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kooshours · 8 months

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jeon's garage || CHAPTER 1

pairing: motorcycle mechanic!Jungkook x reader chapter genre: lots of fluff, slight crack rating: sfw warnings: mentions of substance abuse/absent parents, swearing, JK and mc meeting for the first time (a lot of cuteness and a bit of awkwardness), this JK word count: 6.0k

chapter summary: after successfully finding a bike (if it could even be considered one) you end up stumbling upon a repair shop and strike a deal with the owner. tag list: open! comment to join!

SERIES MASTERLIST

"This is a terrible idea." The first thing you heard as you stood with your best friend of ten years, Jaehyun, in the middle of a junkyard, staring at a motorcycle. Well, what was a sorry excuse for a motorcycle. Having been thrown away and forgotten in a dump, it was almost completely trashed. Any of the partially useful parts had been taken by anyone else who could make use of it. Now all that was left was the skeleton of what probably was a 20 year old motorbike.

"This is an amazing idea." You replied with a small grin. All in all, you knew your best friend was right. What kind of idiot got a random motorcycle from the junkyard? You did. It was the only way you could hide your newfound hobby from your older brother.

Growing up, your older brother had always been protective over you. Namjoon had major trust issues with anyone that entered your life and criticized anything you did that had the possibility of putting you in danger. So you knew that the moment you tried to tell him that you wanted to try and ride motorcycles, he would lose his shit. You'd probably lose your dear older brother to a heart attack.

You know that it was only because he loved you so much. Due to living in a not-so-good household, your older brother was the main one who took care of you. He deserved to be as protective as he was when everything in life just wanted to bite the two of you in the ass. He was 4 years old and taking care of you, teaching himself how to make the baby formula because your parents were too busy getting high off anything they could buy in a dark alleyway all while fighting a gambling addiction.

Because of that, your brother had learned not to trust anyone. He grew up to hate drugs and alcohol, to build walls around him and lose al of his faith in humanity. The only exception to these beliefs were you, and of course his best friends. But nobody was an exception of who he trusted around you, and that was including the 6 boys that he had been close with ever since middle school. He barely even trusted Jaehyun.

His overbearing protectiveness was the reason that you had never once met the guys that he called his brothers. He also made it clear that they didn't know a single thing about you either. All they knew was that Namjoon had a younger sister in her first year of university, and she was strictly off limits, no exceptions whatsoever. It was the one strict boundary that he had with all of his friends. The one thing that he was firm with and would never change no matter what. The moment any of them tried to get close to you, they would be dead to Namjoon.

It was a bit sad to you. You wished that you could meet the guys that your brother went out with every night and grew up with. You were curious as to who these guys were, since they were able to break down the walls that your brother had built up around himself ever since he was a kid. But they wouldn't be able to break down the fortress that Namjoon built around you, so you would only get to hear the stories and adventures that he went on, and the laughs that they had.

The main reason why you were in the middle of a junkyard looking for a motorcycle was for one reason. Freedom. Of course you loved your brother with every fiber of your being, but you couldn't stand how sheltered you had to grow because of it. Anything that was a potential danger to your health was an immediate no. It even took hours of convincing to get him to be okay with the job you had taken up at a local bakery.

He hated the thought of not being there to protect you. But you were 21 years old now, it was time for him to understand that he couldn't rule over your life forever. This was the most blatant act of rebellion you could think of.

That all brings you back to where you are right now, staring at the vehicle in front of you. Jaehyun had a disgusted look on his face. Not only from the sight of the thing in front of him, but also because of the fact that you were in the middle of a junkyard. The air smelled of animal shit, cannabis, and obviously trash. Your best friend was a bit of a germaphobe, but he was the biggest supporter of this independence plan. And he knew that even if he refused to come out, you would've gone anyways and you'd be stuck trying to haul a motorcycle by yourself.

"Whatever, let's just get this over with." Jaehyun muttered with an exasperated sigh. He knew that once you had your mind set on something, nothing would change that. It was what he had gotten used to over the years. He wasn't someone who usually marched to the best of his own drum no matter how often you had tried helping him gain more self-confidence. That meant that over these past 10 years he'd been your partner in crime, since you were the more assertive and extroverted one.

The next couple minutes, the air is filled with many strained noises and grunts, mutters from your best friend of "this was a terrible idea" and the sound of wheels being dragged through the dirt. Neither of you guys were particularly strong, but put together you were able to move the motorcycle without too much struggle.

After the two of you ended up getting the motorcycle into the back of his light blue Ford pickup truck, he closed the bed with an exasperated sigh. The two of you were sweating with extremely flushed faces, looking like you both ran a marathon rather than moved a 140 kilogram motorbike 9 meters and then lifted it into a truck bed.

