#he might have at least turned out maybe slightly more well adjusted

[teratocore]

It’s fucked up the way Homelander really sees the Seven, at least the original seven, as his family. He’s obviously controlling about it —likely as a result of having no other avenues of control on his personal life and no basis for healthy relationships because of his upbringing— and so he’s maladapted and thinks that by cutting off them any way of leaving him without his consent he has a kind of certainty that they will be a constant for him no matter how he actually treats them or even actually feels about them. (See: his seeming disdain for Deep compared to the more analogous familial roles he gives to the other members. Like to him Deep is like the family dog.) This man is actually so clearly desperate for human connection but cannot help himself but to not only hold the bird in its proverbial cage, but to squeeze it in his fist because he cannot conceive of any other way to actually be close to other people.

#personal #Homelander #the boys #he’s actually really fascinating #the fact that he is so stunted emotionally is often played semi jokingly #like his he was jealous of Stilwells baby #but it’s also so tragic #if they had given him any kind of actual surrogate family #he might have at least turned out maybe slightly more well adjusted #though not by much given the majority of the other supes

[bluexiao]

#monsieur neuvillette’s relationship headcanons

NOTES. finally a work after months. i missed this, tbh. but hey, here’s my new husband for you. might also have a part 2 of this i feel like i haven’t written everything yet

WARNING. real identity spoilers (nothing too explicit from the current archon quest i haven’t even done it yet oops)

NEUVILLETTE

(Before)

Before the relationship began, it took a long while for him to truly process what he had been feeling towards you—to be frank, he even thought he was getting sick (which was impossible. He never got sick.), though that thought comes to an end the moment he realizes that the effects only happen when he is around you. Only you.

He had heard of love before. Had seen love. Had read about love. Not just the platonic or familial ones, but also romance and more. And yet, he does not understand them, simply because he considers them as something someone like him would not eventually feel.

And yet, it all changed when he first saw you. Curiosity turns to admiration, and admiration turns to anxiety—which is never good; the sweating on his hands and the back of his neck, and the pressure on his chest whenever your presence comes.

He was only reminded of the term romance when he consulted Sigewinne about it.

“Does it only happen around a certain person, Monsieur?” “Monsieur, I think you are simply in love,” she says. “Humans do tend to have the same symptoms but it does not necessarily mean you are sick. It appears to me that you feel the same as well. Does their presence give you happiness?”

He did not even need to ponder over his answer. What he does ponder over is how he should deal with it. The evidence is overwhelming, and there is only one verdict. And yet, where does this lead to?

Contrary to popular belief, he will confess as soon as he is sure of his feelings. He is an honest and honorable man. He would confess his feelings if he could, but it did take some time knowing how busy his schedule was.

The only thing that probably was able to push him to go through was the Melusines. It took them weeks to have him clear his schedule up for a nice little dinner date that they had planned and suggested to the Monsieur.

“Recently, I have come to realize that I have developed a romantic interest with you, Y/n.”

“I do not intend to put pressure on you. I shall accept whatever judgment you make. I do not wish for you to change how you treat me in any way.”

“If you may… I can only ask to indulge in this meal with you for tonight. Your company eases me greatly.”

Brutally honest. It may even drive you crazy how this all seems so easy on him.

But in reality, his palms were sweating underneath his gloves and the slightly cool sensation of the utensils as he blurts out his intentions for setting up such an occasion. His heart was pounding but he could not process whether this was about how you looked especially good tonight or his nervousness with finally confessing his feelings for you.

Or maybe both. Either way, all evidence of such leads to only one thing—you.

Bonus; I do think he’ll reveal who he is first before he gets into a relationship with you but that really depends on how observant you are.

(During)

It was a surprise to him, at the very least, how he had managed to keep you as his lover despite what he lacks. He knew how he was not well-versed with “feelings” per se (just in his mind), but you, the angel that you’ve always been, chose to be with him.

The sudden change did not occur to him much, actually. But he did notice how much his mind lingers to you more often than not, and how he will end up recalling how you are now his one and only lover.

It takes time for him to adjust, but it all started with frequent conversations (much more than before), then sending flowers to your place every other day (constantly), though most of the time they’re delivered by someone else, knowing how busy he is as the Chief Justice.

Or when he started to first brush his gloved fingers to yours.

When he does something, it will be constant. (Maybe this also comes from being responsible and disciplined as shown by being the Chief Justice). All the things that he did before, he still does them now—unless you’ve told him no, of course.

He is definitely a man of his honor!!

And would always ask for your permission first before he touches your hand, or holds them, or hugs you, or kisses you.

He does like pampering and showering you with “offerings” though.

Stuff like buying your favorite flowers or trinkets once or twice a week, making sure you have enough supply of the best water out there. And even with how he always has an umbrella or parasol for you (ones he got ever since you got together; one in his office, one that’s foldable for him to carry under his coat, and one he gave to you for every time you leave the house.

Through the course of the relationship, he learned about the beauty of life, which is how he sometimes brings you flowers despite its short life. However, he still secretly prefers giving you trinkets for your hoard of gifts from him, mostly because it symbolizes his everlasting love for you. (He’s very romantic like that, even if he does not know he is)

He will also introduce every single Melusine in Fontaine. At first, it may surprise you how he knows all of their names, but it will surprise you even more the moment you realize you could do the same. If you do, he’ll love you even more (which he thought was impossible at first as he knew he already loves you very much).

The Melusines will treat you as their other parent the moment it is known amongst all of them that you’re his lover. Sigewinne, for one, would always give you a personalized gift. She would also always send you letters to ask how you are and probably be quite excited whenever you accept an invitation for a cup of tea.

Monsieur Neuvillete is not jealous, but he is possessive and territorial. It’s a dragon instinct, forgive him.

It also comes with being protective. Though he’s not feral, he would make sure to always shield you away from any harm, or anything that might take you away.

One time, he had to deal with a bunch of… shameless individuals who had tried to make a move on you, and though he has great trust on you, he cannot help but have the same self-deprecating voices in the back of his mind.

Though instinctively, he finds himself buying you trinkets or flowers again.

“Hm? You just gave me one earlier, didn’t you?” You look up with a confused look but still hold that smile that stirs butterflies in his chest.

He nodded. “The flowers reminded me of you, mon amour. I could not help but feel the urge to give it to you.”

It does not stop him from giving you offerings.

Of course, he cannot just give up on you. The ruling of whoever deserves your love and affection the most. Of course, he is at an advantage knowing that he’s already your lover.

“Is there something wrong?” You looked up to him, hearing the pitter patter of the rain outside through the taps on the windows. You had your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them with your palms.

“It’s nothing, mon cœur, no need to worry.” He flashes you a reassuring smile, and yet, at the back of his mind, he wondered how you could have thought to check on him. Is it perhaps the gloominess in the atmosphere?

You frown as you look at him intently, “There are times when you’d shower me gifts with a saddened look on you. I’m worried, is all.”

He stares at you then. Ah, so you noticed, he thought.

He chuckles as he shakes his head and stands right next to you. “May I?” He opens his arms and you nod and dive right into his chest. He enclosed you into an embrace, relishing the feeling of your warmth.

He kisses your forehead then. “Allow me to bask in your presence for a while.”

For short, one of the best. Definitely a 100/10.

#genshin x reader #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x you #genshin x you #genshin neuvillette #genshin headcanons #genshin fluff

[yesimwriting]

okay but after the whole lucy gray thing we know coryo was done with “love” and everything BUT what if during the following year of thg he ends up falling in love with another tribute also from district 12 and he’s just going through it bad (again) however he somehow ends up actually getting the girl in the end, maybe even buying her way into the capitol

A/n I've been thinking about a very specific part of this since i first read it but i told myself no more fic writing until i finished at least one of my essays for finals seasons 😭

also ik in the book (and it's implied in the movie) that after the events of the book he lives with the plinths, but let's pretend he lives on his own with access to the plinth fortune for privacy

ik that makes it sound like it's smutty, but it's not lol

----

Proximity aggravates distance. The closer you are to something, the more damage any remaining space causes.

The few feet dividing the two of you have no right to jab at something inside of him the way it does. It's bad enough that instead of going to bed after a long night of fulfilling his apprenticeship duties under Volumnia's watchful eye, he stopped by your apartment. Only one floor away from his.

For months, the only thing holding the two of you together had been memories of those few nights before the Games.

Coriolanus's attempt to remain indifferent towards you had quickly failed, and his backup plan of learning to loathe you had proven to be just as useless. So he settled on letting you unabashedly take his hand whenever fear overwhelmed you and committing the way your kind eyes watched him to memory.

You're looking around the room--his room--openly, eyes darting from the mahogany surface of his desk to the details elegantly carved into his bed frame.

His fingertips itch with the uncertain desire to reach for you. You've only been in the Capitol for about a day and a half. Less than 48 hours. But the move, the beginning of a program for certain, qualifying victors and their families, had been planned for months.

You shouldn't feel like a phantom that'll vanish if he lets go for too long. "What are you thinking about?"

The question grounds you the same way it did last time he asked. You do your best to hide it, but you're still adjusting, still surprised that he managed to find a way to bring you together again. Just like he promised. Your doubt isn't personal, a fact he has to remind himself of.

"I'm just..." You tilt your head slightly, gaze retreating from the royal blue wallpaper and silver trim of his bedroom walls, "Analyzing."

The comment is followed by an easygoing smile that pinches at something in his chest. His new apartment, the penthouse of one of the largest buildings in the city, another gift from the ever flowing well that is the Plinth fortune, still reeks of former poverty. The few things that hint at the personal are hidden behind layers of desperate wealth so thick the items might as well be standard.

A lifetime spent in 12 means that there's no way you can read between the lines. He can't decide if your perspective will make this room look worse or better. It's a nice bedroom, definitely grander than any bedroom you've stood in before...but it's understated. Maybe even disappointing to someone like you.

"Analyzing?"

You turn fully, "A bedroom says a lot about a person."

"You might get more out of analyzing my study," an oddly school boy worthy partial truth slips out before he can stop himself, "I think I've been spending more time there than here recently."

You shake your head once, eyes landing on the crimson red vase filed with crisp white roses his grandma'am had gifted him on his last visit. Her pride and joy now more than ever. "I'm seeing all I need."

A hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. It's the most genuine expression that's slipped past him in weeks. When he first worked out a way to bring you here, some doubting part of him wondered if the draw he felt towards you would still exist in person.

Less than two weeks after your victorious departure from the Capitol, he had searched through your files and found your address. He had written the letter in a moment of weakness and only sent it after deciding that writing a letter to never be sent is the only thing more pathetic than writing to you in the first place. He had spent the week following that wallowing in self loathing until an age-stained envelope arrived at his door.

"And what are you seeing?" He keeps his tone light. This is ridiculous. He dragged himself and his family out of a gutter clogged by the casualties of war. Coriolanus is stronger than fleeting emotion now. Your opinions on his room can't possibly affect him.

If he were to simplify what brought you here, to the Capitol, to him, he could blame it on his bedroom. The urge to see you, to figure out some way the two of you closer together before your undeserving district could swallow you whole in an attempt to make you like them, would flare up whenever he received one of your letters.

Those urges, however, had never burned him. Not until you wrote about wanting to see him out of the most curious nostalgia you'd ever felt. You wanted to see him in a way that'd let you know what his room looked like, in a way that'd let you guess at his favorite color.

He takes a few steps forward, making the conscious decision to not reach for you. You've never rejected his advances, not even when he instinctually intertwined your fingers after picking you and your family up from the train station. You had scolded him after, telling him that you'd hear no end of it from your mother. It took a lot of focus for Coriolanus to not smile at that. You spoke of it like it would've never occurred to you to just pull your hand away.

Your eyes shift from end of the room to the other. Coriolanus moves carefully, passing you before sitting at the edge of his crisply made bed.

"Before you make your decision..." You turn instinctually, expression so polite and expecting he almost doesn't know how to bear it. His hand briefly pats the space beside him in a silent invitation. "So you can see it from all perspectives."

Your head tilts slightly, and for a moment, Coriolanus can practically feel your rejection. Then you move, sock clad feet treading over smooth white-gray marble. You sit next to him so assuredly, anyone else would have taken the way you neatly fold your hands in your lap as politeness instead of a display of nerves.

Your family's presence makes you less pliable. It's a factor he's willing to work around considering that you would've never left them to come to the Capitol. And even if he had managed to talk you into it, your nostalgia and homesickness would've made you more of a ghost to him than before.

At least the position your family's in is uncertain enough to allow for some leeway in the social norms that you cling to. However, every once in awhile it hits you that at the end of the day, he's still a boy that you're close to, which means that it's your duty to create the distance necessary to keep everything proper. Leaving your bedroom in the middle of the night because said boy knocked at your door and then entering his room in his empty penthouse is something you would've done under normal circumstances.

But your connection isn't that black and white. If it was something so simple, he would have been able to sever it the night before your Games.

"It makes all the difference," you agree warmly, and only somewhat sarcastically. You give yourself another second to take in the space, "I like it."

He can tell that you mean it. "I haven't fully settled in yet."

You shrug, paying him little mind, "There's something about it that just feels like you."

Coriolanus shifts his focus to the ground. You can't possibly mean it in the way that he sees the room, as a reminder that he still doesn't fully fit into who he's become.

"I've been meaning to pick up a few things," he says, "Tomorrow, after my classes, I was thinking about browsing some paintings." Another half truth. He had been meaning to. Mrs. Plinth had instructed him to visit her art dealer whenever he had enough free time to pick out a few pieces to demonstrate his taste. He'd been putting it off as a dismissable task, but it feels like a safe way to give you your first taste of life in the Capitol. "If you'd like to help me pick some out."

You smile, eyebrows pinching together in a way that's just barely noticeable. You're as interested as you are puzzled. "I'd like that." Relaxing enough to let your hand rest between the two of you, you beam, "I don't know if I'd be much help, but I'd like that."

He'd be willing to get anything that caught your eye. Paintings and vases already with such an exclusive art dealer hold more or less the same level of standing, anyway.

Coriolanus moves his hand slowly, careful not to startle you before his fingers can settle against your own. You instinctually turn over your palm, intertwining your fingers. "I trust you."

You stare at him with wide, understanding eyes. Sometimes when you look at him, really look at him, Coriolanus is struck with the feeling that you can see right through him. It's an irrational feeling, that every good action and cruel deed is reflected in his eyes. Moments like this make it hard to be near you. They also, however, make the thought of adding distance between the two of you unbearable.

"I have an early class."

You dip your chin forward in an attempt to accept what you're considering a dismissal. "Right, you must be tired." The words sit between you for a long moment.

Your free hand presses into the silk of your still new pajamas. You shift like you're going to stand. His hold on your hand tightens before you can move away. You still.

He's being ridiculous. There's nothing about this situation that warrants his inability to look at you. "Stay here." His thumb runs across your knuckles. "With me."

The words are soft enough to be a request, but there's not enough space between them for questioning. He cautiously lifts his head enough to take in your reaction.

"What?" It's a display of shock more than an actual question. Coriolanus squeezes your hand even tighter. You don't try to get him to let go, but you do shift away just enough to create the reminder of distance. "You know I can't."

His other hand reaches forward, settling against your wrist. "Why not?" He doesn't mean for his voice to come off as raspy, as desperate as it does.

You swallow, attempting to straighten your spine in an attempt to offset the instinctual urge to hide your face. This isn't a topic you're even comfortable implying. "My mother would kill me if she so much as found out that I came up here so late, let alone..." You trail off, head dropping to your lap. "Stayed here."

He envelops your hand between both of his. "She knows we're friendly."

You look up just long enough to imply a pointed not that friendly. "It's--" You blink, eyes darting from to your joint hands and then finally to the ground. "You know it's..."

Coriolanus leans forward. The shift is small, just enough for his knee to brush against yours. "It's what?" He keeps his voice low, a barely there whisper that comes off as so innocent it nearly circles back to anything but.

You glance up, so wide eyed and flighty he's reminded of a rabbit. The level of precaution you're exuding can't just be about your mother's opinions, can it? He studies your expression openly, taking in the set of your eyebrows and the way you steadily press your lips together to avoid speaking without thinking. At least some part of you believes in your mother's concerns.

The realization strike shim so quickly he has to focus on keeping his expression neutral. Your bond is so much more than just coming together on a random night where exhaustion's already clouding his focus.

It will happen between the two of you. Eventually. But not yet. You've barely entered the Capitol and every aspect of your life has become vastly different than what you're accustomed to. If he were to attempt to cement any relationship between the two of you like that now, you'd be too overwhelmed or you might think that that's the only reason he brought you here.

He learned early on that it's best to introduce adjustments to you slowly, giving you enough time to hold onto ideas before enacting them. Anything of that nature would work that way too.

"I haven't been able to see much of you." He focuses on your hand, still resting safely between both of his. The words came out too quickly, a flash of some genuine sort of emotion that claw at him on the way out. With you, sometimes a glimpse of feeling works wonders.

Your thumb draws gentle patterns against the side of his hand. "You're busy." He relaxes his hand, turning over his palm. You place his hand on your knee, fingers tracing the natural creases etched into his skin. "You're important."

The way that last word comes out makes an uncertain warmth crawl up his neck. "I--I've wanted to see you more." Another thing he means so much it turns his stomach to admit it.

Your nail drags down a line that cuts across the length of his hand. "Me too."

He bends his fingers slowly, moving in until he's trapped your pointer finger against his palm. "Then stay." You twist your finger enough to express some lighthearted irritation, but not enough to count as a real attempt at escaping. "If your mother says anything, I'll explain it to her." You glare at him without any true aggression. "She likes me, doesn't she?"

Coriolanus already knows the answer. She credits your survival to him. You had mentioned that in a letter once, telling him that she insisted you pass along her gratitude after discovering that the two of you had started to correspond regularly.

He also saw the way she reacted to realizing that she had made it to the Capitol. Your mother's family had once been part of the wealthier side of 12. You're part of a recently fallen line of mine owners, a fact that your mother has only pretended to let go of. He saw a hunger behind her eyes that reminded him of a warped version of his own.

Coriolanus gave her back the pride the war had stolen from her family name tenfold. He owes her this much.

"She'd trade me for you in a heartbeat." He hears the grin in your voice more than he sees it. Your family means the world to you, which means he's subjected himself to seeking your mother's validation and winning over your two younger sisters.

It's not the way he'd choose to spend his limited free time, especially with you standing right there, but he's endured worse for less of a pay off. "Then she'd be a fool."

You fight to hold his gaze. "I doubt that."

Your eyes are pools of honest, unfiltered affection. The care that you're watching him with makes it hard to swallow. The instinct to press, to dig and claw and tear anything that could be hiding an ulterior motive into shreds makes it hard to take a full breath. You've always worn your heart on your sleeve. You're not a flighty songbird that uses its charm to distract its prey from its fang-like talons.

"Stay." Again. So breathless he almost doesn't recognize the word as his own.

The deliberation is transparent behind your eyes. You're considering it, but you're still not convinced. The hesitation stings in a way he doesn't understand. "I don't want to give her a reason to not like you."

