatuation shining brightly in his deep brown orbs. Your fingers dug into his shoulders when you felt his fingers dive into your heat, scissoring your entrance to accommodate his length. His leg hooked around yours, pulling your thighs apart, thwarting your involuntary attempt to clamp your legs shut around his hand.

Stroking your cheek lovingly, his teeth found your earlobe, shallowly sinking into the skin.

"You've done so well baby. Can you take more?" His seductive purr left you shivering, a quiet whimper of "yes" falling from your lips. He held you tighter, his gentle dominance reducing you to mush. You were so in love, a total fool for every little piece of him.

Fingers pulling out, he guided the tip of his cock to your entrance, gliding through your slick to lubricate his girthy length. Groaning in unison, you held onto each other tightly, losing yourselves in the pleasure. The angle at which you laid granted you a perfect view of his face, his features scrunched beautifully, mouth hanging open with relief from the painful hardness of his dick. With one last slide through your folds, he inserted the head of his length into your pussy, groaning from the tight squeeze. He waited for you to adjust, the tightness of your walls nearly bringing him to his end already. Pushing in further, his length filled you slowly, splitting your dripping entrance until his hips met yours. Feeling so full, your hands cupped his face, lips pressing to his, squeezing your eyes shut against the sting in your core. Pulling out slowly, he thrusted into you shallowly, your moans muffled by your connected lips.

He rocked his hips into you slowly, taking his time with his thrusts, angling your hips to sheathe himself fully each time. "Fuck. You always take me so well." Praises fell from his lips just how he knew you liked it, his voice coaxing you closer to your high.

Passion saturated the room, the agile glide of his hips maintaining the pace, sending your head spinning when his thick tip brushed your pleasure spot. Eyes fluttering shut, you cried out, fingers threading tightly in his hair. "I love you, I love you." You chanted, weakly rutting your hips to meet his gentle thrusts.

Laying beneath you, Wooyoung watched your face, the way your eyes scrunched tight against the mounting pleasure, your hair disheveled with strands flying out of place, the way you bit your lip with every thrust in an attempt to keep your moans quiet. Perfect. Every single thing about you was absolutely perfect. He loved seeing you on top of him, the best position to cradle you to his chest and coo over your fucked out appearance, which he did every time you were intimate.

Trailing his hands over your body, gratitude overwhelmed him, the fact that you trusted him this much with your heart and body hit him intensely. "Y/n…You're so beautiful"

Opening your eyes, your heart flooded with emotions, eyes stinging with tenderness for the man beneath you. The way he looked up at you, eyes swimming with adoration and pride, broke you down. Your damp eyes overflowed, a tear dripping onto his handsome face.

"Oh baby girl. Don't cry." His eyes shone with emotion, pooling with wetness as well. Tracing your cheekbones with his thumbs, he brushed the tears from your cheeks as fast as they fell, his hips stuttering as his heart jumped. Sniffling, you buried your head in his neck, wrapping your arms around him tighter.

He rubbed your back soothingly, thrusting into you continuously, maintaining his slow pace.

You laid like that for a while, his cock dragging against your walls perfectly as he made love to you passionately. Speeding up his thrusts, he tilted your chin up to look at him and kissed you slowly, his tongue swiping along your bottom lip. Pressing your forehead to his, you kissed him back, bouncing on his dick, clit rubbing against his abdomen as he fucked up into you.

You felt yourself coming undone, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he slammed into you with vigor.

"I..I'm close." You whimpered, scrunching your eyebrows in pleasure.

"C-cum for me baby." Breath shaky, he reached around to rub at your clit, drawing high pitched whimpers from your lips and snapping the knot in your stomach. Releasing with you, he groaned, your spasming walls caressing his leaking cock. Deep within you he shot his load, white streaks of cum painting the canvas of your quivering pussy. Coming down from your highs, you closed your eyes, holding each other close in your post orgasm bliss.

His eyes opened first, wiping the combined sweat from your foreheads. "You did so good for me sweetheart. I love you." His eyes shone with pride, unable to think of loving anyone but you. You smiled at him tiredly, pecking his grinning lips and lacing your fingers with his.

Brushing the flyaway hairs from your face, he looked at you cautiously, stroking your back gently. "Again?"

Your body ached and your hips and pussy would definitely hurt in the morning but you didn't care. Nodding your head, you rested your head on his chest and hissed with him in oversensitivity when he stirred inside you. The pain quickly morphed into pleasure and he sped up, fucking your mixed cum deep into your spent hole. Heart full, you allowed him to lead you to your high once again, emotions peaking with your euphoric release. Although uncertain of how long you'd last, you gave yourself to him over and over, taking as much as he gave. With his fingers caressing every inch of your skin and his heart beating next to yours, you lost yourself in the love and pleasure of the special celebration.