So softly spoken he's shocked by the way the words manage to feel like a nail being hammered into his chest.

"She's let you stay with other people before." The response is too sharp, too sudden. He should refocus and think through what he's about to say. Coriolanus knows that it's easier to get you to agree to something through the use of honey sweetened words and displays of patience. "You wrote about him."

The confusion that briefly etches its way into your expression threatens to quell the uncomfortable swell of jealousy tightening his chest. "Warren?" The name makes tints the air between you with something acidic. "That was--different."

Your explanation adds an edge to the pressure in his chest. "Why?"

"We weren't--" You cut yourself off, the instinct to placate him and your desire to not start a conversation you can't finish battling each other oddly. "We were never alone." You squeeze his hand as best as you can. "He's a family friend and I only stayed over when my mom had to work late and I was too young to be alone for so long, so I haven't stayed over in years. And--and he shared a room with three of his siblings and his parents checked on us constantly."

He frowns, unconvinced. The lack of approval has you clinging to him, adjusting your hold on his hand as you gently trail your knuckles against the inside of his wrist. "I do miss you." You stare at your hands. "I know it's weird because we're--y'know--closer than before, but I-I do miss you."

The expanding wave of tension in his chest begins to deflate. You're good at that, at redirecting and soothing without even realizing it. A talent that had contributed to his original desire to loathe you. "I understand that." He runs his thumb over your knuckles. "Things aren't going to get less busy. That's why I want to use all the time we have."

You nod slowly, a hint of understanding making its appearance in the set of your brow. "I know."

"What you wrote," he begins, too aware of how much he means the question that follows, "Did you mean it."

"Of course I did." Not an ounce of hesitation, of uncertainty.

He turns your hand over before shifting his fingers up the inside of your wrist. "You wrote about wanting to see me."

"I did..." The pad of his thumb gently makes its way up your forearm. Your even breathing falters. "I do."

Coriolanus lets himself look up just enough to take in your expression. "Then stay." He swallows, too aware of the sudden dryness of his mouth. "Please."

You glance up at him through your lashes. There's a softness there that jabs at him. "Okay."

He lifts the back of your hand, carefully brushing his lips against your skin. "You mentioned wanting to see a library."

You wrote about it once. A brief mention in one of your letters of the small room in your school's office that served as a sort of communal study space with a few books stacked on a small shelf. Your longing had been clear.

Nodding curiously, you agree, "Yeah?"

"I could leave for my classes a little earlier tomorrow, you could come with me." The proposal comes out slowly, his own suggestion taking him by surprise. "My driver could bring you back, that'll give you time to meet the tutor that's being sent over for your sisters, and then when I get back we'll look at the paintings."

You immediately grin, "Really?"

He finds himself smiling back, pulling your arm closer. "Whatever you want."

You beam. "I'd really like that."

"Good," he affirms with a nod of his head that's a touch too forward. He regrets it almost immediately. "If you like it, I might be able to get your own tutor to meet you at a library."

Part of the still uncertain victor program relies on setting up the victor and their family with a new life. Education plays a role in that. Placing any one of you in an actual Capitol run institution is far out of the question. For everyone's sake. Even if the thought of sharing a classroom with someone from 12 didn't horrify the Capitol parents, you and your siblings wouldn't be able to just jump in. It's not that he views you as unintelligent, but District 12's education system isn't exactly on par with the Capitol's.

"That sounds nice," you sit up a little straighter, excited by the prospect, "A part of me kind of misses school."

Another aspect of your personality that he had learned about after your Games. You like school for the sake of it. "I'll check on the arrangements tomorrow."

He clears his throat before you can do more than just nod, "It's getting late."

Coriolanus carefully sets your hand down on the comforter. You awkwardly shift, now more aware of what you agreed to than ever. "Right," you push yourself to stand, "You need your sleep."

He pulls back his sheets before you can think about it even further. You crawl into the provided space without looking at anything in particular. He's quick to join you beneath the safety of plush bedding before leaning over and turning off the bedside lamp.

Darkness floods the space. There's something about the absence of light that makes things feel heavier. The potential intimacy of the situation sneaks up on him with no warning.

This isn't a loss of control. It can't be. It was his idea, he had pushed and convinced you to stay here. He's aware of everything that's led up to this moment, but that's not enough to stop him from wondering if this is something than he should have known better than to embrace. He had accepted the familiar, fickle knotting of his stomach once before.

Steady warmth presses itself against his arm. He blinks, head turning a second too quickly. Your hand has found his. Coriolanus relaxes, allowing himself to fully relax against his pillow. You pick up on his shift, reflecting it by laying down as well.

For someone that had been so hesitant, you seem to know what to do better than he does. You pull his arm towards you, gently trailing your fingers against the exposed skin. Heat crawls up his neck.

"Goodnight," you mumble, voice already drowsy.

Coriolanus lets out a long breath. He grasps your hand, bringing it back to his lips before settling back into the position the two of you were in before. "Goodnight."

#the hunger games #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow #the hunger games x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes x reader #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #coriolanus x reader

[aliensupastar]

not wrong, but not right

Rating: Mature

Pairing: Carmy Berzatto/GN!Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Summary: You do your best to keep your head down at your job. When that doesn't work, Carmy's there for you anyways.

Part II Part III

Warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, depiction of an eating disorder, vent fic, fainting, hospitals, slightly one-sided romantic feelings?

A/N: PLEASE mind the warnings! as mentioned, this is a vent fic with a reader that has an eating disorder. mostly made for my own comfort/self-indulgence, but i thought i’d post it anyways. title inspired by "ode to the mets" by the strokes, gif by heardchef <3

All things considered, your job could be worse. Honestly, you feel like you lucked out a bit, your hiring process being expedited due to Marcus being the one to recommend you to his boss, given that they needed new workers for their newly opened restaurant — you knew it was a good idea to stay in touch with that guy after high school. 

Working front-of-house with Richie could get overwhelming, to say the least. Dealing with him your first few weeks took a lot of adjustment, and a lot of holding back from calling him every foul name in the book. But it all smoothened out eventually. Your coworkers were nice, the pay was decent, the train ride was short. And your boss… well, it didn’t hurt that your boss was nice to look at. 

You’re a little embarrassed by it. You spend a little too much time looking at him when you’re supposed to be focused on your prep, and you always stop by the back office to say goodnight before you clock out, but you think you’ve kept it subtle enough to go unnoticed. You’ve gotten a little too good at that, going unnoticed. 

“Need me to do anything else before I head out?” You lean against the doorway of the tiny office as you say it, backpack already on and your jacket draped over your arms. Carmy’s sitting in his desk chair, bent over some paperwork and looking a little surprised at your question.

“Uh, no, we’re good here. But if you wanna stick around for a bit, Syd and I are makin’ something out of the food we were gonna have to throw out tonight, you could take some of it home with you. Save time on dinner.” He offers with a small smile. You hate the temptation that immediately springs up in you, because you want so badly to take him up on it. The smell of food in the kitchen is always mouthwatering, and when Carmy’s making dishes instead of being on expo, it somehow smells even better. 

You’ve never even tried Carmy’s cooking. You work for one of the most excellent chefs in the country, and you can’t even answer with an honest opinion when people ask you if the food at the restaurant is good. 

Despite all that, you shake your head, using the excuse of wanting to catch your train before it gets dark out, and he takes that easily. 

“Heard.” He nods, looking like he might want to say more. “Well, thank you, for showin’ up today. You were great.”

“Thank you, chef.” You reply, unable to stop yourself from smiling at the praise. “Goodnight, Carm.” 

Before you can change your mind, you turn and walk away, clocking out quickly, but you still hear him say “Night!” from behind you. 

When you make it onto a train car, safely on your way back to your apartment, you finally let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding. Maybe some other day, you think to yourself. It’ll be worth it to try the food some other day.

It had been one incident. That’s what you swore to yourself: one incident, one slip up, and it would never happen again. Besides, you think — or rather, hoped — Carmy’s forgotten about it. It was months ago, and things moved quickly in the restaurant, no time to dwell on things, especially not for the guy who has to run it. 

You’d gone out to the back alley of The Bear for a short break. You’d seen the others do it a million times, mostly for smoke breaks, but you didn’t need a cigarette. You needed to sit down, give yourself a chance to catch your breath as your vision started to swim and your ears felt like they had been filled with cotton. And, well, usually you didn’t need breaks like that, usually you didn’t allow yourself to take them like the others did, but there was a lull between the lunch and dinner rush and Richie didn’t need your help in the front, so you quietly slipped out the back door while hastily putting your coat on. Just this once, you let yourself slump against the wall, sliding down until you were sat on the pavement. You don’t even remember your consciousness fading, just your heartbeat thrumming in your ears while your eyes slipped shut. 

Carmy found you like that. He had barely noticed your extended absence, too busy catching up on more paperwork in his office before the dinner crowd poured in, and he decided he needed a smoke. It had almost startled him when he finally did notice you sitting there, your presence so quiet it took him a few seconds, before he also noticed you were asleep. He couldn’t blame you for that. He could use a fuckin’ nap these days. 

Still, he walked over and leaned down, nudging your shoulder with his hand to rouse you, muttering a quiet “hey.” But you didn’t wake, not even after a couple more pokes. And then he started to worry. 

When you came to, it was because of Carmy’s hands on both your cheeks, gently patting your face, his blue eyes wide with panic. You flinched a bit, startling at the realisation of what you'd done, swearing under your breath, and that was enough for Carmy to step back. 

“You okay?” He asked, and you nodded quickly on instinct. 

“I’m- fine. Yeah, I’m okay.” You stumbled over your assurance, knowing he didn’t quite believe you from the way he raised his eyebrows questioningly. 

“What are you doing out here? You’re freezin’.” You bite your lip, embarrassed at being caught a bit red-handed, unconscious with your body temperature dropping. You’re usually better than that. Better at hiding behind smiles, concealer over your dark under-eyes, and excuses of being more of a big breakfast person to get out of eating family meals with the rest of your coworkers every afternoon. 

“Just tired. I’m fine.” You reply, hoping that’d be enough of an excuse, because everyone here is a little exhausted all the time. You pull yourself to your feet once he stands up from crouching in front of you, trying to convince him to just brush it off. “I'm good to keep going.”

You almost think that he buys that, before he stares at you a little bit longer, and you try not to shrink under his gaze. 

“People who are fine usually don’t take five minutes to wake up.” He says. You don’t have a comeback. 

“Yes, chef,” is the only thing you can say as you turn and walk back into the kitchen quickly, avoiding eye contact with him and making it through the rest of the day without needing another break, and without giving him a chance to talk to you again before you clock out that day. You don’t even stop by the office to say goodnight.

It was months ago, one time, and it wasn’t supposed to happen again. Not at work, not in the middle of a rush. That was just your luck, you guess, that you would get caught up working front-of-house, running between taking orders with Richie and handing out plates whenever you heard somebody yelling “Hands!” in the back, all while you hadn’t had anything more than water and a coffee in the morning in… fuck, you lost count of the days again. 

You pause to take deep breaths and sips of water when you can, but you guess it wasn’t often enough, because one second you’re picking up plates from the expo station and the next you’re collapsing, taking the dishes with you. 

When you wake up in a hospital bed afterwards, Carmy’s there. Slumped over in a plastic chair that can’t be comfortable, clad in a familiar checkered wool jacket. He’s asleep, but he’s here, and you don’t have the heart to wake him. You have no idea how long you’ve been out, but your heart fills with equal parts guilt and gratitude at the fact that he’s likely been sat by your side for hours. 

You turn your attention away from Carmy for a second, taking in the rest of your surroundings. The cotton hospital gown, the uncomfortably firm mattress beneath you, the beeping of an EKG to your left, and to your right- 

Your breath catches when you see it. An IV bag, steadily dripping fluid into you through the needle in your arm, innocuous but sinister. 

“Shit.” You breathe out. Now you’re panicking. Now you’re cursing yourself for not being able to hold it together long enough to get through a busy hour, and reaching for the bag to get a better look at the text that you hope and pray details it’s nutritional information, but you quickly snatch your hand back when the privacy curtain is peeled away by a nurse checking up on you. 

The sound of the curtain rings scraping against metal wakes Carmy, and the nurse smiles apologetically before turning to you and explaining what you already guessed: you're in ketosis, you fainted due to low blood sugar levels and a high-stress environment, you should take it easy and eat when you get home. You’ll be discharged as soon as your IV bag is finished. Fuck. You nod and smile along with everything she says, lying through your teeth about merely skipping breakfast that morning and thanking her for her time until you can get her to leave you alone again. 

Well, alone with your boss, who’s silent through the whole conversation.

You wait for a minute after the nurse leaves, before turning to your right and carefully lifting yourself onto your knees to tug the IV bag off its hook and flip it over, desperately scanning the printed text. You can’t even bring yourself to care that Carmy’s there anymore, even when you can feel his eyes on you, witnessing your silent panic. You can’t help it. 

You swear under your breath once you find what you’re looking for. When you do the math in your head, it’s- fuck- it’s hundreds of calories that they’re pumping into you. You hang the bag up and sit back, defeated, unable to do anything but fiddle with the thin blanket draped over your legs and curse yourself for not being more careful. 

“You wanna tell me what’s goin’ on?” Carmy asks gently after a few minutes, breaking the silence. You don’t know why that question makes your eyes fill with tears, even as you shake your head vehemently. 

“Nothing’s going on, Carm. I’m okay.” You tell him, trying to keep your voice neutral. He pauses for a moment, making you think that maybe, just maybe, he’ll drop it. 

“I know what ketosis means, chef.” You hate him a little bit for catching on. You were so sure you were flying under the radar, you could’ve kept your habits unnoticed if you had just not fainted again.

“Well, like I said, I skipped breakfast. I didn’t have time this morning.” 

“Then why didn’t you eat family with us instead?” He insists.

“Because-“ 

“Why aren’t you eating, chef?” 

You know he’s just concerned, as your boss, he can’t have you passing out at work so much. But you also can’t help the irritation that rises in you at his persistence. 

“Fuck you, Carmen,” is all you can come back with, and he scoffs. “I felt weird intruding on family when I never eat with you guys normally. There. I’m sorry me not eating this one time got in the way of my job, it won’t happen again.” You try to explain, but you already know he’ll see through that.  

“One time, along with the other time you fainted out back, and all the times you’ve refused to even taste a new dish we’re tryin’ out.” Your head snaps up, and you finally take a real look at him, taken aback by the fact that he would even be bothered to remember all that. He meets your irritation with nothing but softness in his eyes. “Talk to me.” He pleads. 

You can’t take it. You tear up again, wanting, needing to fight against the temptation to tell him everything because, God, you don’t know how much more you can take. 

“I can’t.” There’s no hiding your emotion anymore, your voice thick with tears. “Carmy- I- I can’t take it.” 

“Take what?” He asks, his voice still gentle.

“Any of it!” You’re full on sobbing now, desperately trying to wipe away your tears with the back of your hand. 

“Hey,” He almost coos, standing to move closer to your bed and wrapping his arms around you, bringing your head to rest on his firm chest, and you let him. You don’t object when his hand moves to pet the back of your head while you gasp for breath through your sobs, and he doesn’t object when your hands land on his back, clinging to the white t-shirt under his coat and relishing in the warmth radiating from him. 

He doesn’t push you to say more. He holds you while you calm down, your breath evening out eventually, enough to speak straight. 

“I can’t tell you, Carmy.” You finally say, practically whimpering. “I can’t get the help you’ll want me to get, because- I can’t stop. I don’t know how, I- I don’t know another way anymore.” 

He doesn’t reply, at first, taking in a deep breath while he lets your words hang in the air. 

“Okay.” He says quietly. “I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to do.” You’re relieved at his acquiescence. You don’t think you can take fighting with your boss on top of everything else you have going on. 

“Thank you.” You whisper. 

“Can I ask you to promise me something?” He continues, making you pause, before nodding hesitantly. “Let me look out for you. You don’t have to tell me anything, just- don’t keep going at it alone. You’ll just end up back here again. Or, y’know, half-breathing and unconscious in the back alley of my restaurant. Trust me, I know.” 

You contemplate his words for a bit. You know he’s right, and you know you don’t want to end up in the hospital again. And maybe you owe him this one thing, for being here, for not pushing you like you expected him to, for not firing you after you interrupted his whole day with your bullshit. 

“Okay,” You say. “I promise.” He breathes what you think is a sigh of relief, before leaning down and pressing his lips to the top of your head. You stay like that for a little while longer, silent except for the beeping EKG machine and your occasional sniffle. 

“You’re freezing, you know that?” He says suddenly, and it makes you giggle; you haven’t held anyone close in a while, not long enough for them to notice you’re always cold to the touch. You know he’s smiling too, feeling his lips against your hair. 

“Lookin’ out for me might mean letting me borrow this jacket every once in a while.” 

“I’m okay with that.”

#carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto x you #the bear #the bear fx #carmy berzatto angst #hurt/comfort #angst #my writing #the shrimp that fried that rice

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Shopping Trip

Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

Word count: 649

TW: shirtless Halsin, imagined to take place in Act 3 but no real spoilers

I went back and forth about posting this, but figured why not. I can't be the only person that put Halsin in an outfit with no shirt as soon as I had a chance to. 😂 The angelic scion outfit is just *chefs kiss*

Astarion even said that he would probably outlaw clothes if he could. Who am I to deny him of less clothing!

Anyways, this is a short little thing I wrote at like 2am. So enjoy!

Halsin shifted uncomfortably as he stood in front of the mirror. No matter how these new clothes were adjusted, being in so many layers made the druid feel so constricted. While he was told multiple times that he could move freely, he felt like if he moved at all the fabric would rip apart.

"At least try to look like you're enjoying yourself, love." Astarion's voice came from behind him, the red eyes taking in every inch of the man in the mirror.

"I must be honest, this is not quite what I had in mind when our Heart said that we had things to do in the city." Halsin responded, turning to see his partner's reaction, only to find the vampire staring at how his upper arms filled out the sleeves of the nice clothes they had put him in.

"I know this isn't exactly comfortable Halsin. But we need to make sure that we have some nice clothes while we're here. We can only walk into so many parties in our armor or camp clothes." You said, walking in with a couple more options for him to try.

"If it makes you feel any better, at least you can see how good we're making you look." Astarion responded, taking the items you had brought over, automatically taking one of the options out to put away. He smirked at you slightly offended 'Hey!' as he went to put it back.

"My Heart, I'm not sure that these are really necessary. Shouldn't we be focusing on-" Halsin hesitated for a minute, glancing around quickly to make sure nobody was listening, "other things at the moment?"

You looked back at him with a sweet smile. "The world can handle us not working for an hour or so." You responded as brought one of the shirts to him, holding it up to his chest to get an idea of how it would look. "Besides, how often do you think we'll have a chance to let Astarion free in a shop like this after it's all over."

As if on cue, the high elf walked back into the room with a dark green piece of fabric, "I know were meant to be looking for some nice party clothes, but would anyone really complain about this?" He said to you with a smirk, holding up a wrap around skirt with nothing but gold arm bands to go with it.

"I think we definitely might need you to try that on." You responded quickly, tossing the shirt you had off to the side, completely forgotten.

After a few minutes, Halsin stepped out of the charging area. He didn't even make it to the dressing area before you and Astarion were swooning. You bit your lip as the pale elf let out a low whistle. The large elf couldn't help the deep chuckle that rumbled his chest at his partners' reactions. While most people would feel uncomfortable with the lack of coverage, the freedom it gave him made him feel much more at peace.

He purposely flexed his back slightly as he looked at himself in the mirror, his lip curling into a smirk at Astarion's almost purr at the sight.

"Okay, but do we really need party clothes? Where would we really wear them?" You managed to get out. Your face flushing as you met Halsin's eyes in the mirror, causing him to shift a little and flex his arms against the bands.

"Well in that case, there's a matching set for you too." Astarion said with a laugh as he rushed off to grab you an outfit to match. Your head turning to call out that you didn't bring enough gold for multiple outfits.

"Maybe this trip was worth the time." Halsin's voice came as a shock when it was suddenly next to you, pushing you towards the changing area as Astarion returned.

#astarion x reader x halsin #astarion x reader #halsin x reader #baldur's gate 3 x reader #bg3 x reader #reader insert

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can you write for a vox x fem! reader for an enemies to lovers?

for sure! Sorry this one’s a lil shorter, I have no clue how to write enemies to lovers.. but I tried for y’all! Also, Just for setting purposes, I made Reader the overlord of basically just, hell’s music. Thought that might be a good rivalry dhdkdjsid. :) 

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Vox X Fem!Overlord!Reader. words : 1k warning for slight manipulation.

You let out an impatient sigh as you check your watch. You had been called to this stupid fucking meeting - which you didn’t want to go to, because god knows how much you hate the Vees. But not a single one had shown up - not even the one you could slightly tolerate, 

Velvette. Not even Valentino - god knows he was up to other than torturing Angel - and you hoped to Satan that it would be anyone but Vox. Anyone but Vox would be okay. An assistant telling you that you got your schedules mixed. Maybe even just a flat out no show. That would be fine. 

But just as you thought that - a swing of the door pulled you out of your thoughts, and as you looked up, just to your luck, the flat-screen TV of a man you loved despised more than you’d ever be able to express in a business setting was greeting you with the smuggest, ugliest, most shit-eating grin you’d seen on his face in a while. This meant one of two things. Bad news, you owed him something, or He wanted something from you and was trying to play nice. 

“Good Afternoon, My Friend!” He said as he pulled out a chair opposite to you, resting his clasped hands on the table, putting on that insufferably fake classy act on. Like he didn’t want to shoot a bullet through your dead stare. Because he believed in reputation. Having a reputation in hell is like having a designer bag to carry your groceries. You don’t need it, no one actually cares if you have a one, but it makes you feel more special. You grimaced. 

“You’re already ten minutes late, Vox.” You said with a sigh, putting your feet up on the table lazily, leaning back with a tilt of your head, arms crossed to your chest. “Get on with it. I actually have things to do.” You snarled out, sighing as you leaned your head back on the chair, refusing to actually look him in his digital eyes, opting to stare at the stupid ceiling instead.

“Well, you are quite forward today, aren’t you?” He said with a small chuckle, trying to suck up his own ego for his professional reputation. He may have power, but you hold at least a quarter of his everything under your own music. He swallows thickly before continuing, adjusting his bow tie and straightening out.

“As you know, Alastor is back in town. So we- “ he started with bated breaths, before you promptly interrupted him with a snort. “Okay, I’m gonna stop you right about there.” You said with a chuckle as you let your eyes fall back on him, raising your eyebrows, tilting your head. “I am not getting involved with him. I have records to sell. I have an afterlife to live, until at the very least the next extermination.” You said with a heavy sigh, pulling your feet off the table and standing up, hands still crossed tight over your chest. 

“The reason I’m not dead is because I can recognize when someone can fucking kill me, Vox.” You continued, making your way to the door, turning back to look at him while you spoke. “If you expect me to-“ and it’s your turn to get cut off as he stands up as well, doing his off-putting electricity thing, teleporting from the security camera right in front of the doors, blocking your path. 

“Tsk-tsk-tsk, you’re so quick to assume.” He chuckles, rolling his eyes playfully. “I don’t want you to go and fight him, darling.” You grimace as he starts with the pet names, rolling your eyes and staring at the floor, refusing to look him in the face again. “I want you to silence out his… propaganda.” He hums as you try to walk away from his bickering and nonsense, only to have him teleport straight back in front of you using the overhead light on the ceiling, causing you to stumble back slightly.

“That’s getting involved. A path to getting my screams played for everyone in this circle of hell to hear? No.” You say flatly, grimacing at him as he chuckles darkly, leaning on one hip as he looks you up and down, smiling. “But there’s so much we could offer you.” He starts as you try to walk away from him again, just to bump straight first into his chest all over again. 

“Maybe you could become one of the Vees. Valentino, Velvette, Vox, Y/N… you just have to think of a new, catchier name.” He says with a small sarcastic giggle, leaning down and looking at you with those stupid droopy eyes he always used when he wanted something out of you. The reason you always refused to look at him properly. You snapped your head away quickly, running for the door.

Running straight back into him. 

“You can’t just try to fucking - seduce me into doing your bidding! Jesus - fuck!” You groaned as you ran straight back into him, starting to fall onto your back, before he grabbed your hand, pulling you up and against him, one hand tightly on the curve of your waist, smiling down at you. 

“I’m not trying to seduce you for this in particular.” He said as you looked up at him with wide eyes and a small panicked expression, trying to think of a way out as blush spread across your cheeks, trying to pull your hand away from his to no avail. “I have much better reasons for seducing you, love.” He hums out, and you shut your eyes tight. 

Don’t fall for his trap. For your own sake. Don’t. 

“C’mon, give me a try, love” he purrs out, and you decide you at the very least have to assert some sort of dominance in this situation - you can’t get your way out of his terrifying grips - you can’t stop looking in his eyes - and so you do the last thing you wanted to - or maybe the thing you’ve been wanting to do ever since he walked in.

You pulled him down by his arm, lips pressed right against his, almost getting shocked by the electricity flowing rapidly though his veins, his own eyes wide - before closing them slowly. That was the absolute last thing he expected you to do - but he isn’t complaining. Tugging your harder again him, smiling against your lips. You pulled back, breathing heavily.

“I’m guessing that’s a yes, darling.” 

#hazbin vox #hazbin hotel vox #vox #vox x reader #vox x you #hazbin hotel #alastor hazbin hotel #hellaverse

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More Kent!reader and baby George?? Baby fever hittin hard rn🫠😮‍💨

I gotchu! This one has some backstory on the Kents. Or at least how I imagine it, anyway. I love that you all keep requesting more of this story, I think big brother Roy is the absolute sweetest🥺

this one is definitely more Roy-centric, that’s for sure! here’s a link to the other fics if you’re new here🤗

light in the hallway

Roy’s in the middle of yelling, “Isaac, pick up your fucking feet!” when his phone rings. 

He almost doesn’t register it, because the only numbers allowed through while he’s at training are Molly’s, yours, and Phoebe’s school. 

His first thought is that something’s happened to Phoebe, and he’s already calculating how fast he can get to her before he notices it’s your name on the screen. He frowns. You never call while he’s on the pitch, but maybe you need to talk to Jamie about something. 

“Your prick husband’s in the middle of training. Can it wait?” he says in lieu of greeting. 

“I don’t want Jamie, I want you,” comes your panicked voice. “George is sick and I don’t know what to do, he’s all feverish and he hasn’t thrown up or anything but I googled it and it says I don’t have to take him ‘round hospital, but I’m worried anyway because you can’t give a baby chicken noodle soup but his eyes are all glassy and he’s so fucking sweaty.”

Roy looks over to where Jamie’s drilling with Dani, kicking football after football into the net. He turns back around. “Right. I’ll be there in five fucking minutes. I love you.”

“Five minutes? You’re at least fifteen away, and-”

“I love you!” Roy says again, slightly louder before hanging up. 

He makes eye contact with Nate and motions to the car park. Nate nods and Roy leaves, satisfied that Nate didn’t ask where he was going. 

He makes it to your house in six minutes, but only because he got stuck behind an old car. You open the door before he has a chance to knock with an overly fussy George in your arms. 

“I’m an awful mum,” you say immediately. “I don’t know what I’m doing, Roy. I can’t make him feel better and I tried googling it but I don’t even know where to begin with that.”

Roy takes George, who seems to calm down a little. “Right, go run a bath for him. Make sure it’s lukewarm, we’re gonna try to get his fever down without fucking freezing the poor lad. You got acetaminophen?”

You nod. “In the medicine cabinet.”

“I’ll go cut some up for him. He can have a bit since he’s four months now. Same thing used to happen to Phoebe, you remember?”

You shake your head and Roy sighs. “Of course you fucking don’t, you’re too fucking worked up to think straight, aren’t you?”

“Should I have called Jamie?” you ask, eyes wide. 

Roy adjusts his hold on George as he shakes his head. This certainly isn’t the first time he’s seen you in a panic, but it might be the fucking saddest. 

“I didn’t want Jamie, I wanted you,” you explain, more to yourself than to Roy. “You always fucking know what to do and you make shit better.”

Roy’s not going to get choked up over that, there’s no point in crying over the fact that you both have shit parents and he and Molly basically raised you. So instead he gives you a gentle push in the direction of the bath and says,  “I’ll fucking call Tartt. Don’t you worry about it.”

You caress George’s little head before hurrying up the stairs. Roy sighs and goes to find the medicine. He checks the time. The team’s on lunch, so Jamie will have his phone. He finds the contact labeled “prick in-law,” and hits the call button. 

“You shit your pants, Coach?” is the first thing Jamie says when he picks up. 

“Fuck off,” Roy replies. “I’m at your house. George isn’t feeling well, so I’m helping your wife out.”

“Shit,” Jamie swears, and Roy can hear him clamoring out of his seat.

“You don’t fucking need to come home,” Roy says before Jamie can get any farther. “They’re both fine. Finish training for fuck’s sake, and stop by the store to get some fucking immunity boosters. Can’t have you fucking getting sick before the fucking match.”

“Right,” Jamie says finally. “Yeah, okay. Tell her I love her, yeah?”

“Sure,” Roy grits out, but if he’s being honest with himself he’s glad that Jamie’s first instinct was to rush home. It’s bad enough that he and Tartt are friends, much less in-laws. He’s glad Jamie makes you happy, at least. 

They hang up and on cue, George starts crying. 

“You’re alright, lad,” Roy murmurs, but he can already hear you thundering down the stairs. 

You come careening around the corner. “What’s wrong?” you ask anxiously, but Roy just hands you the bottle of acetaminophen. 

“He’s fucking fine. Just upset. Let’s go cool him down, alright kid?” Roy says. 

“Okay,” you say. “I’m really glad you’re here, Roy-o. I don’t think Jamie would’ve known what to do either.”

“Mhm,” Roy grunts. “He said to tell you he loves you. He’s picking up fucking immunity boosters for you, but there’s no fucking way you’ll get sick. Just a precaution.”

You stand on tiptoes to peck his cheek. “My god, how would Molly and I survive without you?” you ask fervently. Roy just grunts again and once again herds you toward the stairs. 

—

An hour later, you’re on the couch with George resting on your stomach. Roy brings you a cup of tea and sits down next to you. You settle closer to him, head on his shoulder as you breathe deep. It reminds you of the rare times he’d visit before Phoebe was born, and how you’d attach yourself to his side and beg him not to go back. There was a time when you were five that he almost caved, but he was twenty and at the beginning of the peak of his career, so he wrenched his hand from your tiny one and refused to look back.

Molly had called him a day later and told him that you wouldn’t stop crying. She was fourteen and already adjusted to the fact that she’d be raising her younger sister (you) on her own.

Roy had hated himself for that. Hated his parents for being shit, but mostly himself. He sent Molly as much money as he could, going around your parents until Molly was eighteen and they fucked off to god knows where, rarely to be heard from again.

So you’ll hold on to him as much as you can even though he’s not going anywhere, not since Molly rang him in a right state, pregnant by a shit husband.

“Roy,” you say softly as not to wake George, “d’you think I’m going to fuck him up?”

Roy asks, “What?” in the gentle tone he only uses with the people he loves.

“I’m worried that I’m going to fuck him up,” you say. “I know we’ve talked about it before but I just can’t shake the feeling that I’m going to do everything wrong. You and Molly… you always fucking know exactly what to do. I don’t. I got pregnant on accident with your arch-nemesis-turned-best-friend-” (“he’s not my best friend,” Roy mouths) “-and I’m worried that it’s all going to go to shit.”

Roy rests his cheek on top of your head. It’s strange. He knows you’re an adult but there’s always a part of him that sees you as that five year old who was crying because her parents were never around, and her brother was leaving her again.

“It’s not going to go to shit,” he whispers. “Molls knows everything because she’s a fucking know-it-all. I don’t know fucking shit, don’t know where you got that idea. You’re a fucking amazing mum. You’d fucking do anything for George, yeah? I’m always here for you and Jamie” (god, Roy can’t believe he’s about to defend fucking Tartt) “Jamie loves you, fucking annoying as it is, and he’s not going to fuck things either.”

You still look worried, but George chooses that moment to sigh and burrow into your chest.

Roy says, “See? He doesn’t think you’re shit,” and the furrows in your brow smooth a little bit.

The lock turns in the front door and Jamie comes in with a grocery bag.

“Kid’s asleep?” he whispers. You nod and he plops the bag on the ground, coming to sit on your other side.

Jamie kisses your temple and runs a hand over George’s back.

“Mental that he was in your stomach once, ain’t it?” he comments, and Roy snorts out a laugh.

“Mental,” you agree hooking one leg around Jamie’s.

Roy asks, “The fuck are you doing here, you’re supposed to be at training,” and Jamie doesn’t even bat an eye just returns, “Coach let us go early,” even though you know he’s lying by the way the corner of his mouth twitches.

Roy probably knows too, but only because he can smell a rat a mile away, but he doesn’t say anything. 

Jamie turns back to you. “Little lad’s doin’ alright, babe?”

“Yeah,” you say. “Roy says he’ll probably sleep for a while, and I thought we’d do takeaway for dinner.”

Jamie kisses you again and says, “You’re doing great, you know that?”

Tears begin to slide down your face and he looks to Roy in alarm. 

Roy just shakes his head. “She’s fine,” he says.

“I fucking love you,” you croak out, and Roy feels like an outsider, like he’s present for something he shouldn’t be. He moves to get up but your hand shoots out and grabs his wrist and all of the sudden he’s twenty again, watching you cry and beg him not to leave.

“Don’t go,” you plead, so he stays. He stays and has exactly one feeling about it, a feeling he would never vocalize, something about family and familiarity and maybe a little bit about coming home.

#jamie tartt x reader #jamie tartt fanfiction #jamie tartt imagine #jamie tartt x y/n #jamie tartt x you #jamie tartt #ted lasso

[mypoisonedvine]

i’m obsessed with the love bites verse! i loved jealous eddie but know all i can think of is jealous reader when she sees some girl hitting on eddie and then goes feral, just wearing his jacket and then riding him on his van to remind him that she might belong to him but he definitely belongs to her too 😌

You really, really wanted to like her. She seemed nice, she had great style, she just... she really needed to keep her hands to herself. Or, at least, off of your man.

Gale Penbrook made quite a splash at Hawkins High with her grunge look, dyed-black hair and smudged eyeliner and ripped tights. Even more than that, she got attention for her constant antics, getting dress coded just about daily and talking back to teachers.

She certainly got the attention of your boyfriend, who was always looking for kindred spirits and troublemakers to bond with. Still, did they have to bond like this?

"Oh my god!" she laughed loudly, grabbing his arm through the sleeve of his denim jacket. He was laughing, too, and looking at her-- fuck, it made your blood boil just as much as it made your heart sting. You weren't sure if he knew, but she was coming onto him... strongly, too.

He said something else, you couldn't hear exactly what, and she laughed even harder, tossing her head back. Jesus, she was laying it on thick, like she didn't even care that you were watching from across the cafeteria.

You hadn't even gotten all your food yet, but you darted out of the line with your tray just so you could storm over to the table. The one day you forget to pack your own lunch and it's the day you needed most not to leave those two alone at the Hellfire table...

You slammed your food down, seeming to startle them. "Hi!" you said sharply.

"Hey, babe," Eddie replied. "We were just talking about--"

"So, Gale," you turned to her, "must be hard at a new school and all, trying to adjust and meet all the new people. Maybe I should help you find a guy!"

A guy that isn't already taken, maybe...

Gale cleared her throat, leaning away from Eddie slightly. "Uh, honestly, I haven't thought about getting a boyfriend yet..."

"Well, maybe you should," you cooed, leaning forward onto the table and propping your chin up with your fists. "I mean, new school, new town-- lots of new boys to go out with!"

Eddie gave you a confused look.

And then there was the next day, when you told Eddie you were chilly while walking into school together, just to wear his jacket all day. You'd been hoping that would be enough to stake your claim, but when you exited into the hallway after class, you found her there with him by his locker, checking out his rings.

Feeling rage bubble up in the back of your throat, you stormed across the hall and grabbed him by his shirt, slamming him into a sudden kiss.

"H-hey," he mumbled into it, hesitating for just a second before resting his hands on your waist, pulling your body closer to his.

"Missed you," you replied, pulling back just enough to smirk as you looked up at him and his wide-eyed gaze before moving your lips with his once more.

You caught Gale in the corner of your eye, before you shut them, looking a little uncomfortable. Good! It's the least she deserved, after making you feel like a third wheel in your own relationship.

You licked across his tongue just before you broke away again, and fought the urge to smile when you saw him slowly blink his eyes open. He looked totally dumbfounded, spellbound, obsessed... just the way you liked him. "Can we... um, go somewhere?" you whispered to him, blinking up at him shyly and biting your lip.

"R-right now?" he stammered. "The bell's about to ring, and I was just talking to Gale--"

"Skip your next class," you instructed, "come talk to me... I need you, Ed."

He took in a breath before nodding, squeezing your waist a little. "Okay, let's... let's go to, uh... let's go somewhere."

As soon as he had you up on that bathroom counter, you couldn't stop pulling him closer, you couldn't stop kissing him deeper, you needed more-- you needed everything.

"Baby, baby," he soothed with a smile, "slow down--"

"Fuck me," you pleaded. "God, Ed, please? Please, right now-- need you right now--"

"Sweetheart," he sighed, holding your shoulders and stroking them gently. "What's gotten into you lately? I mean, I'm not exactly complaining, but... you've been all over me. And it's great, it just doesn't... I dunno, it doesn't feel right. Is something wrong?"

You bit your lip, sighing and looking away. "I... it's complicated."