#i love you all #i don't wanna get oldddd #but it has to happen i guess #plus i love wooyoung uwwu #ateez smut #wooyoung #wooyoung smut #smut #ateez imagine #ateez imagines #wooyoung imagine #wooyoung imagines #wooyoung fanfic #ateez fanfic #krys writes

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direnightshade · 3 years

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Adieu

Last night was, for the first time in quite some time, the most tranquil I have felt.

Last night we sat in the soft glow of candlelight, breathing in mixed scents as the last of our candle collection dwindled into nothingness. Last night the two of us cozied up to one another beneath the comfort and warmth of the duvet you so dutifully pulled from the bedroom in an effort to ward off the cold of the mostly empty apartment. Last night Christmas songs crooned quietly in the background whilst we watched the snowflakes swirl about just beyond the single pane of the living room window, blanketing the city in a sheet of white.

This morning the snow had stopped, but the ice and slush still remained.

This morning you arose much earlier than I, got yourself dressed and then, when it was time, you accompanied me on my walk to the station. It was not a far walk by any stretch of the imagination, however, you were insistent that you saw to it that I arrived safely; God forbid something happened to me on our last day in the city, you’d said. You saw me off with a kiss and warm wishes for a productive and lovely final half day at my office. As I’d begun to descend the staircase leading to the subterranean platform, I couldn’t help but turn back to look at you as I made this trip one final time. You smiled at me, and I could still see the nerves that lie just beneath the surface, just as I am certain that my own were equally as visible when I returned the expression before blowing a kiss and disappearing into the depths of the station.

This afternoon had come barreling in with the speeding force of the B Line.

It is typical of my days in the office, be them full or half, to drag on rather slowly, almost at a snail’s pace try as I might to make them fly by. Today, however, saw quite the opposite happen. My coworkers were all too happy to share their congratulations and well wishes. My boss had even gone out of his way to have a cake ordered—in celebration of the big move, he’d said. My replacement, of which I have become increasingly confident this last week, will serve this office well. By the time that the final goodbyes and the last of the waves have been doled out, I’d come to the realization that I have been much more emotional about this farewell than I could have ever anticipated. Up until this very moment, the weight of the journey had not hit me. I will miss this place, I realized.

When I’d returned to the station that leads to our home, I was once again greeted by your smiling face. This, I’ve also realized the moment you reached for me and I slipped my hand into yours, will be yet another thing I will miss. I am painfully aware that there will be no more subway stops, no more anticipatory excitement on the train ride that I will get to see you waiting for me when I ascend the stairs. This will all be gone, nothing more than a memory, but I know deep down past the nerves and the unease of stepping into something new that it will all be replaced with a different kind of excitement. I know that, while we walked hand in hand down the slush-covered sidewalk, you will still be waiting for me with a smile, though it will now be at our new home rather than at a station’s entrance. Things about our life will remain the same, just in a new setting and as a slightly different variation of the familiarity we’ve come to know.

This evening saw us tucking away the last of our belongings that will make this journey across the country with the two of us. Our bags have been zipped and the apartment has had one final walkthrough to ensure that we have not missed a single photo, item of clothing, or god forbid my last, lonely blanket. I retrace steps that have become so familiar to me in the year or so that I have occupied this space.

In the en suite I am hit with the memory of our first night together. The domineering look you’d carried throughout the encounter has melted away, evaporating entirely to make you look years younger as you carefully tend to the wounds that have already begun to blossom across my skin. It is almost jarring the stark contrast of how effortlessly you have flipped this emotional switch, now treating me with such care whilst you gingerly apply aloe to the inside of my wrists where the rope burn has already begun to take root. When you peer down at me as I sit atop the sink, an almost shy smile tugs at the corners of your mouth, and I wonder then if perhaps this is the first time that you have taken care of someone like this. It is certainly my first time to experience such care. I hope that you will allow me more nights such as this...

In the bedroom, a much more recent memory springs to mind. We are tucked beneath the covers, our limbs are tangled and smiles are stretched across our faces as we whisper our affections for one another into the darkened room. It has been a whole six hours since we have wed, or so you have dutifully informed me, as you do every hour, the number ticking higher with each notice. The reminders pull giddy laughter from me, which is undoubtedly your goal as your smile only seems to widen into a grin each and every time. You kiss me then, the laughter dying out in favor of hums of contentment when you roll yourself over to hover over me for what must be the hundredth time this evening, or so I tease you just before you nip at my bottom lip in retaliation.

One by one the memories come flooding to the forefront of my mind with each room that I step into until finally I am left standing at the threshold of the apartment’s entrance with your hand resting atop my shoulder, giving a gentle and reassuring squeeze. This place holds so many ghosts, both good and bad; it is the place where we’d both assured the other, discovering that the other isn’t as heartless as we’d believed ourselves to be, it is the place where we have shared our first kiss, where you have proposed, and where I have revealed Little b’s existence to you.

This is the first space that has ever truly felt like home to me.

I realize, however, that though I will undoubtedly miss this apartment and this city, the house that we have purchased some three thousand odd miles away will feel like home to me as well, because you are there. While it is true that we are leaving behind a space that is marked by many memories, we will cultivate many more in our new home, this time—I hope—with an abundance that will include Henry as well.

Your lips press against my temple and you murmur that it is time for us to go. In a few hours we will be boarding a flight to Los Angeles. We will leave behind the myriad of sins we have both committed in hopes of starting anew for not only ourselves but for Henry and Little b as well. Though I know that our lives will carry on happily, both because we are still sharing it and also because Henry will now be with us more regularly, I cannot help but feel as if this moment is bittersweet. You haven’t said a word about how you feel just yet; your mind has been far too occupied with carrying the burden of orchestrating the entirety of this move on your shoulders, leaving my own free of the weight of such stresses. I know that, in time, you will. But right now, as you close and lock the apartment door one final time, I know that you feel it too.

#iamakiller #B+C #B+C+b #personal au #cw: pregnancy

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kannra21 · 4 years

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Another DaiSuzu one shot 💗

Because @innovativestruggles made a great analysis of Daisuke's trauma and @narcopharmacist pointed out that Suzue is the first and the last person he sees every day, I decided to combine the two thoughts into a mini fic so I hope you enjoy! 😊💞

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Daisuke wasn't the type who paid too much attention to other people's words because his opinion was the only thing that truly mattered. He always kept his strong composure and serious expression of his, but this didn't mean that he wasn't bothered by certain things. Like Kato said, he's just a human after all, although he didn't like to show his weakness to others. It made him feel vulnerable and he hated it. He hated seeing people taking pity on him when he's so strong and so mighty. In the possession of so much money and so much power in this world which he used for good and yet, certain individuals decided to label him as fragile just because he was human and refused to let go of his past. That's why he was denying himself for so long and took pleasure in showing off his wealth, it made him confident again.

He wasn't expecting grandma to be this critical of him when he invited Kato to their residence, she should've at least been grateful for the moon cake he bought from Hong Kong (okay it was Suzue who brought it but it's a shared gift so it's alright). It's true, sometimes he could be straightforward and insensitive, but that was only because he liked having things his way- the money way, and he was more efficient than any other police officer, well, sort of. He couldn't deny that he had his own motives when it came to particular cases, he didn't even consider himself a civil servant in the first place. He became a detective for the sole purpose of finding out the truth about his mother's death 19 years ago. Haru, on the other hand, was a hero and a senior in life. As admirable as he was, the bastard had the nerve to order him around. It was annoying, to say the least. "He's grown up to be somewhat selfish.", "Make sure to refrain from any actions that would trouble your coworkers."

He's tired of their belittling. Maybe he didn't know much about the world outside of his royal (comfort) zone or the fact that he didn't know how to perform basic life tasks as proven at Kato's place. Maybe he's a no one without HEUSC... or Suzue for that matter, but he's trying.

But as much as he's trying he gets mistreated in return like being accused for Imura's or even his mother's death, which was hurtful.

"You believe that everything can be solved with money, and don't care about other people's feelings." Serves him right, he can't really argue with Kato's description of himself.

Having no other choice, he went to sleep that night with all kinds of thoughts plaguing his mind and as much as he tried, he couldn't bring himself to do it and it was despairing. It's not like he didn't have similar problems before, how else would he get dark circles under his eyes if it wasn't for his lack of sleep?

He noticed a dim light coming from the other side of the room and saw Suzue entering quietly, holding a glass of water in her hand and putting it gently on his nightstand not to wake him up. Right, he forgot about it after he finished with his desk work. His mind was probably so hazed with all the negativity from today's day that Suzue's presence instantly calmed him, even if it's just for a little bit, and he couldn't exactly put a finger on why he was feeling this way.

She wore cute pajamas with cat imprints on it and she also had a soft expression on her face. He could also sense a faint fragrance of her shampoo, meaning that she recently took a shower before going to bed. As she was turning around to take her leave, he felt lonely again and didn't want to be left behind with his thoughts. Therefore he decided to do something about it-

"Suzue."

She jumped a little because she didn't expect him to be awake. "Sorry if I woke you up, I won't bother you anymore."

"No, it's okay actually. Would you mind staying here for tonight, that is, if you're okay with it?"

"Is something wrong?"

"I don't want to bother you with my problems but I'd very much appreciate if you joined me."

"... Alright."

She carefully moved the sheets and lay down on the edge of the bed, adjusting herself on the soft mattress.

Daisuke smiled a little, she was really adorable when she acted like this.

"It's okay for you to lie closer, I won't bite." "Are you sure?" "I don't mind. Besides, it must be uncomfortable lying on the edge like this."