"Are you sure it's complicated," he whispered, tilting his head to try to meet your gaze, "or are you just afraid to tell me? Because babe, I promise you can tell me anything."

You looked down, too afraid to look at him when you said it. "It's Gale."

"...Gale?" he repeated. "Gale makes you want to throw yourself all over me?"

"No! Well, yeah, kinda," you mumbled. "Uh, she's just been hanging around you a lot. And she's nice, but she's... she's so..."

"What?" he pressed.

"She's your type!" you blurted out, continuing when you caught his confused stare. "You know, the grunge stuff-- she wears shirts for the bands you like, she acts out just like you do. She's so cool and she's obviously into you--"

"Babe," he interjected, reaching up to hold your cheek in his hand and guide you to look at him. "Are you... jealous? Of Gale?"

You sighed shakily. "I'm just worried that... that since you and her have more in common--"

"Woah, hey," he soothed, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "I love you, but you sound insane right now."

You whined, rolling your eyes. "Eddie--"

"No, really listen to me," he demanded. "I'm not into cheerleaders."

You looked up at him, wrinkling your eyebrows together, feeling your heart sting. Could this be the beginning of the end?

"I'm not into punk chicks either," he replied. "I'm into you. You're my girl. Gale's cool, don't get me wrong, and I like her look-- but I love everything about you. I love that you listen to The Smiths and Madonna. I love your uniform and I love that when you're not wearing it, you look like you're going to Sunday school or something. And it's not because I've always dreamed of having a preppy girlfriend or something. I just want you!"

He shook your shoulders a little bit at the last part, for emphasis, and you couldn't help but smile.

"I can't believe I'm having to tell you this but--" he sighed, and got very serious-- "I have no interest in Gale, of... that variety. She's a friend. And if she makes you uncomfortable, she won't be a friend anymore. I love you, okay?"

You nodded shyly, looking down at your hands in your lap, swinging your legs where they dangled off the bathroom counter.

"Say it back," he pleaded gently.

"I love you too," you smiled, meeting his stare again. "It's okay if you're still friends with her-- but she needs to stop touching you, it drives me fucking crazy--"

"Okay, honey," he cooed, leaning in and kissing your temple. "You trust me, don't you? You know I only want you?"

You nodded again. "Yeah, Eddie, I know."

He kissed down the side of your face, stepping up closer to the counter to press himself up against you. "Aaaaand you know I'm really digging the way you look in my jacket, don't you?" he purred, and you bit your lip.

"Yeah," you smiled. "I think tonight you should come over and see how you dig seeing me in just your jacket."

He groaned through his teeth, his fingers digging into your waist. "That's... I like that idea, yeah."

"And, I was thinking," you continued, walking your fingers up his chest teasingly, "you could... take some pictures? You know, for safekeeping."

"God," he laughed thinly, grabbing your hips and pulling them to the edge of the counter so you could feel his erection pressed up to your core, "I can't believe you ever thought I could want anybody else, babe."

#love bites verse #eddie munson x reader

[merakiarchives]

Watching it Sprout

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A/N: Part 2 of: Finding your Roots, also creds to the original artist for the Bryon drawing: here!. & creds to the original artist for the Lorsan drawing: here!

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Characters: Bryon x GN! Reader x Lorsan

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Genre: Fluff, Fic

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Warnings: Two uses of (Y/N), Bryon & Lorsan refer to you as 'little tulip'/'tulip'

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You sigh, walking out of the forgery with a yawn and a small stretch. The golden hue of the setting sun resting across your features. A movement by a nearby stand catches your eye. Adjusting your bag on your shoulder, you carefully head out and walk towards the movement.

Sighing slightly you notice it was Lorsan, the as you now put him, annoying wilder. He quickly walked towards you, his cape following slowly behind him. "Hi... I know I came off a little strong this morning. So, let me please rephrase everything." He chuckles, rubbing his neck embarrassed.

"Okay.. Hello, My name is Lorsan. I am a wilder from the Dark Forest. And I'm really sorry that I assumed you were another Wilder." He apologizes.

"Ah.. no you're fine. Please don't worry about it. My name is (Y/N) " You chuckle, "You mentioned something about the Dark Forest.. correct? You seemed surprised that I've never been there..?" Raising an eyebrow, you begin to walk towards a nearby cafe.

He nods, quickly following behind you. "Yeah.. most Wilders.. or uhm. elves.. come from the Dark Forest. Some move of course, maybe travel sometimes. But not many have never been there ever." He explains, his ears twitching slightly when he notices you're confused.

"Very well then.. I'm going to go get something to eat for my dinner. If you're interested. I'd like if you could tell me more about the Dark Forest." You shrug, opening the door to the cafe and offering him to go inside.

"Thank you. I feel like you should at least experience what it's like to be in the Dark Forest. Especially because I, feel like you should have been at least there once." He sighs, walking inside and looking up at the menu

Quickly ordering the food, you both sit down and a booth and continue your conversation about the Dark Forest. Eventually Lorsan had somehow convinced you to come with him and travel back to the forest.

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The next morning, you quickly get ready for the day of adventuring you'd be going against. Lorsan had hurried you almost immediately out of the door when you woke up. Only being met with a groan and one-too-many complaints from you.

Muttering curses at the Wilder as you carefully walked down the busy streets of Holistone, a few pieces of bread and some meat as your breakfast. Lorsan, sighed as you continued to stumble behind him. Quickly stopping at the forgery to let Bowa know that you might not be there for a bit, before continuing to the Dark Forest.

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As you both made it to the Dark Forest by sundown, you had almost passed out not once, but three times on your journey. Lorsan every so slightly ignoring your pleas to stop had him carrying you for a few miles or so. Not to mention the occasional gruglin or five.

A tall, blonde wilder met you both at the 'Horizon Village' as Lorsan called it. Lorsan quickly went to go talk with the stranger as you were left quickly trying to catch up from behind the two.

"Oh! That, and I've brought a Holistone citizen back to the forest with me. They seems to be a wilder but.. they claim they have never been to the forest." He explains, stopping and turning around. Causing the other to do the same.

"So I've heard. Elona has been quite handy with making sure you're okay. That, and I don't need more of Erionn and Lyca's constant pestering about watching 'their little brother' for them." He chuckles. Turning to you and offering a smile. "Hello, My name is Bryon. A wind-whisperer, as you may assume. Lorsan's fellow Wilder."

"Hi, My name is (Y/n) Wonderful to meet you." You smile, your attention snapping to one of the guard's broken swords. "Here.. I can fix that." You mutter walking towards the guard and taking his sword with care.

Without a second to spare, you quickly made your way to the forge in the Village working on the sword and occasionally getting the side-glance from the Wilder's forge-smith.

After you were done, a crowd of a few wilders had gathered. Watching you with curiosity and envy, smiles and a few applause as you returned the sword to the guard with a nod.

"They’re quite strange.. Lorsan, I'm quite sure we should consult with Arden for any possible lineage. They holds the personality and looks of a wilder. Just.. how have they not been to the forest?" Bryon hums, carefully whispering to the bunny-eared wilder.

"Yeah.. good idea. Maybe keep an eye on the little tulip?" Lorsan shrugs, catching your eyes and smiling with a thumbs up, "Oh? Catching feelings Lorsan?" Bryon chuckles.

"Not like you haven't- you barely talk to people in the first place!" Lorsan retorts, punching Bryon in the shoulder. "Just saying.. the little tulip is quite cute though." Bryon shrugs.

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#meraki_archive writes #afk journey x reader #afk arena x reader #afk arena #afk journey

[loveneversleepss]

Santa Tell Me (regular version)

Inspired by Ariana grandes song

Pairing: Lee Know x female reader

Genre: Established relationship, Christmas time, living with the members.

Warnings: none basically.. pretty pg-13 besides kissing, comedy tho 😁, clingy Lee know

W.C:

Naughty version here..

“Baby?” You wake up to Lee know nudging you awake softly, he places a kiss on your cheek. You groan softly as you turn over, head to his chest as you drift off back into sleep. “You have to wake up,” he caresses your cheek softly. Your head comes up against his chest as you let it softly pat against him. Your eyes slowly blink open, your head follows your eyes as you trail up to his face.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you sigh heavily and push his face away. “Hey! You can’t be mean on Christmas..” he pouts as you sit up straight. “It’s not Christmas yet, it’s only Christmas Eve,” you rub your eyes and adjust to the morning brightness. You slouch your back and turn around to see Lee Know practically throwing a tantrum, hitting the pillow and burying his face into it. You tsk and look at the mirror in front of the bed, you attempt to untangle the rats nest your hair has become overnight with your hands.

“Did you sleep good at least,” he asks and you dramatically turn your head fast to him, giving him a death glare. “Yes, until someone woke me up,” you throw a pillow at him and he catches it. “Well sorryyyy, I missed my girlfriend,” he smiles cheekily at you but his charm doesn’t work on you so early in the mornings. “Don’t start, I’m half-awake..”

You hear a loud commotion coming from somewhere in the dorm, you turn to Lee know. “Guess the boys are up, come on. Time to get ready,” you drag your legs down off the edge of the bed and reluctantly take steps to the door. You open it to meet face to face with a frozen Felix, carrying plastic containers bigger than him. You raise your eyebrow and continue past him to the restroom, not your problem.

You stumble into the bathroom and begin your morning routine; washing your face, brushing your teeth, skincare, etc.. You decide after all you want to take a shower. You turn on the shower and begin to undress, just then, a knock at the door.. more like a bang actually. “OPEN, I NEED TO POOP!” Lee know pushes against the door, you roll your eyes and wrap a tower around you, not to conceal yourself from Lee know. But from the others who might pass by the door when you open it. You open it slightly and he storms in.

“You’re welcome,” you close the door and step into the shower. Dropping the towel behind you, you sigh as the hot water flows down your body. You hear a video playing from his phone, he does it so you can’t hear him doing his business. You hear the loud flush of the toilet and know he’s done, “you want me to join you?” You hear the facet running. Don’t get it wrong, you love showering with him. But the mornings are your time alone, your space to relax. “Um, maybe tomorrow?” He sighs and you hear the door shut.

You feel a little bad, you’ve been neglecting him all morning. You’ll make it up to him for Christmas. You finish up your shower and go into your shared bedroom to find clothes in the closet. In your towel, the cold air sends chills down your back. “Cold, baby?” He appears from behind you, his warm hands place on your shoulders. They drag down and wraps around your waist, his head lays on your shoulder. “Missed me?” You tease him and reach for clothes. “Mhm, a lot,” he turns you around and leans in for a kiss. You let him and give a small peck.

“Hyunggg,” an eager Jeongin knocks at the door. You smile and continue your task as Lee know stumbles to the door. You hear them whispering to each other but it doesn’t faze you as you dress in the closet. You walk out and see he’s getting ready too. In unusual outfit, like he’s going out to dinner or something.. “are you going somewhere?” You ask while drying the tips of your hair. “We.. we are going somewhere,” he walks to you, confusion written all over your face.

“Where are we going?” He kisses your cheek as his hands linger around your waist. “A small trip, the boys are going but.. it’s a better place than here. Way bigger,” he explains as he pulls his shoes on. “Dress more warm okay? I’ll wait for you in the living room. Oh, and we’re staying until tomorrow.” Great. You grab a set of pajamas and more clothes and stuff it into a bag. You begin to wonder where you’re going and what Lee Know has gotten you for Christmas. You pull some boots on and warmer clothes. Completing the look with a beanie and you’re ready.

“Ready,” you grab his hand as you wander into the living room. He grabs your bag and leads you outside. The boys come outside, nosy as ever, and load their belongings too. Everyone pairs up in threes, you, Lee know and Han, apparently he wanted to spend quality time with your boyfriend. Whatever that means.. the time it takes to get to the spot was about an hour. Lee know drove and you had fallen asleep for a couple minutes while Han and him were talking. You heard the keys jingle to shut off the car and he nudged you softly. The snow began to fall as soon as you got out the car.

Your eyes meet with a wooden cabin, surrounded by pine trees that stretch for miles. Very Christmasy and beautiful. He grabs a hold of your hand and walks inside with you. “How about you take this and go find a room for us, hmm?” He whispers into your ear then kisses your head. You listen as you observe your surroundings. “Y/n,” Chan calls you. “You guys can have the only room on this floor. It’s the nicest.” You smile, “thank you, how sweet.”

You walk into the room, the bed covered with white sheets like snow. A queen sized bed, enough room for 4 people. What catches your eye is a fireplace in front of the bed. A rug in front with a couch not far. A tv hangs from above the fireplace. Very cozy. You find it has a bathroom and walk in closet and set down your belongings. The room has a glass sliding door out into a balcony. You stand in front of it but don’t want the cold snow to get inside. “Ooo, this is niceee.” Lee Knows voice makes you smile. 

He closes the door and sets his beanie on the bed. He jumps onto the bed like the toddler he is while you go in front of the fireplace. “We can turn it on later if you want,” you turn to see him laying on one hand on his side. You nod your head, “I would like that.” He sits up, “come here.” You walk to the side of the bed, he pulls you on top of him. You get comfortable as your head rises and falls with his breathing. “It’s so nice here..” you whisper, you haven’t been to a place like this in a while. He rubs his hand down your back, soothing you.

“Shall we go see the tree they have?” You sit up quickly while nodding your head. You jump off the bed while he closely follows as you make your way back to the start. He holds your hand as you search for the main room. A tree almost 8 feet tall takes your breath away. There’s presents underneath as the members brought them. Your present to lee know and his to you. You didn’t realize the sun was already going down. The boys are what you assume is the kitchen, drinking wine and preparing for dinner.

The dinner was beautiful, the boys telling stories as they get sentimental a bit. Laughs and cheers were heard all that night. But you couldn’t wait for present opening time, it quickly turned midnight. You had gotten Lee know a trip with his parents to wherever they wanted. You figured they needed some quality time, while you got to babysit his cats 😈. He jumped into your arms as he thanked you for the gift. It was your turn to open the presents. It was a small box so you figured it was jewelry of some sort.

You pulled out a beautiful ring, nothing like you haven’t seen before. A promise ring, engraved with your initials and the date of your anniversary. You teared up a bit as you immediately put it on. You jumped into his arms as well and thanked him over and over again. The night was over and you made your way back into the room with him.

As he promised, he lit the fireplace and you two sat in front of it. He played soft music on the tv as you admired the fireplace. You laughed to yourself, “what’s so funny?” He asks you softly, you turn your head to look at him. “I’m just glad to be with you here,” you fidget with the ring he got you. He kisses you softly, but breaks away after a few seconds. Not wanting to ruin the moment with lust. But you know he respects your desire overall, he would if you wanted it. So you do the only thing you can think of.