This time Suzue shifted closer, laid her head on his extended hand and he pulled the covers over them. She never felt this close to him except for the time when they were hiding from HEUSC, this situation was now less uncomfortable and less stressful. She felt her heart beating so hard but in a positive way and she noticed him leaning his head on hers. Suzue was now so red in the face, the warmth of the sheets, her body pinned close to his and his cologne couldn't give her any peace of mind but his calm breathing soothed her and she tried to relax. Daisuke started off slowly-

"Like I said, I'm not going to bother you with any problems of mine but... I was thinking about everything that happened in the past couple of years and realized that you're the only person I've ever known who understands me and who's not judging me for my ways. Moreover, you're always trying to help me and support me in anything I'm doing and you're never complaining when I go too far. Why are you being so kind towards me? Is it because you have to tolerate me?"

Forget it, Suzue won't be able to calm down anytime soon. Now her heart was beating so hard again and the flush of her cheeks refused to leave her face. She carefully thought out her next words before responding-

"I never cared so much about any other person as I cared about you. You were always important to me and things like this never changed. I took care of you because I wanted to, not because someone told me to. It came pretty natural to me because... I enjoyed being by your side and working with you. It was always a real delight for me to see your content smile whenever I constructed something or made you small gadgets because I knew how happy it made you feel and-"

"Suzue." "Yes?" "Thank you. For everything."

Suzue's face was now whistling like a tea kettle and the poor girl was so confused and flustered.

"W-why are you thanking me?" "Because I feel like I haven't treated you right and you deserve so much more than this." "That's not-" "Yes it's true, please allow me to make up for everything I've missed out on but could have done a long time ago."

Daisuke leaned cautiously and kept his lips inches away from hers as if he was asking for permission and Suzue was so touched by the small but sweet gesture that she teared up a little and kissed him with so much emotion that he couldn't help himself but to return with the same intensity. They were kissing the night away and although Daisuke had lots of things to catch up on, he was glad that Suzue didn't gave up on him and that she was so enormously patient with him.

Suzue was the only person he could show his vulnerabilities to and she was the only person who could bring his walls down.

@daisuzuship @unholysoggytea @riaymei @ieatcrumbs @cow-goes-oof @matchabucks @bluegleeful @levi-is-heicho @kakooshi @kokorokai @darknessrxse @fluffyyagiza @geniusmeemee @sungmnnnn @koalarin @alstroemerie @petiamaximoff38 @hellohellokookie @marialenikiforov

#fugou keiji balance unlimited #millionaire detective balance unlimited #fkbu #millionaire detective #daisuke kambe #suzue kambe #daisuzu #daisuke x suzue

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joe-mazzello-archive · 4 years

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Like A River Runs

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: ANGST CITY, POPULATION THIS FIC. discussions of death.

A/N: here’s something no one asked for. i’m sorry.

Joe cracked the door to your daughter’s bedroom, peeking inside to find Frankie still asleep on her stomach wrapped in her baby blue sheets. He snuck into her room, quietly taking a seat on the bed before running his hand up her back.

“Hey sleepyhead, time to get up,” he mumbled softly, not wanting to startle the little one. She stirred with a groan, before rolling over onto her back, rubbing at her eyes impatiently.

“Morning, daddy,” she whispered, voice still thick with sleep.

“Morning, short stuff,” he replied. “Do you know what today is?” The sleepy toddler shook her head. “It’s your momma’s birthday.”

Frankie perked up at Joe’s words. “Are we gonna go visit momma?” Joe chuckled at your daughter’s sudden alertness.

“As soon as you get yourself dressed, we’ll go see her!”

Frankie practically launched herself out of bed, scrambling to her dresser, earning a laugh from Joe who quickly got up to assist the four year old.

It had been a tradition since Frankie was born that the two of them visited you at work on your birthday. Frankie had only been a few months old when Joe showed up to your office with balloons and a cake, Frankie strapped to his chest giggling at all of the attention your coworkers gave her.

This year was no exception.

Once Frankie’s shoes were tied and her coat buttoned up, he got her strapped into her car seat and the two were off. The first stop was to the florist as Joe now knew you preferred flowers to balloons. Joe enlisted Frankie to help pick out ones she thought you would like the most, and once she was satisfied, Joe paid for the bouquet and set off to see you.

The parking lot was trickled with a few cars, the park apparently not particularly crowded on this late Tuesday morning. Joe helped Frankie out of her carseat before collecting your bouquet from the front seat. He held your daughter’s hand tightly as the two of them made their way to you.

They stopped at the stone that bore your name, both quiet for a moment.

“Happy birthday, momma,” Frankie said softly, breaking the silence. “We brought you flowers! I helped pick them out!” Joe felt the first tear fall, his heart clenching at how strong your daughter was despite being so young. He knew she got that from you.

Joe knelt down and placed the flowers on the patch of grass in front of your grave. He pulled Frankie tight to him, trembling as he tried to hold it together.

“Hey short stuff, why don’t you tell momma about the project you did in school last week?” Joe suggested, his voice shaking. Frankie launched into a detailed story about how she learned how to make slime in science class, all the while Joe tried like hell to not lose it.

It was another first. He’d already been through his first anniversary without you. Frankie’s first birthday without you. The first Christmas without you.

And how here he was, celebrating one of his favorite days of the year without you.

Frankie had long finished her story, turning to Joe to see his soft cries turning into quiet sobs. Without a word, she wrapped her arms around her father’s neck, and finally cried too. The pair held each other close as they worked through their grief together.

After a few minutes, Joe pulled away to wipe some of Frankie’s tears from her reddened cheeks.

“Hey baby, can I have some Mommy-Daddy time? Like last time?” The little one nodded, letting out a sniffle. “And then you can have some Mommy-Frankie time, okay?” She nodded again in understanding. Joe placed a kiss on her forehead before watching her turn and head over to the large oak tree, taking a seat on the bench beneath it.

Joe stood up and turned to you, his vision blurry from tears, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“Hello, my love,” he began, pausing for a moment to collect himself. “I wanted to make sure we kept your birthday tradition alive. We’re also gonna have your favorite for dinner, and then I picked up a red velvet cake for dessert.” Joe’s voice began to shake again as more tears threatened to fall.

“I miss you so much, baby,” he said, shaking his head. “But I see so much of you in Frankie. She has your spunk, your big heart, even your eye for color.” He managed a smile as he spoke fondly of your daughter.

“But more than anything, she is so strong. She’s been my rock. She’s kept me going these past few months.” He paused again, pushing through the pain to get his words out. “And I promise you...I am going to do whatever I can to make sure that every part of Frankie that reminds me of you…I’m going to help it grow. I’m going to make sure that this...wonderful child that we brought into this world, has the best life she possibly can. That’s my promise to you, baby.” Joe’s gaze shifted to the four year old who was patiently waiting on the bench, playing with the zipper of her coat.

“And I am going to tell her stories about you. About how we met and fell in love. About the things you used to do to make me laugh. And I’m gonna make sure she knows how much you loved her. How much I know you still love her. I promise--” Joe’s voice trailed off as he began to cry. He fell to his knees as his hands covered his face.

He felt a soft hand on his shoulder and he sighed into the touch, admiring how smart and observant your daughter was at her young age, knowing to rush to his side as he cried. But when he pulled his hands away from his face, Joe saw across the way Frankie still sat calmly on the wood bench. Joe’s head snapped towards the source of the touch, but he found nothing but the air around him, the sensation gone.

Joe’s brow furrowed. He could have sworn he had felt someone rest their hand on his shoulder. He turned back to you, wiping at his cheeks and trying to calm his breathing.

“I’m gonna let you have a moment alone with Frankie. But just remember that I love you, I will always love you, and you’ll be in my heart forever.”

Joe got to his feet, reaching down to dust off the dirt that had collected on his jeans. He waved over Frankie, who leaped off the bench and scampered over to him, instantly clinging to his thigh.

“Are you okay, daddy?” she asked timidly. Joe ran his fingers through his daughter’s hair and sighed.

“Not right now, but I will be,” he explained. “It’s okay to be not okay sometimes, you know.” Frankie pursed her lips as she absorbed her father’s words. After a moment she looked up at Joe.

“Can I talk to mommy by myself now? I have to tell her a secret,” Frankie announced. Joe smiled at the young one before leaning down to give her another peck on the forehead.

“I’ll be right over there if you need me,” Joe answered, gesturing towards the bench.

Joe settled on the old wooden bench, and he watched as Frankie plopped down cross-legged in the grass, her hands flailing as she dramatically told you a story, a trait she definitely inherited from Joe. He couldn’t help but smile as he watched her, feeling nothing but pride for the little girl she was growing into.

After a few more minutes, Frankie pulled herself onto the bench, crawling into Joe’s lap.

“You ready to head home, short stuff?” he asked, wrapping his arms around the small girl. She silently nodded, and Joe squeezed her tightly before scooping her up and carrying her to the car.

After getting Frankie settled into her seat, Joe let himself glance back at you one more time. One last tear streaked down his face as he climbed into the car and pulled out of the parking lot.

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #joe mazzello x you #joe mazzello fic #joe mazzello angst #joemazzmatazz

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thatjustmakesyouabetacuck · 3 years

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Vignettes from The Department of Emergency Services

Jordan’s shoulders slumped when he heard a knock on the door. A familiar voice asked, “Hey, this is the proctologist’s office, right?”

“Fuck off.”

“Oh, thank Christ. I was starting to wonder what a guy had to do, to who, to get a finger up his ass around here.” Ben LaVoie strode into the room, lab coat slung over his shoulder, and leaned against the edge of the desk with his hands in his pockets. He took the room in, cramped and cluttered with papers and binders though it was, and whistled. “Look at you with your big important office. I see you and Desai have the same flair for interior decorating, eh?”

He grabbed a box of surgical gloves off a nearby shelf and nudged Jordan with it.

Jordan shrugged him off and ran a hand over his face. He groused, “I’ve had the job a day and I’m already fucking sick of the paperwork. You know chief residents set the schedules? I’ve had second years popping in all night, bugging me about some ‘can I get the weekend off’ shit.”