You push him onto his back as you crawled into his lap, straddling him.. you lean down to kiss him, igniting your internal fires..

~~~ to be continued

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[americaswritings]

When we fall | Part 1

Warnings (for all parts): Fluff, angst!!, description of injuries, blood, violence, use of guns, mentions of death, probably unaccurate policing/medicine

Summary: You moved to Chicago to start a new life. Working as a doctor alongside your brother Connor you make new friends and although you swore to yourself not to let any man in your life at least for a while, your promises fail when you lock eyes with a handsome stranger in a bar.

Words: 6k

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Doctor!Rhodes!reader

A/N: I just started watching Chicago PD (I'm on season 3 now) after I've been watching Fire and Med for years now. I just can't stand Voight so I only began watching for Jay and Burzek! And I am so in love with Jay. Please, this man is perfect. Just look at that handsome face!!

This is going to be a 3 part series I wrote on a whim. Originally I only planned on writing one scene, but then I figured it needed a backstory so this happened...

I have to say I am really proud how it turned out. I was just in such a flow when I wrote it that the story basically wrote itsself. I hope you enjoy and that the characters feel true to themselves :)

You had only began working at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center a few months ago, hesitant to work alongside your brother but knowing it was an opportunity, which would be stupid not to take.

Having moved to Chicago recently to be close with your brother after a messy break-up, you were still adjusting to your new life.

It was why you were more than relieved when you got along well with your co-workers, especially Natalie and her boyfriend Will.

They were understanding of your situation, were never bothered to show you where to find something at the hospital and made you feel welcome from the beginning as they invited you in on their group plans and joked like you were old friends.

Although you still felt a little uncertain at times to work with your brother, who had made himself a name as a brilliant trauma and cardiothoracic surgeon, he had been supportive since your decision to leave your old town behind and start a new life in Chicago.

Maybe, you thought, coming here had been exactly what you needed. A fresh start, a new beginning with new friends and no men to mess with your heart. At least for now.

“I told you I have sworn off men”, you sighed, shaking your head in amusement at Natalie’s try to play matchmaker. “They’re trouble. I don’t need that in my life right now.”

“Hey!” Will send you a look, though you knew he wasn’t mad. “She’s not wrong though”, April stated and Ethan next to her grinned. “I mean it though”, you said directed at Natalie. “I just want to focus on myself right now. My job. No dating for now.”

Everyone at the table nodded and you relaxed, glad you had found these people, who respected and supported you. “Cheers to that!” April raised her glass and you did the same when you noticed yours was empty.

With a groan you pushed yourself out of your seat and up, gesturing towards the bar. “I’m going to get another drink. Anyone want something?” They all shook their heads, already moving onto another topic.

As you made your way over to the counter you studied the people around you, trying to determine who was a cop, a firefighter and who a regular. Right in the beginning the others had introduced you to Mollys, claiming it was Chicago’s bar where first responders spend their time after shift.

Figuring it might come in handy to memorize some faces you let your gaze drift over the sea of people, recognizing a few men that Connor had once told you worked at the CFD. They were laughing loudly, beers in hand as they seemed to be talking enthusiastically about something.

At the table next to theirs your gaze came to a hold, your eyes caught by a man you had never seen before but looked slightly familiar. Your brows furrowed as you rummaged in your head for something that connected you to him, but you couldn’t find anything.

The people who sat with him didn’t look familiar either, consisting of men and one woman with chestnut hair. Your eyes drifted back to the man, who had caught your attention, his brown hair styled neatly and his hands wrapped around a bottle of beer that he just raised to his lips.

You didn’t meant to stare, but you were mesmerized, torn between trying to determine why he looked so familiar and captured by his effortless handsomeness.

He wore a green shirt, making you think his eyes were the same shade, although it was hard to know with the distance between you.

He seemed relaxed, leant back in his seat but listening to the others conversation attentively. Having sensed someone’s eyes on him he suddenly looked up, his eyes searching the room for a split second before they fell onto you.

Your face heat up as a blush crept up your cheeks, knowing you had missed your chance to turn away. The man raised his brows slightly, in confusion just as much as amusement it seemed, before he lightly lifted his bottle, as if he was saying cheers.

You clutched your glass a little tighter, glad that it had been refilled in the time you had spent gawking at him, and copied the movement, an unstable smile on your lips. Then you turned away, meeting Stella’s gaze from the other side of the bar.

The two of you had met when she had been at the hospital for smoke inhaling a while ago and you had clicked almost instantly, connected by your determination to hold your own in a field still dominated by men. And by your past with toxic relationships as you found out later.

“What was that?”, she asked, a teasing grin tugging at the corner of her lips as her eyes flickered between you and the man behind you. A part of you wanted to ask if he was still watching you, the other longed to forget it had ever happened.

“I don’t know.” You let out a dramatic sigh. “Can we just forget it ever happened?”

Stella’s face lit up, her curls dancing around her face as she shook her head. “Yeah, you wish. But that was definitely something.”

You exhaled, pinching your nose. “Thank you for the drink.” You saw Stella open her mouth in protest at your ignoration of her words, but before she could say anything else you send her an apologetical smile and hurried off.

No one seemed to have noticed your encounter and you slipped into the booth with ease, trying hard not to steal another glance at the unknown man a few tables away.

No men, you reminded yourself. Right now you needed to focus on getting your life together, not getting your heart broken by a handsome stranger.

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“Dr. (Y/l/n)?” “Yeah?”, your head shot up from where you had filled out paper work. Because Connor and you were only half-sibling, you didn’t share the same last name, something you had been more than glad over when stepping foot in this hospital for the first time.

No one knew where you came from and that you shared genes with the successful Dr. Rhodes and you had left it at that at first, wanting to make your own impression first before dropping the information.

You could still remember their shocked faces, the questions, but most of all the excitement as they asked what Connor had been like growing up. If you had any embarrassing stories to tell or photos to show.

You didn’t, keeping them to yourself for now, because you hadn’t come here to make fun of your brother. He had been your rock through your breakup and your move here, something you were so grateful for you feared you would never be able to show him just how much.

“We have someone hit bit a bullet waiting in the three.” Your eyes widened. “Why didn’t they come with an ambulance?”, you asked, grabbing your iPad along the way.

Maggie waved off your comment, chuckling. “Cops. You know how they are.”

Actually, you didn’t. Coming from a small town you had no experience with shootings and gangs and many of the other trauma causes that were common here in Chicago. It was why you had been so excited about your job offer at the hospital.

Although you were still adjusting to the changes of living in a city and there were downsides you hadn’t considered before, you liked it. It felt so different, giving you the sense that in this city everything could be possible.

So many options and so many possibilities, as if you could completely reinvent yourself. It was thrilling, making you wonder how you had ever lived without the adrenaline rush of stepping into a busy ER.

Quickly scanning the information on your tablet you pulled open the curtain, clamping the iPad under your arm as you disinfected your hands.

“Hi, I’m doctor (y/l/n) and you are?” You glanced up, startled as you met the eyes of a familiar stranger. The man in front of you grinned, seemingly better at covering up his surprise. “Shouldn’t it say my name on your tablet?”

He didn’t sound rude, only a little sarcastic and perhaps even teasing. You gulped, trying to recompose yourself. “Right. I just prefer getting to know my patients myself than just relying on numbers and letters.”

You didn’t see his reaction when you grabbed your iPad again, glancing down at it. “So your name is Jay Hal-” “Halstead”, he finished for you and you looked up at him again.

It made sense now, why he had seemed so familiar to you nights ago at Mollys. “You’re Will’s brother.” The man in front of you, Jay, as you knew now, raised a brow. “Have you considered becoming a detective?”

He was mocking you, again, and you were tempted to smack him with your iPad. “So-”, he paused, letting his eyes drift over you. You felt your body tense under his gaze, cop’s eyes, and stood a little straighter.

“You were watching me at Mollys.”

You pressed your lips into a thin line, biting your tongue. You could only hope the embarrassment that began to sink in didn’t show.

“I was not watching you”, you stated and he raised a brow, daring you to explain yourself. “I just thought you looked familiar, but I couldn’t figure out why. Now it makes sense.”

You turned halfway towards the door, gesturing to the halls where somewhere his brother was treating another patient.

“I don’t think that’s the whole truth.”

You almost gasped at the confidence in his voice, instead blowing out a breath. “It definitely was.”

He shook his head, smiling. “I don’t buy it.”

There were many things you wanted to say to him, but you swallowed them, knowing it was no use. He clearly enjoyed teasing you, so you wouldn’t give him more fuel.

Instead you let out a sigh, shifting into professionality. “So, Mr. Halstead”, you began. “Jay is fine.” You tried not to let his interruption let you lose your string again and nodded. “Jay, you’re here for a bullet wound on your left upper arm?”

Jay nodded, his eyes- they really were green- bright. Pulling on your gloves you decided it was time to reclaim your own position a little. “And you decided to just walk in here instead of coming with an ambulance? Seems a little reckless, don’t you think?”

He raised one brow at your question. “It’s just a graze. I wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for my boss.” He rolled his eyes, making you wonder what his boss was like.

“Seems like your boss is a lot smarter than you”, you muttered, but to your surprise Jay grinned. “You’re new here, right? At least I’ve never seen you here before. Do you always talk to patients like that?”

You shrugged, unbothered by his words as you stepped close to him to take a look at his arm. You didn’t know what had gotten into you to talk to him like that, but you had the feeling with him it was fine. That he could take it, perhaps even enjoyed it over your dry professionalism.

“Only to the ones I like best”, you said with sarcasm in your voice, too focused on inspecting his wound to check his expression.

Jay didn’t move under your touch, allowing you to move his arm before you let it go again. He had done this before, probably multiple times. It was why he was so unbothered, perhaps even annoyed to waste his time here on something that seemed unsignificant to him.

For a moment you were tempted to ask him how he could choose a job that demanded such sacrifice, but you didn’t know him and you doubted he would give you an honest answer. Not that you could blame him. You were practically strangers.

And was your job much different? Although you had never been hurt and doubted it would ever happen, you were still making countless of sacrifices for it. Taking on extra shifts, working through the nights, staying longer to take more time for your patients and putting their health over your own sometimes.

“It’s just a graze shot”, you said when you were done inspecting the wound, ignoring his look that seemed to say “told you”.

“But you still need to be careful with it. Give it rest, avoid any rapid movements, don’t lift too heavy with it…I think you know.”

Jay nodded, watching you remove your gloves. “Does that happen often?” He tilted his head in question and you bit your lip. “I mean, you- getting shot on the job.”

“Are you asking if I come here often?” His lips were curled into a lopsided grin, looking way too handsome on his features. You rolled your eyes at his teasing, ignoring the way your heart beat a little faster in your chest. “Forget it”, you stated, throwing your gloves into the bin.

“I am going to tell one of the residents to come and bandage the wound. Then you’re free to go.”

But before you could move the curtain again and leave the room you heard Jay’s voice behind you. “Wait.”

You paused, turning back to him slowly. For the first time he wore a serious expression, his jaw twitching.

“I’m with the Intelligence”, he stated, in a way that told you the name should ring a bell. It didn’t. You were too new to know much about it.

Jay seemed to sense it by your lack of a reaction to his words. “We’re…very involved in the City.”

Whatever that meant. You tilted your head in question. “You mean with the gangs?”

Jay shifted. “Voight, my boss, he can be very- intense.”

You nodded slowly, taking in his guarded expression. It was a topic you wouldn’t pry at. “And you’re okay with it? I mean- you’re just so…casual about this.”

You bit your lip, hesitant to ask him but curious as well. The cops in your home town had barely ever used their weapon to the point you sometimes even doubted they were able to.

Jay shrugged nonchalantly. “Before I worked for the CPD I was in the army. I’ve been through a lot worse than a graze. Getting shot at is just another part of my job.”

A veteran.

In such a short amount of time Jay had revealed so much to you. Suddenly you had a lot more respect for the man in front of you and you wondered if that was his way of coping, covering up his battle wounds and scars with sarcasm and wit.

You swallowed, trying to find words. But none seemed fitting. “Sounds like I will be seeing you here often then.” You kept your voice emotionless, although the thought of seeing Jay regularly made your heart speed up a little. Of course you would prefer different circumstances.

Damn his handsome face and wit.

He grinned slightly, shifting the atmosphere back to something lighter. “Don’t get too excited. I prefer staying bullet free.” “As you should.”

Typing something into your iPad you gave Jay a final nod. “Stay safe out there.” Then you turned to the door, already halfway out when you heard his voice again.

“I don’t even know your name.”

You froze, smiling to yourself when you tried not to put too much weight into the fact that he had called you back a second time. It seemed almost as if he didn’t want you to leave just yet.

But you pushed the thought aside, knowing it was pointless. You couldn’t let yourself get distracted so easily.

Turning back to him you put on a polite smile.

“You’re a detective, figure it out.”

You were surprised by your own confidence, but with Jay you didn’t feel shy or insecure. He made you feel like you could say anything and he wouldn’t mind. The type of man that didn’t get upset easily, so comfortable with who he was that it took a lot to get him to lose his temper.

“I could just ask my brother, you know.”

You shrugged, unimpressed. “If that lets you sleep at night, sure.”

You left the room smiling to yourself and it took you another few minutes to calm your rapid heart and collect yourself.

-

“You didn’t tell me you have a brother!” “What?” Will looked up from the computer, startled by the way you had barged into the break room.

Your shift was over and you couldn’t wait to get home and relax on the couch, but before that you needed to talk to Will. Because after encountering the other Halstead your mind hadn’t been able to let go of what had happened between the two of you. The way he had looked at you, teased you. How he had made you feel nervous and confident in just a matter of moments.

“Why didn’t you tell me you have a brother?” You leaned on the desk, sure that you had Will’s full attention now. “You didn’t tell us you had a brother the first few weeks either.”

“That’s different.” You shook your head. “And I did tell you. So…?”

Will leaned back in his chair, stretching his back. “I didn’t think it mattered. I would have introduced you eventually but- wait, is Jay here?”

You bit your tongue, feeling a little caught. You hadn’t thought that maybe Jay didn’t want his brother to know what had happened. But it was too late now, and anyway, how should you have known?“

"He was. He is fine though.” You kept your words vague, aware that you weren’t allowed to share personal information with Will. Even if they were brothers.

Will let out a sigh. “That idiot. Probably got himself in trouble again.” He reached for his phone across the desk and you quickly got up, straightening.

“You didn’t get it from me”, you threw in before Will could drag you into it and he looked up at you with curiosity in his eyes. “I wasn’t going to mention you.”

“Oh.” You nodded, feeling relieved yet a little flustered. Will studied you with attentive eyes, reminding you of his brother for a second before his expression shifted into suspicion.

“So you met Jay.” He said it in a way that proposed something meaningful behind his words, but you couldn’t figure out why. “I did.” You shifted your weight to the balls of your feet before swaying forward again. A nervous habit. “I bet he’s the younger one.”

“He is, yeah.”

You suppressed a grin. It made so much sense. “So I should probably head home now. I got the early shift tomorrow.”

“Right.” Will nodded, the phone in his hands seemingly forgotten as his eyes were still fixed on you. “Did something happen between you and my brother?”

Your heart sank a little. Were you really so obvious? “I told you I’ve sworn off men. And your brother is- annoying.”

You wished the last part didn’t sound like it came straight from a five year old’s mouth, but it was too late to take back.

“Trust me, I know that.” Will let out a sigh, but you could see the fondness in his eyes. The gesture alone told you they had a close relationship.

A cop and a doctor. What a pair.

“Well, I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

-

Weeks had passed since you had last seen Jay. He hadn’t shown up in the hospital again, which you were both glad for and disappointed at, and since you had been taking on extra shifts for a sick co-worker, you had spent almost all your time at the hospital or passed out in your bed.

“You haven’t gone out with us in weeks!” Sylvie was currently trying to convince you to come to Mollys. You had gotten to know her through Stella and the two of you had gotten along well, her sweet and kind nature something that made you feel comfortable around her instantly.

Although you had quickly learned not to underestimate the girl. She was working with a bunch of guys after all and had learned to stand her ground with them.

Sylvie could be very persistent, you realized again when she had called you to invite you to a girl’s night out. “Stella won’t be working today, so it’s our chance to spend the night as just us girls.”

You gnawed your lip, thinking. You were tired, craving your couch and tv more than going out again, but Sylvie wasn’t wrong, you had been mostly on your own the past days. Being a little social and getting out of your own apartment would probably be good.

“Urgh, fine”, you groaned. “But you’re paying my first drink.” You knew Sylvie was smiling triumphantly on the other end of the line. “Deal.” “Now get your ass over here!” It was Stella’s voice in the background and you chuckled. “You are the worst!”

“And you love us anyway”, she chirped and you hung up, shaking your head with a smile on your face.

You hadn’t thought about impressing anyone when getting ready, but you were more than glad you had put a little effort into your outfit and make-up when you stepped into Molly’s that night, your getup like a wall build around you.

“You came!” Stella crossed the room, her voice loud enough for a couple of heads to turn towards you. You could kill her for drawing attention to you, but you forced a smile onto your lips instead, trying not to look at anyone except her.

“Hey”, you muttered, shrugging out of your coat and hugging her. “Wow, girl you look stunning!” Stella’s eyes flashed up and down your body as she let go, a smirk on her face.

“A little quieter, please?”, you almost whispered, aware that you still had the attention of the people around you. Stella seemed either completely oblivious to it all or unbothered, because she grinned at you. “Looking like that you will draw attention to you whether you like it or not!”

You felt your cheeks heat up a little, glad when you spied Sylvie making her way over. “I told her not to make a scene, but she wouldn’t listen. You know how she is!”

You hugged her too, smiling as Stella let out a breath. “I did not make a scene. And I’m standing right here, you know?”

Laughing, the three of you made your way to the back, where you slipped into a booth, your drink already waiting for you. “You know me so well”, you told Stella as you took your first sip, relaxing a little now that the attention had mostly vanished.

“I got you, girl!” Stella winked at you, before launching into a story about their newest rescue. Soon you were enveloped in laughter and smiles, the stress of the last days forgotten for the night.

Only when Stella declared it was time for another round of drinks you felt the exhaustion return to your body. “I think I’m going to head home”, you told them, stretching a little in your seat. “Early shift tomorrow?”, Sylvie asked and you nodded.

“You’re way too selfless, taking on all these extra shifts”, Stella pointed out, but you waved her off. “I’m the new one, so it’s fine. Helps me get to know everyone and everything better and it’s not like I have much to do in this city yet. I only got my gym membership, but I didn’t really have time to look for anything else.”

“See? That’s exactly why you need time off! You should be out exploring the city!” You smiled at Stella’s enthusiasm. “It’s not like it won’t be here tomorrow. I’m planning on staying here, so there’s plenty of time to get to know it all.”

Sylvie offered you a smile. “I’m glad you do. I know it can be quite an adjustment to move to a big city like Chicago, but it will feel like your home in no time.”

You felt your heart squeeze painfully in your chest as you thought back to the past months, which had been filled with nothing but heartbreak, loss and a turmoil of emotions. Even as you had decided to start a new life in Chicago, you had been filled with fear and uncertainty, scared to make the wrong call yet again.

Never could you have imagined to find a job, that was so challenging, but gave you a sense of purpose and a group of friends, that felt like you had met them long ago.

“It already kind of does”, you admitted, your eyes fixed on the empty glass in front of you before you looked up at them again. They both looked at you with big smiles on their faces and you almost felt tears fill your eyes. It had been a long day.

“We should do this more often”, you told them as you got up and grabbed your coat. “That’s what I said!” Stella nodded.

“And I still need to show you that spinning class. You would love it!” Sylvie sounded so excited that you couldn’t help but chuckle. “I am sure. Just text me and we’ll find something.”

“And you’re sure you can’t stay longer?”