“Oof.”

“If I’m giving anybody the weekend off, it’s gonna be me. I’ll need it more than they will. People are already calling in favours, ‘Oh, remember six months back when I covered for you on-’”

“Disgusting,” Ben glanced down at the sheet Jordan had in front of him. “Exploiting generosity and personal connection for the sake of base, selfish… What the fuck? You’ve got me doing a thirty-six next week?”

“Johnson needed friday off. I needed somebody trustworthy covering for him, and you’re slightly less of a moron than the rest of our peers, so you’re it.”

“Fuck Johnson. I’m a newlywed. I wanna go home and hang out with my wife.”

“He’s going to his uncle’s funeral.”

Ben rolled his eyes skyward. He grumbled, “Oh fine. Fuck, osti de cris de tabarnak, certains putains de gens ont une excuse pour– Fine. Okay. I’ll work the overnight.”

Jordan clucked his tongue patronizingly. “Aw, aren’t you just an angel? If they don’t drown me in requests, I’ll get on nominating you for that Nobel Peace Prize.”

“...I liked you better before you were my boss.”

***

“What’d you do to my car?”

That had been the story of Rocky Kolar’s afternoon - Officer Castle had been circling around the Ford Vic, questioning him on every chip in the paint and dent on the bumper. His specialty was fixing emergency vehicles, and that vocation took him all around the city and introduced him to all different sorts. And of those sorts, Castle was amongst his least favorite.

“I did exactly what I’m paid to do: I fixed it.”

It seemed like Castle fucked up his squad car some way or other every other month, and Rocky always ended up being the one to fix it. And then every time he did, Castle insisted on inspecting every inch of it, and critiquing the ways in which Rocky had fallen short of the standard of service that was expected.

But the fact was, Rocky hadn’t been paid to repaint it, or buff out dents. The brakes needed work, so he’d worked on the brakes. The stain was the first thing he’d found that hadn’t been there when he’d dropped it off.

“You messed with it some way. I can just feel it.” Castle shouldered past him. “Pop the hood again.”

Rocky obliged him. Castle stuck his head inside, grumbling to himself as he looked around. It took another couple minutes before he found his next objection; “And what do you call this?”

Rocky circled around him. “What do I call what?”

Castle whacked at a metal circle behind the grill with the wrench he’d picked up. “This fucking thing.”

“...What do you think it is?”

Castle straightened up and looked directly at him. “I think you’re just the kind of crazy redneck fuck that would try and kill a cop for bragging rights.”

Rocky didn’t budge. “That a formal accusation, officer?”

Castle braced his hands against the sides of the car. “Not if you tell me what this thing is.”

“Show me again.”

Rocky waited for Castle to lean back in, then reached through the driver’s side window and slapped down on the car horn. It blared out loud enough that Castle jumped, and hit his head on the hood.

“Satisfied?”

“GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING COCKSUCKING SON OF A B-!”

Castle was hopping around the room, his hands over his ears, cursing at the top of his lungs. “YOU’RE A FUCKING DEAD MAN WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU MOTHERFUCKING HICK PIECE OF SHIT!”

Rocky didn’t even flinch. He just stood and watched the officer kick over an empty can, his arms folded over his chest, trying to fight off a shit-eating grin. “You asked what it did.”

***

Thwack.

Thump.

Thwack.

Thump.

Thwack.

Thump.

For Ruy Narvaez, the novelty of sliding down a pole in his underpants to go use the bathroom when he was doing overnights at the firehouse hadn’t quite worn off yet. He’d been there for over a year now, but he still always got a kick out of it.

Thwack.

Thump.

Thwack.

Thump.

He’d went to go take a piss, then he’d made himself a sandwich in the kitchenette. From there, he could see a small group gathered around the pool table while Rafe and Eric viciously rallied the ball back and forth.

Thwack.

Thump.

Thwack.

Thump.

Ruy wrapped up his sandwich, came closer, and vaulted over the back of the couch. He landed next to Lieutenant Brennan and settled in. “How long have they been playing for, boss?”

Thwack.

Thump.

Thwack.

“Rally’s been going for seven minutes straight.” Brennan grabbed for half of the sandwich, but Ruy twisted away. “I bet AJ it’d go the full ten.”

Ruy snorted, his mouth full of sandwich. “Nuwer.”

“What?”

Ruy swallowed. “No way. Somebody’s arm’s gonna get tired.”

“You looking to get in on the action, probie?”

“Okay. Five bucks on nine minutes.”

Thump.

Thwack.

Thump.

“Five bucks? C’mon now. Go big or go home.”

“Five’s big enough.”

Thwack.

Thump.

“What about you, Secord? You got some thoughts?”

Thwack.

Thump.

Josh was sitting upside down in an armchair. Legs dangling over the back and his hands on his stomach. He shook his head. “I’m set.”

Thwack.

Thump.

“What about you, cap?”

Theo was leaning against a column, thumbing through a magazine. “Fuck it. Twenty bucks on eight minu-”

Ross glanced down at his phone. “We’re at eight.”

“...I mean, twenty bucks on nine and a half minutes.”

“I heard eight.”

“You heard wrong, lieutenant. Nine and a half.”

Suddenly, with a flourish, Rafe smashed the ball with his paddle and sent it driving into the corner of the table. Eric’s paddle skimmed just over it, and the ball bounced harmlessly against the floor. Eric threw it down in disgust, and Rafe raised his hands in the air. “I AM THE FUCKING PING-PONG GOD!”

Ross groaned. “Come on! I believed in you guys.”

“Fuck you,” Eric laughed. “Lucky shot.”

“The ping-pong God makes his own luck.”

“The ping-pong God’s about to get a fucking paddle upside the head.”

Rafe whirled around to face his assembled coworkers. “Who said ten minutes?” His hands were on his hips. “Show of hands, who thought it’d even take me ten minutes to put this sorry motherfucker away?”

Eric protested, “Hey, you gonna keep talking or we gonna finish our set?”

“Who won? Because by my count, they just won like fifty bucks.” Rafe rubbed his hands together gleefully. “Way I’m feeling, I might get that bill laminated, so they can frame it and pray to it when they think they can’t beat the odds.”

Eric slapped his hands down on the table, “Are we finishing the game?”

“I’m hard as fuck right now,” Rafe laughed. “I can’t even focus. I’m feeling myself too much right now. I’m gonna go grab a slice of cake and celebrate.” He stepped up onto the couch, reached down, and snatched away the half of Ruy’s sandwich that he’d already taken a bite out of.

“Hey!”

Rafe hopped over the back, and waved the sandwich in the air. “Fuck you, probie! To the victor goes the spoils!”

Ruy jumped up. “Give me back my sandwich!”

“Ifishyursammich,” Rafe managed, around a big bite of it. “Whymiedinit?”

Ruy stalked after him, as the others laughed. “Dude, this isn’t funny! Give me back my sandwich!”

#emergency services au #brotp: ben x jordan #c: rafael guerrero #c: eric bell #c: rocky kolar #c: ruy narvaez

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brianc521 · 4 years

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‘The’ Ring | CEO Peter

To say Peter is a mess would be an understatement. Watching you walk away from him three nights ago was the hardest thing he’s ever witnessed. But he’s ready now. He’s ready to fight now. He’s ready to fight for you.

You have this notion in your head that all he wants from you is sex. While that was the case in the beginning of your relationship, it is not the case now. He has fallen in love with you, and it’s a scary thing. He’s never felt such emotions over a person before. He’s always been so invested in his work, and anything to do with science. After getting to know you, after falling in love with you, it’s a completely different story.

He can not wait to get done with the work day and find you in his home. He can’t wait to take you out on the town on a Friday night. He can’t wait to wake up to you on rainy Sunday mornings and make you breakfast in bed. Do the kinky nights, and mind blowing orgasms still top the cake of his favorite thing to do with you? Yes of course, but lately he feels like he might enjoy them more if he shares them with you as his wife.

That’s how he finds himself at your door, hands shaking with nerves as he works up the courage to knock.

“Can I help you Peter?” Your brother Ashton says as he eerily steps up to your door in the apartment hallway, hand linked with your 2 year old nephew.

He’s startled to say the least, not having enough courage to face you, now feeling the need to face your brother as well. He’s sure that you told him everything, well almost everything.

“Is she home?” He asks, voice rough from the amount of crying he’s done.

“Yes, but I’m not sure she’ll want to see you.”

That hurt, a lot, it was a major punch to the gut. He understands where your brother is coming from. If someone ever hurt Aaliyah the way he’s hurt you he’d skin the boy alive. Even this realization makes him want to rip his skin off.

“That’s okay, can you just let her know I’m here, and that I need to talk to her.”

“Gonna keep hurting her?” Ashton picks his son up, giving Peter a harsh glare.

“Hi Peter.” Andy, your nephew gives a shy wave.

“Hey Buddy.” Peter waves back.

“Are you here to make Auntie happy?”

Peter looks down, screwing his mouth up, hoping to will the bile rising up his throat back. He can’t stand the thought of you upset and in tears, especially since he’s the one who made you that upset.

“She’s been crying a lot, I keep trying to give her hugs because I know they always make her feel better, but maybe a hug from you would help.” Andy shrugs, leaning his head on his Dad’s shoulder.

“If she’ll let me. I’m gonna try Buddy.”

“Let me go talk to h-” Ashton starts, head whipping over when your door swings open, revealing you in grey sweats and one of Peter’s old t shirts.

“Do I hear my-” You stop mid sentence, every word dying on your tongue at the sight of 3 of 4 most important men in your life on your doorstep. “Peter?” You look at him, eyes going wide, bottom lip quivering a bit.