Your eyes drifted to the counter as you considered staying for another drink, but your body felt heavy and almost sore from the day’s work. “Next time. But you two have fun and don’t drink too much”, you winked at them.

As you excited the bar you waved towards a few familiar faces before pulling your coat closer around your body to prepare yourself for Chicago’s cold.

Still you shivered as you stepped outside, pulling out your phone to order an Uber. Something you had only done once before, on your way here, but was an easy and quick way of getting around the city.

It would take a few minutes for your driver to arrive and you realized it would have been a lot smarter to wait inside, but you hadn’t thought of it then and you felt too proud to step inside again.

Pressing your hands together you rubbed them against each other a few times to create heat, before slinging your arms around your torso. Chicago’s harsh winters wasn’t something you hadn’t gotten used to yet, but the promise of snow lingering in the air made it almost worth it.

You heard the faint sound of the door opening and closing behind you so you took a step to the side of the building, not wanting to stand in the way of whoever had just left the bar.

To your surprise the person came to stand beside you, his presence alarming you until you glanced up to find none other than Jay Halstead standing next to you.

Immediately your body relaxed again, as if it knew by instinct his presence meant safety. “That was quite an entrance”, he greeted you, referring to the moment you had stepped into Molly’s.

You felt your cheeks flush at the memory, hoping he couldn’t see it in the dim light of the streetlamp. “I didn’t know you were here.” You kept your eyes trained at the empty street in front of you, willing and dreading the moment your driver came to pick you up.

“I was with the unit”, he said and you turned your head towards him. “Are you here often?” He shrugged, his eyes darting to the building. “I guess so, yeah. It’s the place where everyone comes.”

You nodded silently, contemplating his words. “But if I want to be alone, I go to the bar at the corner North Milwaukee Avenue.” You met his eyes curiously. Was he making recommendations, because you were new in the city or did he have another intention?

“So bars and hospitals. Everywhere else I can expect to run into Jay Halstead?” You didn’t know why you asked, but a part of you wanted to know. Wanted to know more about him, what his life was like, what made him who he was.

Jay grinned faintly. “You make it sound like I’ve got issues.” “Do you? Have issues?” You were teasing and he smirked. “Doesn’t everyone?”

“I don’t think I have.” Even as you said it you knew your words couldn’t be farer from the truth. Hadn’t your issues been what had led you here?

Jay watched you for a moment, seemingly picking up on your change of mood, but sensing you weren’t ready to talk about it. You appreciated it, welcoming the silence to sort your thoughts again.

“So what led you here to Chicago?” His question was innocent and something you had been asked countless of times since your move here, but for some reason you felt the urge to be open with him. No lies or excuses.

And even if Jay barely knew you, you thought he would be able to pick up on it. He must be an excellent detective.

“There were some…things I needed to leave behind.” It was vague, but more than you had told most who had asked. Only the girls knew about your breakup, but even with them you hadn’t shared many details.

Jay didn’t ask further, his grave expression suggesting he understood you better than you might have thought. “Why Chicago?” You glanced away from him, taking in the empty road, the skyline with its lights in the background. “I needed a fresh start, somewhere where no one knew who I am. And I got family here, so it made sense.”

You could feel his eyes on you and you swallowed before facing him again. For a moment your eyes locked, none of you saying anything as you started at each other. Jay was the first one to break the heavy atmosphere, a smile dancing at his lips.

“But you’re not a criminal on the run, are you? Because I would have to arrest you, if you were.” The tension that had risen in your body at the mention of your past vanished and you grinned, relieved about his ability to lighten the atmosphere. “What gave it away?”

Jay leaned a little closer, his eyes glistening. “Maybe the way you always look over your shoulder-” You inhaled. Was that really something you did? “-or that you’re nervous around me, a cop.”

The air you had held escaped you in a surprised sound and you hugged your torso a little tighter. “I’m not nervous around you”, you huffed, shaking your head. Jay grinned.

“How is your arm by the way?” You weren’t interested in talking about yourself any longer, shifting the topic onto him. Your gazes travelled down his arm where his jacket was covering the wound you had inspected. It seemed like forever ago and like yesterday at once.

“It’s good. Voight’s keeping me at a leash, make sure I’m 100% before I get into the field again.” He said it like it wasn’t a big deal, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He missed it, being out there on the streets.

“Sounds reasonable to me.” “Yeah.” Jay nodded, a faraway look in his eyes. It seemed like you weren’t the only one with secrets.

You looked up at the sound of a car nearing, a black car approaching the two of you. Checking your phone you held it up. “That’s my ride.”

But you only managed one step towards it before Jay pulled you back, his hand wrapped around your lower arm. You gazed at it, confused and startled by his reaction and he loosened his grip, his hand falling to his side after a moment.

“You know the guy?”, he asked, pointing to the man that was sitting behind the wheel, an impatient expression on his face.

Slowly you shook your head, your eyes flickering between the car and Jay. “But he’s my ride. See-” you held up your phone to him, but Jay paid it little attention.

“Yeah, no, you’re not climbing into that car”, he stated, his voice firm but not unfriendly. “Wait, what?”

Surprised you watched Jay walk towards the car, waiting for the driver to pull down the window before leaning in. You couldn’t hear what was said, only watched the two speak for a minute.

Their conversation ended with Jay handing the man money, before walking back towards you as the car sped away in the darkness.

“What the hell was that?”, you asked as Jay came to stand beside you again, his body just as relaxed as before. “You’re new in Chicago, right?” You didn’t say anything, knowing it was a question he didn’t expect an answer to.

“You should not be climbing into a car with a stranger. And not in the dark.”

Your head spun as you tried to process what he was implying. “It was just an uber! Everyone does that around here.”

You sounded clueless and defensive, shocked about the sudden change of events. Jay eyed you. “Well, then take it from me to never do that again. At least not alone. Chicago’s not a good place, especially for women, trust me on that one.”

You didn’t know what to say, blinking at him as the impact of it sank in. What if Jay hadn’t stepped outside? You doubted anything would have happened, but what if he was right and you had been reckless? Naive?

“So how am I supposed to get around the city then? Because driving in this traffic is madness.”

For the first time since your interruption Jay smiled again. “You can just ask me. I am much cheaper anyway. And on top you will get to see my face.”

You rolled your eyes over his confidence. “Now that’s a deal I can’t decline”, you muttered, fighting the grin that threatened to spread over your face and failing. Damn it.

“But for real, what am I supposed to do? I can’t just call you all the time I want to go somewhere.”

“It wouldn’t be a problem if we went together.”

Your eyes widened as you almost choked on the air. “You mean a date?”

Jay shrugged, his eyes not meeting yours for only a second. “You can pay me back for saving your ass twice.”

“Twice?”

“Getting into that car for one and saving you from freezing here on the street by driving you home.”

Smooth. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. “Does that work with every woman you’re trying to impress?”

Jay shrugged, fiddling for something in his pocket before pulling out his car keys. You watched a car light up at the other side of the street, following Jay towards it.

“I wouldn’t know. And who says I’m trying to impress you?”

“Maybe because of this whole I’m-a-cop-and-I’m-so-tough-thing.”

Now it was Jay’s turn to chuckle. “That’s not just a thing. So, what are you saying?”

Oh. You bit your lip, considering the thought of going on a date with Jay. Hadn’t you just recently decided not to date and focus on yourself for a while?

But you couldn’t deny you wanted to say yes. To spend more time around him and enjoy the feeling of ease he gave you.

“Maybe.”

You said it with a teasing smile, scared Jay might take your answer in a bad way, but he sent you a confident grin. “I can work with that.”

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Summary: You go on a date with your beloved. They pick you up for a Valentine's Date they've organized for you~

A/N: This is written as a choose your ending type of a fic, so the beginning is the same for all, but then endings are separately at the end! I was hoping to do more, but I ran out of time today, so, alas... But I hope you enjoy these dates!

Pairing: William x gn!reader, Fuegoleon x gn!reader, Nozel x gn!reader, Nacht x gn!reader, Yami x gn!reader, Rill x gn!reader Fanfic type: Oneshot/s Genre: Romance/fluff Total word count: ~2,7k Warnings: nothing, just fluff~

Late afternoon. The time of the day when a lot of the knights were finishing up their work for the day, and this would’ve been the time, on most days, when you would have tried to find your boyfriend. At least to ask him about how his day has been so far. At least as much, because it was never granted what could happen in Clover Kingdom that would involve the attention of the Magic Knights; some duty related to that, which would require either your attention, or your beloved’s.

But. Today, as it wasn’t like most of the days of the year, you hoped even more that it wouldn’t come to that. That you wouldn’t need to run off, or your dearest wouldn’t need to run off, and perform a duty. Though you were certain, that he wouldn’t unless it was absolutely necessary. Because this was something you had been planning for quite some time now already. This date, chance to spend some quality time together. Though it was, perhaps, a little bit … pretentious to have one day, specifically, dedicated to this kind of thing, when love could be celebrated on any day of the year. Not that you minded about being able to go out, served a few compliments here and there, and just… being together. So, perhaps, even if it might have been a tad bit pretentious, maybe it was better to have at least some kind of an excuse, a reminder to set aside some time for each other, and really bask in the warmth of each other’s emotions. So, maybe it didn’t matter, if it happened on this day that was dedicated for all lovers.

It was Valentine’s Day.

And your dearest had promised to take you out for dinner.

Where this dinner, and what kind of a dinner it might be, remained a mystery. He was particularly secretive about it, which was because, you assumed, he wanted you to be surprised. Though it made choosing an attire slightly more difficult.

But, knowing him, you had an idea about what it might be. Of course you couldn’t be sure, but … by now you felt like you had gotten to know him well enough, that you knew where he’d take you. Or at least what kind of a dinner date it might be.

Plus, he was picking you up, so you hoped that… if you had chosen something that wouldn’t fit, at all, he’d tell you.

There was a passing wave of amusement that washed over you as you were putting on the finishing touches, a wave with which your eyes turned to the ceiling as a chuckle escaped from your lungs and the corners of your lips tugged up, even if only a little. Butterflies swirled in your stomach, but the flutter, the swirling and tumbling, was wrapped in a blanket of calm; of reassurance. Because…

Of course he would tell you.

Or then he might make slight adjustments to the plan, if possible. Because he would never put you into a situation where you’d feel ashamed by showing up in a wring place, in something far out of place. Some outfits were just difficult to maneuver in certain events. Wearing the same thing to a picnic on the field and a formal ball might … perhaps suit some people, but one would look out of place in the other. And he would never purposefully do that, make you seem like you didn’t belong.

So, of course, he’d tell you.

Because he loved you.

There was a knock at your door, which made the butterflies swirl even harder, as if trying to rise to your throat, making your swallow. Your heart began to race, and you could feel a faint warmth on your cheeks. Which… perhaps, was something out of place. After all, you had been dating for quite some time already. There was no reason to start feeling this bashful about him picking you up on a date.

But you did.

He was still able to make you feel like this, even after all this time. And that, from what you understood, was a rare treat. Not everyone was so in love still after so much time.

So… there was a hint in there, in your reaction and how he made your heart race. They whispered in your ear with the quiet utterance of a careful wish; a careful wish because you didn’t quite dare say it as the truth.

That this was real. What you shared, was real.

Genuine love that everyone speaks about, but far less seem to achieve. From what you heard. From what you had previously felt.

Oh no, this was real.

It was too good to be anything but.

And so, you made your way to the door, and took a deep breath before placing your hand onto the cool surface of the metal door handle.

The corners of your mouth were still tugged up, and your eyes were half lidded as you thought about him.

Yeah, you loved him, with all your heart.

And with that, you opened the door.  

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William stood there, in a fine pressed suit, without a mask. After all, nowadays, he had come to terms with how he looked like. And though you wanted to think that it was because of the love, support, and reassurance from your part, you also didn’t want to take his strength in coming to terms with it, away from him. It has been his strength of overcoming his insecurities.

“Good afternoon, my sweet songbird,” he wished while handing you a bouquet of flowers. White lilies that smelled so sweet, along with red roses.

“Hey,” you greeted, practically sang, while taking the flowers.

“I have booked us seats in a restaurant by a nearby river,” there was shyness in his tone, so careful and hushed it was. “I … thought it would be nice to sit there, nearby the trees and dine as we watch the sunset.”

You could see a hint of blush on his cheeks, as he told of his plans, wanting to make sure that you’d be alright with it.

And for a moment you had to wonder to yourself, why wouldn’t you be alright with it? Because that sounded absolutely splendid; careful and tender. Just the kind of a date he’d arrange. So, of course, you accepted his plans, and invitation to take you onto this date.

“That sounds absolutely lovely,” you told him, making a smile of relief appear on him, and which in turn made your own smile only widen.

He really cared for you. He really, really did. Your sweet William, who held so much love in his heart.

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Fuegoleon stood there, behind the door, in a rather regal attire. Not that he wouldn’t have looked anything but regal on any day of the week. But his formal suit, adorned with gold chains and embroidery, made him look even more so. And the way he stood tall, as if making extra effort to straighten his back while picking you up, held a hint of something that could only be described as ‘adorable’.

“My beloved,” he began, carefully enunciating his words and giving you a small nod of recognition. “It would be a great honour, on this evening, if you would accompany me on a date,” he said, while handing out a bouquet of red roses, speaking of his love and commitment, and heliotropes that matches his eyes, which spoke of how everlasting they would be.

“And it would be an equal honour to accept this invitation,” you replied with a faint smirk and a little bit of a tease in your tone as you accepted the bouquet.

He let out a hum, as if trying to gather a taste of your words onto his tongue. Or perhaps he was contemplating on it, as he continued with: “I believe that to be impossible, my beloved. But I have booked us a private cabinet of a restaurant, where we might dine, and dance, and stare at the stars from a private balcony.”

That was unless you’d get lost in his eyes before even catching a glimpse of the stars.

But, you had a feeling, as you agreed to his proposal, that he might get lost in yours first.

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Nozel’s mauve eyes greeted you on the other side of the door. He was wearing a suit, adorned with silver and blue, which made him look, if humanly possible, even more handsome than he already was. His strong jawline, broad shoulders and piercing, intensive eyes, drew your eye in, as if an invitation. But, you couldn’t help but notice the ever so faint tone of pink right on top of his cheekbones.

Who would’ve guessed it, that the mighty eagle would appear so, while picking his dearest on a date?

You knew that he would never admit it, about feeling shy or insecure about it. About… If you would like what he had prepared.

“I … request your presence in the private garden of the Silva estate,” he stated, almost a little too officially. As if he was making a formal request, an announcement, perhaps even delivering a report. The way the words tumbled from his tongue were so stiff, and yet, the way his brows quivered, spoke of hesitance. “There is a dinner prepared, after which we might stroll in the garden, away from prying eyes.” His eyes closed, as if he was second guessing his plans and decisions. He continued while handing you a bouquet of lilacs and red roses, the sweet smell of which combined together as if a fine perfume.

“Well, my sweet silver prince,” you smiled, nearly grinned, because of his flushed state. “I happily accept,” you took a hold of the bouquets and took a step closer to him. “As long as there’s a kiss at the end,” you teased, which he’d have to grow to accept. That some teasing would be involved.

“Are you trying to bargain with royalty?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow, but there was an ever present, faint, playful tone in his voice, one that never before starting to date him, would you have imagined him to have. “I demand at least two,” he smirked making you laugh.

Perhaps he should get his way with this. Just maybe. This once~ Perhaps it wouldn’t be soooo very terrible to give in this once~

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Nacht stood in the doorway, holding a bouquet of dark red roses, and forget-me-nots that matched his eyes, looking at you with his usual, blank expression. And something about it took you back to a previous time, when he still wasn’t ready to open up about his emotions, to a time when he was insecure, or in denial, about his emotions. Or perhaps a little bit of both, deeming it better that you would stay away from a person such as him.

He handed you the flowers, while averting his eyes for a faint moment, before his lips parted. “I have arranged us a table in a restaurant, in a nearby village. It’s a smaller, more secluded place, but…” he paused, as if hesitating. “Afterwards I… hoped we could take a walk through the forest and… admire the moon and the stars.”

You knew that he was a former noble, and thus, he knew his way around etiquette and could have dined even in a more pristine restaurant, without issues. But it didn’t mean that he wanted to. Generally speaking, arranging dinner dates had proved a little bit difficult, because he didn’t wish to flaunt his relationship around, in front of the eyes of strangers. But neither did he want to stay in the Black Bull’s hideout and have to deal with the teases and comments of the other Bulls.

This was all about you. And thus, a smaller, more quiet restaurant and stargazing.

It would be just about the two of you. Your emotions, your love, your choice to be together. His and yours. And he was so very devoted to you, which you knew. He cared so much that sometimes you thought he might break. Because there was an ocean under that cold exterior.

You geld onto the bouquet with one hand, and placed your hand onto his cheek, as you smiled to him. “And just exist. Spend time together. Just like that.” There was simplicity in your words, but there was a kind of beauty in simplicity. Because that it what you both wanted. Just to love and be loved in return.

What could have been sweeter than that?

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Yami stood behind the door, rubbing the back of his neck, and averting his eyes as you came in sight. He was wearing a t-shirt, in place of his usual tank-top, and new pants. But his squad robe was still there, now looking slightly out of place.

“Here,” he simply said while handing you a bouquet of red roses, plain and simple. But he was the kind of a guy, who wanted to be clear and simple about how he felt. He wouldn’t have said something, if he didn’t mean it. And so, there was something awfully fitting in him giving you a bouquet of red roses that didn’t try to be anything more, or anything less. They just were, and proclaimed the emotions that he held in his heart.

“Thank you,” you said while taking the bouquet in hand, and giving him a smile, as he still rubbed the back of his neck.

“So, there’s this … tavern in a village nearby… I know it’s not ‘nything fancy, but… it’s good, and I was thinking about taking you there,” he half mumbled, as if losing confidence. Almost like he thought that he’d need to offer you more. That his suggestion wouldn’t be good enough.

“As long as I’m with you, I’ll go anywhere,” you told him with a faint smirk. But really, despite the smirk, you were being very serious. Because you would have taken a good, honest guy like Yami over any fancy dinner with someone pretentious.

“Come ‘n,” he half sighed, half grumbled. “All ya needed to say was that you’d come with me…” he trailed off, while still looking away.

You let out a pleased hum, because you knew what that meant. That he had heard the reassurance, but he also wasn’t good with these kinds of things. He never had a good come back, because he just wasn’t the type of a guy.

At least not yet. Maybe in a few years. Maybe after spending a few more years together.

Time would only tell, and you’d be happy to find out.

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Rill stood there, with a large bouquet, adorned with every coloured flower that you could imagine. Red, blue, purple, white, yellow, pink and orange. But the manner in which they were arranged, made it look anything but messy, and… the huge red rose that sat at the centre of it, served it a kind of harmony; conviction, like it as exactly as things were supposed to be.

The first things you saw, were his hair, and the gigantic bouquet being presented, nearly shoved, to you.

“Happy Valentines, my dearest, my muse, my all!” You could hear him say, but despite the sincerity, there was apprehension, as if a question. If it was good enough. If this bouquet he was giving you, was good enough of a piece. Perhaps not his masterpiece, but good enough of a piece.

You took the bouquet, and held it lower, so that you might see him.

“I have arranged us a picnic!” He announced. “On a field with many gorgeous flowers, so that after we’ve eaten, I might try to paint a picture, a masterpiece worthy of the most beautiful flower there, you, my muse, my inspiration and all.”

Sometimes you had to think about how he was able to weave his words into such a gorgeous piece of poetry. Sometimes the syllables tumbled from him rather clumsily, but… every now and then, when he was speaking form the heart, he said the most perfect thing…

It really made you stop, and … if possible, fall in love with him even more.