“I can leave if you don’t want to talk to me. I just, I need to tell you some things that might make everything better.”

“Come on in Ash,” You wave your brother through. “Colors are set up on the coffee table booger butt.” You ruffle Andy’s hair as they pass you.

Peter smiles at your interaction, heart clenching at the thought of getting to see that everyday when you become the mother of his children.

“I really only want to hear one thing from you Peter, and those words will never pass your lips, so I think it would be best if we didn’t do thi-”

“I want to marry you.” He blurts, not ever wanting to hear the words you were about to say. He always wanted to do this, he always wanted to fight for you.

“Excuse me?” You look up at him appalled.

“I have not a clue where you got the impression that I didn’t want a future with you.” He shook his head, curls wildly flopping. “But I do. I want it with you. I want everything. ‘First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in a baby carriage’ Kitten I want it all.”

You stare at him, jaw dropped at his words.

“Let me make this better, because I’m rotting away without you. It’s been three days I think? Feels like it’s been a lifetime. To come home and not see you there, to make dinner but throw a whole plate away, to go to bed freezing because the sheets are cold. Y/n I want you.”

“Why didn’t you ever say so? You say that rhyme like I even knew we were in love.”

His whole body shudders, you can physically see it. His shoulders drop, eyes drooping.

“Are you not in love with me?” He grimly whispers.

“Of course I’m in love with you Peter.” You quickly shut the door to your apartment so your nosy brother can’t eavesdrop anymore. “I’ve been in love with you since the night you took me home and held me because I was upset.”

He smiles a little. “You’d had a bad day at work, a coworker was rude and made your day a living hell. You called me on your lunch break to vent and ended up almost in tears because your emotions were running wild. I wanted you to let go of the day by playing,” he wiggles his eyebrows. “But I knew you just needed comfort and to know I was there.”

“I fell in love with you that night.” You shrug. “Been in love with you sense.”

“Kitty,” He hums, taking your hands. “I’ve been in love with you since you first sent roses to my office.”

You gasp, pulling back to truly search his face. “Peter that was like the third week we’d known each other.”

“I know. I had just gotten back from a shitty business trip, the deal didn’t go through and I was trying to push you away because I was so upset.”

“But I wouldn’t let you, I wanted you to open up to me. Let me in and allow yourself to lean on me.” You smile at the thought.

“You sent me white roses with a card that read ‘I’m not going anywhere Mendes, see you tonight.’ I broke down in tears at my desk, because no one has ever tried so hard to keep me in their life. It showed me you truly cared for me, and I couldn’t not see you in my life from that point on.”

“I’m not going anywhere Mendes.” You smile at him, reaching up to cup his face, wiping at the few tears that had dropped from his red ringed eyes.

“Promise?” His broken voice bubbles out.

“Oh Peter.” You pull him into you, holding him close, willing him to believe that you’re with him.

“Don’t give up on me yet, I’ve got big big plans for us Kitten.”

“What kinds of plans?”

“Which ones would you like to hear about?” He asks pulling back to look into your eyes. “I can’t promise to tell you them all, a man like to surprise his girl every now and then.” He grins.

“Maybe your serious ones?” You inquire. “Ones much deeper than what piece of furniture you’ll be bending me over.”

He smirks, leaning forward to nuzzle into your neck. “Oh Kitten, I have many plans about being deep inside you while you’re bent over every piece of furniture in our home, preferably in nothing but my diamond on your finger.”

“Start with the diamond, from there move onto the home, and then we can talk about how deep you’ll be.” You raise an eyebrow at you.

“The diamond.” He nods, clearing his throat and digging deep into his jacket pocket. “How’s this one?” He pulls a black velvet box from his pocket, opening it to show of a gorgeous diamond. It was huge, the band holding it in place was littered with smaller diamonds. It was beautiful, magnificent.

“Peter!” You gasp, bringing your right hand up to cover your mouth. “No it’s to much.”

“You won’t let me get you diamonds, or pearls, or the emerald stones I think you’d look lovely in. This, this will do for every other stone I’ll ever want you to wear. This, to me, is a token of my love, and my gesture to you that you’re everything. I’m proud to have you as my wife, much the same I hope you’ll be proud to have me as your husband, and proud to show off this ring.”

“Peter,” You sigh, looking up at him.

“A Queen deserves her crown,” He grins, referencing an old joke a coworker made about him being the King of the business, effectively making you his Queen. “But no one says she must wear that crown upon her head.”

“You are too much for me.” You giggle, playfully hitting his chest. “One second I can’t get you to talk enough, the next you're melting me completely with your words.”

“Good, now let me melt you for the rest of our lives. Be my wife, marry me?”

#shawn mendes #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes smut #shawn mendes angst #shawnmendes #shawnmendes fluff #shawnmendes imagine #shawnmendes blurb #shawnmendes smut #shawnmendes angst #peter mendes #peter mendes imagine #petermendes #petermendes imagine #ceo peter #ceopeter

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