“I’m… That sounds perfect,” you stated, while still trying to comprehend the depths of the meaning behind what he had stated.

But, you had a feeling that no matter how long you’d try to comprehend them, you never would. ‘Tis was the way of the soul of an artist.

#black clover fanfiction #black clover x reader #william vangeance x reader #fuegoleon vermillion x reader #nozel silva x reader #nacht faust x reader #yami sukehiro x reader #rill boismortier x reader #happy valentines!

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SPENCER REID X Y/N

SMUT 

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"Your files are never organised Y/N/L!" Garcia proceeded to clearly point that out to everyone as her heels alerted her presence. 

Of course they are not, why would they be? In my mind I know where everything is, do I relay want to make my job easy for anyone to snoop in? I don't think so. I turn around and look at the blonde and smile at her sweetly, "Oh darling if you saw my closet you'd drop dead like the case in '95." I chuckled and returned my eyes to my papers. "What case?" Her voice went down a notch, you can tell she was confused and didn't understand the case. "There was this unsub who released--" Reid began to explain, "Hold your smartness pretty boy, let her wonder in her deep and dark fantasies." Morgan joined in with a smirk on his face. 

I smiled at the two men, Reid awkwardly smiled at Morgan and Garcia before looking back down at his files. Not too long after the conversation had finished, Rossi came out "We've got a case everyone." We all stood up and walked to the meeting room where we took our seats. Hotchner and Emily were together, whilst Morgan was in the middle next to Reid and I. JJ handed out the files of this case and started her powerpoint. 

"5 murders in the last month, each happened on a Sunday and at the same time, Unfortunately none of the victims have anything in common, or at least from what we can see. The killings are all different depending on the gender." She laid out the facts and figures for us, Hotchner joined in, "It seems like he is more gentle and careful with the females whereas with the males he's.." Reid finished his sentence off for him "Aggressive. There might be an underlying reason, maybe a father figure or a boyfriend that has made him into taking out his anger into the victims." 

"Maybe he's more careful with the victims because of how his mother treated him whenever he got hurt or even possibly abused by his dad." I added onto Reid's theory. "And he might be killing them just to take out his anger from his mother. Maybe the mother was also being abused and she knew it but didn't want to leave." Prentiss suggested. Everyone had good theories on this case so it may be easy to solve it. 

***

We managed to catch the unsub and some of out theories were correct, we were surprised it didn't take a long time to trace everything and find him. This recalled for a night out with the team. Morgan was the first one to enter the bar, as per usual, whilst Reid was the last. He never liked bars or let alone any social functions. 

"We will all have whiskeys, baby!" Derek alerted the bartender as he took a seat into the booth, Garcia slid next to him whilst Emily sat besides her. JJ was too busy with Will and her new family, so she didn't bother to join us even though she really needed it. Me and Reid sat next to each other, trying to adjust myself in order to make sure that his personal space is protected and that none of me was touching him whatever so slightly. 

The bartender settled down the trays of drinks and smiled us, "Well pretty boy, wanna tell us about the new girl?" Derek started the conversation off, Garcia's eyes widened as she looked over the Spencer whilst Emily was shocked but also impressed. I on the other hand, I was confused but did not display my reaction. "What new girl?" Spencer cleared his throat and started to blink faster. "Oh come on pretty boy, you haven't said many words lately so we all figure out some cat got your tongue for sure." He smirked, shooting his sparkly eyes towards my way. I gave him a quick chuckle alongside with a smirk as well, 'The fuck does he mean??'

My head was only filled with question mark symbols , is this why Spencer barely talks to anyone? is this why he has been avoiding me the whole investigation today? what the fuck is going on? 

I sigh softly as I take the shot meant for me and down it, "There is no girl Derek." Spencer replied with his serious expression, "Whatever you say.." Derek looked away only to check out different girls dancing. "You know Spence, it is not that bad to go out in a while and meet new people." Emily added onto Derek's comment. "It is not about meeting new people, I am capable of doing that myself in different settings too. I am just happy with the people in my life already." He huffed out, you could notice he was starting to get worked up. "Where would you go to meet new people Reid?" I ask curiously. He looked at me with a blank expression, his eyes showing the fire in him, "Fine don't reply to me, it's not like you have broken a word to me the whole day." I grab his drink and down it as well, he was not going to drink that whiskey and no way am I letting it go to waste, I slid out of the booth and onto the dance floor, Morgan was quick to follow me as his hands rested on my hips. 

Garcia and Emily continued talking to Spencer, but his eyes would often drift off to me and Derek dancing together. Why is he concerned? I wrap my arms around Derek's neck, "All right lil mama.." He whispered in my ear, "Don't get too ahead of yourself Derek." I chuckle as I sway my body against his. 

Eventually the dancing came to an end not long after Emily and Penelope joined us, Spencer however, he stayed in his seat examine everyones movements. I stumble over to the booth with a smile on my face, "You having fun?" Spencer asked sarcastically, "So much." I replied with a sly smile. "I'm going to take Y/N home, hope you guys enjoy your night out." Spencer announced, Derek looked at him annoyed but understanding at the same time "You always taking away my dancing partner." Garcia was quick to look at him and hit him softly on his chest "You got me silly." She chuckled, I also chuckled as I got dragged away from the dancing floor and out of the bar. 

I got into his car and buckled up my seat belt, "Where you taking me..?" I slurred my speech as I looked at him with a seductive look. "My place." He replied sternly, "No need to be so tensed baby." I smirked at him as my hand reached out to stroke his thigh, but he was quick to grab my wrist and throw it towards me, "Don't dare to make up now for the shit you did with Derek," He almost growled through his teeth as he started to drive, "I was watching you the whole time, the way you were touching your body against his, swaying in the same motion, grinding up against him." His grip around the steering wheel began to strengthen, "Don't even think about making up for all the shit you did now." Spencer finished off his sentence. 

This definitely sobered me up, but why the fuck was he being so over protective, he hasn't broken a word or a sentence to me the whole day till now. "You haven't even said a word to me the entire day and you expect me to greet you and talk to you nicely when you've been avoiding me for days?" I build up the courage to spit it out. He stopped the car, and didn't say a thing, not even look at me "Typical.." I mumble under my breath. He was the first to get out of the car, followed by me opening the car door but he was quick to grab the door and hold it open whilst adjusting his grip around my wrist, dragging me out of the car. Slamming the door shut and locking up the car he walked me to his apartment. 

Still no word. 

Not even a look. 

Nothing. 

I let out an annoyed sigh as my eye slept looking up at him expecting him to say something but he only cleared his throat as the elevator dinged, announcing that we are on the right floor. He walked out of the elevator, with me following behind him like a dog. I run my tongue across my front teeth, to show that I was already too annoyed. "Drop the attitude." His voice was low, and the annoyance in his voice could be heard. He opened the door and pushed me inside by my shoulder, stumbling in I turned around with my eyebrows narrowed, "The fuck was that for-" 

His hands were pressed firmly on my hips as he pushed me into the door, his breath was reflected back on my neck, no lights were on so I could only feel his hands. "I haven't been avoiding you baby," He said pleading, his fingers brushed my hair out of my face, "I've been needing you." 

Shit. 

Fuck. 

I swallow my pride and try to see his eyes, "I didn't know.." I reply in a whisper, "Of course you haven't," His fingers traced my body, from my face to my neck, down my chest and to my hips, "You love to play games with me," a chuckle slipped out "Oh and how you play your games so clueless," His breath could be felt more heavier on my neck, rising up to my ear and planting a kiss just below my ear lobe, "Leaving me all hard at work," another kiss was placed but lower, "Leaving me wondering about your body," another kiss was planted on my collar bone, "Leaving me thinking about your moans," He kissed the middle of my lower neck, seeing the shadow of his curls bouncing up, his face facing me only, "Leaving me thinking about all the things I want to do to you." 

"And only you." 

I couldn't say anything to him, he won my own game, he knew how to play my game. My hands were tangled into his soft curls as our lips crashed into each other, our teeth and tongues fighting each other for domination. His body pressed up against mine, as his hands travelled to my thighs and squeeing them letting me know to jump onto him. I was quick to wrap my legs around his torso allowing him to grind against me. "Didn't know that you knew how to make a girl weak.." I whisper as we pull apart for air, "Oh? I made you weak now Y/N?" You could hear the smirk in his tone, "Wait till you see what I have planned for you baby." 

His hands were firmly gripped around my thighs, walking me to his bedroom and throwing me on the bed gently. "If these walls could talk, you'd know all the moans were because of you." I take a deep breath as I try to sit up, with the support of my elbows. I could only see him taking off his buttoned shirt off and unbuckling his belt, but not sliding off his trousers. His cold hands slid across my thighs, towards my chest and close enough to unbutton the top three buttons of my shirt, leaving him only exposed to my cleavage, kissing down the middle, it made me arch my back slightly wanting more. 

"You're so needy." His hands rubbed my thighs in circles as his kisses became more sloppy, this is what I've dreamt of every night. He continued to unbutton my shirt till he reached the rim of my skirt, he felt the zip on the side of my hip and slowly dragged the zip down. "Spencer.." I let out a groan wanting him to hurry up and fuck me senseless, "Say it baby." He lifted himself up so our faces aligned. 

"I want you." I breathed out as his faced nuzzled into my neck and began to attack it with bites and kisses, pleasure and pain was his only combination. His hands working with the clothes fast, ripping them apart, off of my body and throwing them on the floor. His hands ripped my tights apart as well, leaving me only in my black set. "Promise me that you will tell me if you want me to slow down Y/N." He whispered into my ear before devouring me with his lips. I nodded my head quickly and let him take over my body. 

"Fuck, I've been wanting to do this for so long." He mumbled as his fingers teased my clit through my panties. "Your pretty face, full of desperation," He pressed down on my clit, adding the right pressure to cause me to let out a soft moan, "Your body arching up as I touch you," He added more pressure making me squirm and tightening my thighs around his hand, "In all of the right places." His other hand pushed one of my knees apart, wanting me to keep my legs opened as he slid off my panties. 

The hot breath reflected on my slit as he used both of his hands to spread out my pussy and began to lick the clit only, teasing me, trying all the ways he could think of. My hands were wrapped tightly around his curls trying to push his head inwards for him to keep going but his strength overpowered mine. "Not yet baby." He mumbled as he started to lick more, across my clit, exploring every inch of me. The vibrations made my moan and close my thighs again once more, but he place his arms on my hips holding me down steadily and starting to devouring me more. I swear I could only see black and red in his room, the fact that eye contact did not matter to him, only my moans could feel his void. 

His left one of his hands across my hip as he slid his other hand down to my pussy, inserting two fingers in, watching my back arching, feeling how wet I am and how I only kept on getting more wet. His tongue began to do more work, his eyes looking up at me as one of my hand set go of his curls and grabbed the bedsheets. Moans were the only way I could communicate with him right now, the way his tongue explored me and his fingers curling up every time I only got louder. "I want everyone to hear you Y/N." Spencer's voice groaned as he could feel himself getting harder, "Fuck.." He mumbled against my clit as my thighs started to shake slightly. 

But suddenly he stopped. 

He took out his fingers and detached himself from me, grabbing me by my jaw and neck, he rose me up to sit up. His hands took my hands and placed him on his thighs, I already knew what he wanted. "Go ahead princess," His groans only made me bite my lip as I palmed him through his trousers, seeing him throwing his head back and watching his Adam's apple lowering. I licked my lips, before unzipping his trousers and teasing him by playing with his waistband. "Don't try to tease me Y/N." He looked back down as his hand traced my cheekbone and slapped me, making my head turn and my hair covering my face. I whimpered at the slap as I looked back at him "You will get more worse if you keep on trying to tease me.." He smiled at me as he began to trace my cheekbone again, easing up the pain. 

I dragged down his boxers, as I grabbed his dick and began to twist both of my hands up and down, placing the tip in my mouth. Tasting the precum, I began to take more of him, moving my hands lower as my mouth didn't cover that part. His groans encouraged me to take more of him, as his hand got tangled in my hair, softly pushing my head down more. "Keep going princess." He moaned as he began to thrust his hips into my mouth, looking up at him as seeing him throwing his head back and leaving his mouth gaping wide. I started to pick up my pace, as so did his thrust, his hand kept up with my pace as he hissed through his teeth. His moans and groans caused me to moan as I was taking him fully, sending vibration throughout his body. 

His hand slid down my neck, pressing down on the pressure points as I began to gag, "Fuck yes Y/N," Spencer moaned out, "Just like that baby." He praised me as his dick only made me gag more and more. His grip adding more pressure on my neck making my eyes roll back and feeling the lack of oxygen. My hands used his hips as support whilst he controlled what he wanted to do with me, the pace, how deep he wanted to go in, and mainly the pressure on my neck. 

He must've profiled me to know all of my kinks.

He stops, and pushes me gently onto the bed. His body crashed with mine, attaching ourselves to each other, "On top." he said as he rested his hands on my hips. "Yes sir." I say with a pleasure as I align myself with his dick. "Keep saying that baby." He moaned out as he could feel the heat from me, "Can I, sir?" I smirked wanting to tease him, hoping it would work. But his grip on my hips pushed down, both of moaning at the same time. "Fuck yes.." He breathed out as he began to thrust himself into me. I aligned my face with his as his fingers pressed down on my hips, leaving bruises on my body. Our lips crashing into each other as my body continued to ride him in the same motion as his thrusts. But he slowly stopped and let me continue my motions, only with the help of his hands. 

Fuck, this feels so good. 

"Spencer.." I moan out as I rise up to ride him, one of his hands travelling up my ribs and latching onto my breast, grabbing it and playing with the nipple knowing it was a pressure point for females. I couldn't stop myself from moaning. I wanted more of him. I wanted him in me, on me, I wanted him to give me all of the pain and pleasure in the world. I threw my head back as my motion started to slow down, he was qui to notice of course. His hands took more control of the motion as his thrust started again. 

"Princess, you're so tight.." He moaned into my ear as I fell onto his chest, trying to hold myself up with the grip of the beds frame. "Please Spencer.. I need you so bad." I moaned into his ear as my breathing became more heavy and ragged. "Keep begging." He commanded as his thrust were faster by each minute. 

"Please.." I whisper, not being able to rise my voice. 

He didn't respond. 

"Please.." I whimper as his thrusts became harder. 

Nothing. 

"Please sir!" I whimper out loud as he growls and grabs my ass in order to help himself to penetrate me deeper. "Again." 

"Please sir." I moan louder as his hands began to slap my ass, rubbing it after each slap to smooth the pain down, making sure that I am not in too much pain. "Again." 

My body was tired from his demands, the lack of oxygen was affecting me as I only moaned out "Please daddy.." not knowing what it could lead to. Spencer moans "Y/N.." as he can feel himself closer and so can I, "Spencer.." I moan out, "I'm so close princess." He groans as I began to help him, "Shit.." I hiss through my teeth and I grab his shoulders and dig my nails into his skin leaving lunar symbols.

"Cum for me Y/N.." He moans as we both start to cum at the same time, breathing out all of our sins and collapsing on each other, attaching our bodies again. 

"Thank you Y/N.." Spencer whispered as he wrapped his arms around my vulnerable body and reaching for the blanket to cover us both. "For what?" I ask curiously, "For everything princess." He says with a smile as he kisses my forehead and takes a deep breath. I smile as I nuzzle my face into his face and wrap my arms around his body as well, taking in all the closure I can from him.

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PROPOSALS & REJECTIONS

FEATURING Mark Sloan x reader

SUMMARY Mark won’t get off your ass about a date, but you refuse to stoop so low until your best friends Derek and Addison change your mind

CONTENT WARNINGS descriptions of injuries, pain, mentions of infertility, mark being gross, and maybe language

AUTHORS NOTE I’ve been in a Grey’s anatomy mood, and tumblr is LACKING in my husband Sloan fics so I made whatever this is. As always, let me know if you want a second part.

"Go away, Mark," you sigh, irritation seeping through as you clutch the stack of patient charts you'd been feverishly updating at the nurse's station. Your concentration had been perfect until his unmistakable presence loomed beside you.

"C’mon! I haven’t even said anything yet!" Mark protests, his voice carrying a note of offense as he trails you down the brightly lit hospital corridor.

"You don’t have to say anything; you’re Mark," you grumble under your breath, your annoyance growing. Without slowing your pace, you swiftly turn a corner, effectively cutting him off. You push open the door to your patient's room, leaving him alone in the hallway, his puzzled expression fading as the door swings shut.

At that moment, Derek strides past, a smirk visible on his face as he observes the scene. "Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he chuckles, shaking his head slightly at Mark’s dejected stance. Mark lets out a defeated huff and reluctantly turns to follow Derek towards their next case.

"Man, that fish is hard to hook," Mark sighs to Derek as they walk together toward the pre-op section, his frustration evident. The comment floats back along the hospital corridor, mingling with the usual cacophony of beeping monitors and hurried footsteps.

"Well, maybe that 'fish' would be easier to catch if you stopped calling her a fish," Derek laughs, the sound rich and knowing. They pass a group of nurses, who glance curiously at the pair, wondering at their laughter amidst the usual hospital seriousness.

Mark considers hurling a sarcastic retort about his own tumultuous relationship with Meredith, thinking it might lighten the mood. But he glances at Derek's amused, expectant face and decides against it. Instead, Mark falls into a sullen silence, his mind replaying the morning's rebuffs as they prep for surgery. The rest of his day drags on, each hour marked by a growing sense of frustration and isolation that only deepens his sulk.

"God, I swear Sloan doesn’t know when to quit!” you grumble, your frustration palpable as you maneuver the patient's hip back into place with precision, despite his howls of pain echoing in the trauma bay.

“He’s definitely persistent, I will give him that,” Addison acknowledges, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion as she assists in restraining the patient.

“Enough about Mark, what brings you down to my trauma bay today?” you inquire, your attention shifting momentarily from the task at hand as you deftly adjust the patient's IV drip.

“I was hoping for some advice,” Addison begins tentatively, her gaze flickering between the patient and your focused movements.

“Hold that thought, Addie,” you interject, a sense of urgency in your tone. “Nurse, could you please page Dr. Stevens and Dr. Shepard for me?” Your request is met with a nod from the nurse, who promptly exits the room, leaving you and Addison alone.

“Okay, now that we've removed the potential for eavesdropping, and…” Your words trail off as you glance over at Mr. Howard, your car trauma patient, now sedated and stabilized, at least for the moment. “A stable patient. Hit me!”

“Do you remember when I left for LA a few days ago?” Addison's voice holds a note of vulnerability as she speaks.

“Well, yeah, you only got back like two days ago,” you reply with a sympathetic smile, recalling the recent upheaval in her schedule.

“Anyways,” Addison continues, her tone becoming more focused, “When I went, I was going to see Naomi, you remember her?”

“Yeah, from college, right? She was with you guys in New York too, the fertility specialist?”

“That’s her…” Addison trails off, a solitary tear slipping down her cheek, unnoticed in the bustle of the trauma bay.

“Oh, Addie,” you sigh softly, pulling her into a gentle embrace, your heart aching for her distress.

“My whole life I’ve waited for kids, but now that I’m ready to actually have them, I have barely any eggs and my FSH is too low,” Addison confesses, her voice trembling with emotion as she shares her deepest fears.

“Shh, it’s going to be okay,” you assure her, holding her close and offering what comfort you can amidst the chaos of the trauma bay. “You are Addison freaking Montgomery, do you hear me?” you declare, your voice firm with conviction as you meet her gaze. “You've faced adversity head-on, time and time again. You've weathered storms that would have broken lesser souls. And now, you will overcome this.” You wish you could convey the depth of your belief in her resilience, the unwavering strength that has always been her hallmark.

“Thank you,” Addison murmurs once she's calmed down, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she pulls away slightly, her expression a mixture of gratitude and determination.

“Hey, none of that. You know I'm always here for you,” you reassure her, offering a reassuring smile as you gently wipe away her tears. “But if you really wanted to help me out, you'd get Mark off my back,” you add with a teasing grin, hoping to lighten the heavy atmosphere with a touch of humor. It earns a weak chuckle from Addison, a brief respite from the weight of her worries.

However, your shared moment of levity is short-lived as Derek enters the room, followed by Stevens and her interns, the bustle of activity resuming with renewed intensity. You nod at Addison as she gathers herself, her expression a mask of determination as she exits the trauma bay, passing by Derek without a word, her resolve unshakeable in the face of adversity.

"Dr. Shepard, I need a neuro consult, right pupil looks to be blown, I’m assuming a stroke or increased intracranial pressure of some kind, but you might want a resident to order a head CT,” I assert, my tone crisp and authoritative as I hand over the patient's chart to Derek, my eyes already scanning the bustling trauma bay for the resident I've paged.

Derek quickly scans the chart, his expression shifting to one of concern as he approaches the patient's bedside to conduct a preliminary examination. Meanwhile, I redirect my attention to Dr. Stevens, who has just entered the trauma bay in response to my page.

“As for you, Dr. Stevens, could you please give me a valid reason why I had to page you, my assigned resident for the day, to my trauma bay?” I question sharply, my gaze piercing as I wait for an explanation. Stevens shifts uncomfortably under my scrutiny, her eyes darting nervously around the room.

“I-I’m sorry, ma’am, I was just—I had a…” Stevens stammers, her voice trailing off as she struggles to come up with a coherent response. I raise an eyebrow, growing increasingly suspicious at her evasive demeanor.

“Well, if my specialty doesn’t seem too important to you, then please feel free to do scut with your interns until you find a good enough answer for me,” I retort, my tone laced with thinly veiled frustration as I dismiss her with a wave of my hand, leaving her to hastily exit the room with her intimidated interns in tow.

“Wow, I can see why they call you Satan,” Derek chuckles lightly, shaking his head in mild amusement as he completes his examination of the patient.

“I’m flattered,” I reply dryly, leaning against the counter with folded arms as I watch Derek work. “So, how is Christina?” I inquire, shifting the topic as Derek continues his assessment.

“I wouldn’t know,” Derek responds, his expression somber as he focuses on Howard’s injuries. “Meredith and I aren’t really on speaking terms yet.”

“Oh, you mean since she unofficially broke up with you in front of Christina and Preston’s entire wedding party?” I remark knowingly, my tone tinged with a hint of mischief as I recall the recent drama.

“Yes, since then,” Derek grumbles, meeting my gaze with a mix of resignation and frustration. “You are right about the CT, I would definitely like to get some films, but these burns on his neck look pretty bad, I would recommend a plastics consult too,” he adds, a wry grin tugging at the corner of his lips as he assesses the severity of the patient's injuries. I shoot him a sharp glare in response to his grin, though inwardly acknowledging his astuteness.

“In fact, I think I will ask a nurse to page Dr. Sloan along with my resident,” Derek continues, his grin widening at the subtle reaction he elicits from me. I can't help but cringe inwardly at the mention of Sloan's name, a feeling that Derek seems to relish.

“I think it will be smart to make myself scarce then,” I reply with a forced smile, gathering my belongings and exiting the room, Derek trailing behind me.

“He’s not all that bad, you know,” Derek remarks, attempting to lighten the tension as we walk down the corridor.

“You’re joking, right? You mean he’s not bad other than the fact that he is a literal man-whore who your ex-wife cheated on you with before she was your ex-wife?” I retort with a dry chuckle, unable to resist the opportunity to tease Derek about his complicated history with Sloan.

“He got what was coming to him the same as Addison, and I hold no more ill will against him,” Derek shrugs, his tone surprisingly nonchalant given the circumstances. “He was my best friend once upon a time, you know, it’s hard to just let that all go.”

“I know,” I sigh, my expression softening with understanding. “But I just don’t know if I can really trust him to stay… loyal,” I admit hesitantly, the weight of my concerns evident in my voice. “It’s not that he’s not hot, because I mean—”

“Yeah! Yeah, no! Ew. Stop,” Derek interjects, cringing in mock disgust at the direction of our conversation.

“What? He is!” I laugh, unable to resist teasing Derek a little more as we pause at the nurse's station.

“I know, but that doesn’t mean I enjoy hearing about it,” Derek replies with a shiver of mock horror. “Seriously, though. If you want to test his loyalty, give him hoops, make him jump through them, and if he is really invested then he will.”

“Thanks, Derek,” I say sincerely, a smile playing at the corners of my lips as I appreciate his advice.

“Don’t mention it,” Derek grins, turning to the nurses to issue his instructions, his demeanor more relaxed now as he leaves me with a wink and walks away, disappearing down the corridor.

I am still caught up updating charts when Sloan and Karev make their way down to the nurses' station, the rhythmic clacking of keyboards and murmurs of medical jargon creating a background symphony in the bustling emergency department. I look up from the sea of paperwork, my eyes meeting Alex's expectant gaze, ready to assign him his next task, and notice Mark's lingering stare, undoubtedly brewing some inappropriate comment or another.

"Karev, your patient is in trauma room three, get him up to CT asap so I can free up the room," I instruct, my voice cutting through the din of activity as I hand him Howard’s chart from the stack I'm trying to plow through before the end of my shift. Alex nods in acknowledgment, swiftly snatching the chart from my grasp before hurrying off to attend to his duties.

"You paged?" Mark interjects, his voice carrying a seductive undertone that signals he's about to make yet another overly flirtatious comment. He leans against the counter with an air of casual confidence, his piercing gaze fixed on me as if daring me to engage in his game.

"Karev's got it covered," I reply tersely, my attention already drifting back to the daunting stack of charts demanding my attention.

"But you paged for me, right?" Mark presses, his tone laced with playful insinuation. "Is it because you missed me? Or maybe you finally have an answer for me about that drink," he adds with a wink, his smirk suggesting he's enjoying the banter far more than I am.

I resist the urge to roll my eyes, maintaining my focus on the task at hand as I continue sorting through the charts. "I only wish I could, Mark," I retort, my tone tinged with resignation as I finish the current chart.

"But you can’t avoid me forever," Mark teases, his grin widening at my subdued response. "So what do you say? Drink on me after shift?"

"I say no," I reply firmly, my answer unwavering despite his persistent advances.

“Why not?” Mark probes, though he already knows my response all too well.

“Because I said so,” I grumble, my frustration mounting as I move on to the next patient chart.

“That’s not good enough for me,” Mark insists, undeterred by my reluctance.

“Well, it is for me,” I huff, my irritation growing with each exchange.

“Just give me a chance here, I promise it will be worth your while,” Mark pleads, attempting to sway me once again.

“No, it won’t,” I counter, my resolve firm.

“Yes, it will,” Mark persists, his persistence bordering on exasperating.

“No,” I repeat, my patience wearing thin.

“Yes,” Mark insists, refusing to back down.

“Oh my god!” I finally snap, drawing the attention of everyone in the ER with my outburst. With an exasperated sigh, I grab Mark by the arm and lead him to the nearest on-call room, needing a moment of respite from his relentless pursuit.

“Alright,” Mark smirks, anticipating a different kind of encounter behind closed doors.

“Keep your shirt on, Mark. This isn’t a yes, it’s a condition,” I clarify, feeling a mix of frustration and resignation at the situation.

“What is it?” Mark asks eagerly, eager to negotiate the terms of our agreement.

“No sex with other women, no flirting with me or anyone, no goo-goo eyes, or date proposals for sixty days,” I stipulate, laying down the terms of our arrangement.

“Okay, what do I win if I make it?” Mark wonders, his excitement palpable as he eagerly awaits my response.

“If you make it, then I will go on a date with you,” I concede, reluctantly agreeing to the terms in hopes of securing some peace from his relentless pursuit.

“One night until I blow your socks off with my impressive penis and charming personality,” Mark quips, his cocky demeanor only adding to my exasperation.

“I’ve seen both already and neither are impressive enough to 'blow my socks off' or whatever you’re planning on trying to do,” I retort flatly, attempting to maintain some semblance of control over the situation.

“Ouch. You wound me,” Mark jokes, feigning mock hurt.

“Good. So, do we have a deal?” I ask, eager to bring an end to the negotiation.

“Yes,” Mark grins, extending his hand, and I reluctantly shake it, the touch sending a jolt of unexpected heat through me. As much as I'm looking forward to my two months of peace, I can't shake the feeling that Mark won't make it, and perhaps that's precisely what he needs to realize he doesn't want to be with me.

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[sungbeam]

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motorcycle racer!ji changmin x gn!reader

1.4k words, flirting, changmin is wearing a leather jacket and aviators and dog tags (swoons), he calls u sweetheart ofc

a/n: at this point, i might as well just keep on going — btw, i recommend reading "rush" before this so the plot is put into context, but if u don't that's cool too

You had never seen Ji Changmin in the daylight before. 

You had been summoned down to the front of your apartment complex by his text message, informing you that your car was waiting outside. Instead of seeing only your beloved, hand-me-down sedan, you found yourself gazing upon the very thing mentioned beforehand: Ji Changmin, in all his glory. 

He was leaning up against the side of your car with his hands tucked into the pockets of his leather jacket, a garment riddled with pretty patches of art and emblems you'd like to take a closer look at. His dark hair was swept back slightly, just enough to be out of his face. He wore a pair of dark aviators over his eyes, and your keen eyes caught the dog tags hanging from the chain around his neck. 

He grinned at the sight of you, his tongue caught between his teeth. The dimples were throwing you off immensely. 

"Well?" He said in greeting, throwing his arms out open wide in a vague gesture. "Told you, you could trust me."

You made your way down the stairs toward him and your sandaled feet slapped against the concrete. You laughed under your breath, a little disbelieving. "I have to admit: I didn't think you could drive cars, Ji."

Changmin's mouth pressed into a smile then, taking a step toward you until the two of you stood face to face on the sidewalk. "Just one of my many charms, sweetheart."

You braided your arms over your chest. "Well, uh, for what it's worth—thanks for bringing my car back safe and sound." You made a show of peering around him at the vehicle. "At least, I hope it's all sound."

He snorted. "You're talking to the city's resident mechanic, Yn. It's as sound as sound can be."

"Ah, so you're a mechanic now?"

"I always have been." He leaned forward slightly, and you saw his eyes over the rim of his glasses, just as his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. "If you want, we can take it out for a spin and maybe you can learn a few more of my many talents."

You tilted your head to the side. Your thundering heart was making it difficult to think, or maybe that was just Changmin. This man was definitely keeping you on your toes. "I think some things are better left to the imagination."

Even with the aviators, you saw surprise flash over his features, and satisfaction purred in your chest. It felt good to elicit that kind of reaction from him. 

You shifted your gaze to movement in your periphery to watch as one of your neighbors pulled into the lot down the block. The thought suddenly occurred to you that if Changmin had your car dropped off here, he might not actually have a way back to wherever his residence was, unless the walk wasn't far. 

Maybe you were about to take your car out for a spin after all. 

You sighed, facing Changmin again. He was still waiting for you. "Let me grab my wallet," you exhaled, already turning on your heel to head into the complex. 

His laugh followed you all the way in. 

You had to adjust the driver's seat when you got into your car. Changmin was already settled in the passenger side, seat belt strapped over his chest and aviators propped up on his head. The keys were left dangling in the ignition for you, and he had even gone so far as to roll down his window and let the radio start playing. 

"You've made yourself at home," you noted as you sat up straight and quickly checked your mirrors. 

You stole a glance over at him at the same time as he did for you. 

He looked like he had too much room over there with his legs spread like that. "It's not every day that I get chauffeured. Usually it's the other way 'round. Pull out onto the main street and make a left," he instructed. 

"Yes, sir," you muttered under your breath as you followed his words, glancing over your shoulder as you turned out of the neighborhood and onto the bustling main intersection. 

Changmin tongued his cheek to keep from smiling. 

As you sped along the main road with the rest of traffic, you said, "For some reason, you feel very nocturnal to me."

He chuckled. "Why? Because races are at night?"

You lifted a shoulder half-heartedly. "I mean, yeah. I haven't seen you or associated you in any other context besides that. And maybe as Chanhee's weird friend—"

Changmin shot you a look. "I'm the weird one? Have you seen that man play Cool Math Games when he's bored?"

You guffawed aloud, and Changmin's mouth widened into a grin at the sound. "Do I keep going straight, or where do I turn?"

"Oh, keep going for two more intersections and then make a right into the first alleyway." He peered out his window for a second to watch the pedestrians and other cars on his side. "Again, not really sure what gave you the impression that I'm the weird one."

The smile on your face just wouldn't go away. But this time, you didn't have Changmin's helmet to hide it. 

You heeded Changmin's instructions and followed the road past two more intersections, then signaled to turn into the first alleyway. The alley led you into the back parking lot of what you assumed connected to the street of shops facing the main road. Changmin pointed toward an opened garage door like the yawning jaws of a cavern just down the block, and you carefully swung your car into park along the curb across from it. 

Changmin unbuckled his seatbelt and popped his door open. "My bike's inside," he said, as if interpreting your silent gaze toward the open garage door as a question. You could see all the equipment inside, as well as his motorcycle amongst the chaos. It seemed that he wasn't kidding about being a mechanic.

Your eyes darted upward at the second level above the garage. "Do you live here?" You blurted. "Sorry that was nosy—"

He shook his head, his hand propped on top of the car door where he stood just outside the car. "It's all good. Yeah, I live up there. It was just convenient and I couldn't exactly pass up the chance for a two-in-one rent," he chuckled. 

You nodded. There were thoughts running through your head, and yet, none of the words felt right on your tongue. 

Changmin pursed his lips into a dimpled smile, saluting you again. "Thanks for the ride back, Yn."

"Thanks for getting my car back," you replied. 

The car door slammed shut, and you slumped in your seat, waiting for him to round your car and head into his residence. 

Except, he rounded the car, then knocked on your window instead. 

You furrowed your brows, jamming your thumb on the button to lower the window all the way down. "Something up?"

He broke into an impish smile. "I forgot to give you this." He shouldered off the leather jacket on his shoulders, exposing the muscular build of his upper arms constrained in the navy blue T-shirt he wore. Your eyes widened as he folded the jacket in half, rolled it in a neat bundle, then passed it to you through the open window. You stared down at it like he had just placed a bomb in your lap. 

He snickered at your reaction, leaning his forearms above his head on the top of the car as he ducked his head in your window. "They see that, they'll let you in for free," he said, nodding to the jacket. 

You raised your head to meet his eyes. "They know it's yours?"

Changmin hummed, teeth capturing his bottom lip. "Mhm."

Oh. "They're gonna assume things."

"Like what?"

You deadpanned at him, and swore your heart tripped at the boyish smile on his face. He knew exactly what you were trying to get at. "They're gonna assume that we're an item."

Changmin shrugged his shoulders. "So? What does it matter what they think or assume? We know the truth."

"The truth?" You echoed. "You can't just tell them to let me in when I show my ID or something?"

Instead of addressing your logical suggestion, he simply said, "It's none of their business who you are to me." 

You blinked; his expression was unfaltering. You didn't know what game he was playing, but you had to remind yourself that you were only in this city for a short time, not a long one. (Then again, maybe that was more reason to live your life out like you had never gotten to before.) "And who am I to you?"

Changmin straightened, pushing off the car. He began walking backward toward his garage, putting distance between himself and his jacket. There was that cocky, smug smile again. "Whoever you wanna be, sweetheart."

a/n: i *really* need to make up for the lack of jacob fics now :/ (sorry cobie close ur eyes !! u don't see ANYTHING)

tbz m.list

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[a-writer-on-elm-street]

What Are We?

pairing: bo x gn!reader

summary: when bo starts to question your relationship, you're both forced to confront your feelings for one another

warnings: smut, oral sex (m receiving), angst (with a happy ending...sort of), soft bo (sort of), bo might also be slightly out of character

a/n: i apologise in advance for what you're about to read...cos this one kinda hurt

word count: 1171

"What are we?"

"What?" You rolled over to find Bo staring at you, his brows pulled together in concentration as he laid with his head propped up in his hand.

"What are we?" He asked again, a little more urgency in his tone now.

You pressed your lips together, taking a moment to think about his question.

The first time you'd met Bo, it was when you stumbled into town, having no prior knowledge to what usually went on here. Your shitty old car had broken down and Lester had been kind enough to give you a ride into town.

The second you saw him you knew you were in trouble. When he smiled, your heart skipped a beat and when he reached up to adjust the worn cap on his head, your skin seemed to come alight. You wanted him.

Bo wanted you too, except at first, it was in a different way.

It wasn't long before he was dragging you into his basement, your broken down car long forgotten at that point, and he kept you there for the next three weeks.

You should've hated him, or at the very least been scared of him. But maybe you were just fucked in the head, because you couldn't seem to find it in you to fear this man, despite everything he'd done to you. It was an odd feeling to say the least.

Now, you felt even more odd as you laid in bed with him, his fingers absent-mindedly stroking your arm like he hadn't previously been your kidnapper.

And he was asking you something you had never dreamed would ever come out of his mouth, because what were you? Lovers? Friends? Were you in a relationship?

"I don't know what we are." You finally answered, a feeling of sadness spreading in your chest as you took in his expression.

His usual scowl seemed to melt into a frown as he looked at you, something resembling disappointment in his eyes. "Well...how do you feel about me?"

You noticed him cringe slightly as he said that. Feelings weren't exactly his favourite thing to talk about.

You smiled, mostly from amusement, as you shifted closer to him in the bed. "I like you, is that what you wanna hear?"

He simply pressed his mouth into a line as he thought about it, all the while you were slowly moving closer to him, your fingers skating along his jaw as you leaned towards him.

But he was quick to stop you, his fingers curling around your wrist as he pried you off of him. "Don't."

And that single word was what sent your whole world off balance, because Bo was never like this. "Do you really care what we are to each other?"

He scoffed at you then, his signature scowl returning to his face. "No. I was just thinking about it, that's all. Don't mean I care."

He rolled over then, letting you stare at his back whilst you mulled over his question in your head. You'd always thought your relationship with him was strictly sexual, never involving anything more than casual feelings, but it seemed that that might not have been the case.

As much as you'd like to tell him that you two were merely just friends who had sex sometimes, you knew for a fact that wasn't true. For a few months now, you'd noticed your feelings becoming a little deeper than simply casual. You just couldn't figure out exactly what he meant to you.

You reached towards him then, gently running your fingers down his back.

He didn't react, he simply remained where he was, his back still to you as he kept silent.

"I love you, Bo." You finally said, your heart clenching in your chest at the words. "I have for a while."

He turned around then, the hard look on his face softening. "Yeah?"

You smiled. "Yeah."

Although you weren't entirely sure if that was the truth, you hoped it was.

Before anything else could be said between you, you reached a hand towards his face, pulling him towards you so you could press a tender kiss to his lips.

"Say it again." He mumbled as you began trailing your lips down his throat.

"I love you." You sighed into his skin, heat already beginning to pool between your thighs. "I love you."

You were practically chanting the words as you continued to make your way down his body, eventually pausing when you reached the hem of his shirt.

You cast a quick glance to him before pushing the dark material up his body, letting him remove the clothing completely as he lifted it over his head, discarding it somewhere on the floor.

"Fuck, I love you." You muttered again, your fingers already hooking underneath the waistband of his boxers, eagerly tugging them down his legs.

"I love you so much." You said again, your voice dripping with desperation as you wrapped a hand around his length, making his hips jerk off the bed slightly.

Bo let out a guttural moan when you finally closed your mouth over his tip, wasting no time in taking him further.

You loved when he let you take control like this, when he let you show him just how much you cared for him. And from the sounds spilling from his mouth right now, it seemed he loved it too.

You felt him slide his hand over the back of your head, his fingers tightly gripping onto your hair as you started to bob your head up and down on his cock.

And whilst you were enjoying the fact that it was you who was coaxing the desperate moans out of him, you also found it relieving that you didn't have to speak anymore, because you still didn't know if you actually loved him. But you wanted to.

You continued your movements over him, causing quiet moans to keep slipping from his mouth as he gripped the back of your head, and after a while you could tell he was close.

Tears were starting to burn your eyes and saliva was running down your chin, and you had never felt more alive than you did in this moment. So what if you didn't love him yet, he still managed to light your whole body on fire whenever you were together like this. That was what mattered to you.

"Oh fuck." You heard him groan, his grip on your hair becoming painful now as he started to thrust into your mouth. "That's it. Come on."

After a few more hard thrusts into your mouth, you finally felt him go rigid beneath you, his warm release spilling over your tongue. And once he was spent, you pulled off of him, swallowing hard as you crawled back up the bed.

You both laid side by side, not touching, the sound of heavy breathing filling the room. And then he said "I love you."

And you had never felt more broken.

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