"How are you even going to get this fixed?" Jaehyun asked as the two of you got into the front of the truck, still focusing on calming your breath. As soon as the car was on you and Jaehyun were both reaching to simultaneously point the AC fans towards yourselves. You had to admit that you definitely hadn't thought this far into the future, so you just gave him a sort of sheepish smile and nervous laugh.

"Well, that's a great question actually.." You mumbled, looking down towards your lap as you thought of any possible ideas. There was really only one option, because you sure as hell didn't know the first thing when it came to fixing up a motorcycle.

"I guess I can just look online for a mechanic. You don't mind keeping the bike at your place until I find one, right?" You asked, presenting your best exaggerated pout towards your best friend. He looked at you with an obviously unimpressed expression upon hearing that you hadn't planned ahead, but then again what did he expect? He should've known your response.

"Fine, we can keep it at my place for a few days. But you better find a mechanic soon. If not then I'm dropping this back off at the dump." Jaehyun replied with a defeated expression. You were glad that he allowed you to store the bike at his place, because if your brother caught a glimpse of your newest find, it would be fake over for you. You were practically bubbling with excitement the whole ride home.

Once you had showered all of the stink off and settled down in your apartment styled dorm for the night, you immediately reached for your laptop. There would definitely be a lot of researching to do, because you truly hadn't even comprised a vague plan of what you had to do.

All you had now was a trashed motorbike and the saved up money you earned from working at the bakery, which was quite a bit since your brother always insisted on paying for your tuition and housing for the university. A part of you wondered how he got all this money, but something else told you that it was probably better if you weren't aware and lived in peaceful bliss.

As you laid on your bed and opened up the web, you weren't really sure what to search up. Just going for the first thing you could think of, you just looked up "motorcycle mechanic near me" and pressed enter. What came up were many different options, but all of them were at least 30 minutes away. You could also tell that all of these mechanics would have you paying probably tens of thousands of dollars. Way more than you have. You knew that it was definitely a stretch to try and fix a motorcycle from practically scratch with 2,000 dollars, but it was at least worth a try.

After spending around an hour surfing the web through all of the different overpriced shops and reading reviews, you were stumped on what to do. Everything seemed to be much more expensive than what you could dream of affording, and the prices were only for minor changes to the bikes.

Maybe you were really in over your head. Blinded by the urge to show your brother that you had grown up and didn't need his help with anything. After sending a text to Jaehyun and informing him that this whole search was probably going to be useless, you decided to retire from your extensive search in exchange for getting some well needed rest. You had work in the morning at the bakery, and dealing with a bunch of middle-aged customers took most of your willpower.

The next day was already off to a terrible start. You never thought that staying up an extra hour last night would affect you much, but apparently the consequence for that was sleeping through your alarm. That was only the first shitty thing that happened. After having to skip your usual morning shower, you went to go make your usual morning coffee and the machine was broken. It simply didn't work. What was even more irritating about that was that you had spent around 200 dollars on an expensive espresso machine to save money. With the warranty having run out a few weeks ago, you knew it was a hopeless cause. Now you had to drive to work 45 minutes late and half asleep because the coffee machine was broken. Wonderful.

This wasn't the end of the series of unfortunate events though. Once you were all ready to go and finally out the door, you thought that would be the end to your karma for God knows what. As you turned onto the freeway on your usual route to the bakery, you were immediately met with the worst traffic you'd seen ever since you moved to the campus of your university.

As you were sitting in the standstill traffic, 1 hour late to work, it was so bad that you honestly just felt like turning back around and going right home. Save yourself from the embarrassment of being late to your job and just use the excuse of being sick. But you knew that it wasn't the right choice. So after going on your phone and calculating an alternative route, you were taking the next exit off the freeway.

The GPS was taking you down a new route that you had never seen in your life before. You were actually very surprised by this part of town. You had never heard of it in the two years you'd been living in this area, but it was beautiful. It was one of those artistic areas with the sides of buildings decorated with creatively designed murals and small local businesses with all sorts of antique decorations.

This type of place was right under your nose this whole time and you had never seen it before. It was right up your alley, and it was only about a 5 minute drive from your campus without any of the traffic. At this point you were less focused on the GPS telling you to make a U-turn because you missed your turn.

It was on this road that you almost stopped your car right in its tracks. Not that there were any cars behind you, but you didn't want to terrify the pedestrians walking down the sidewalk. Wedged in between two white brick buildings was a car garage, painted black with a rainbow mural on the front, and a neon sign titled "Jeon's Mechanic".

This was definitely not one of the options you had seen on the web last night, and you were suddenly intrigued. Either this store was going to be hella overpriced, or it was going to be cheap. At this point, work was the last thing on your mind as you signaled your blinker and turned into the parking lot of the garage.

After making a quick search on your phone, you were able to find the website of the car garage. It was a locally owned car garage and specialized in motorcycle repairs, causing you to let out a small shout of victory in your car. You put the car in park before scrolling down further on the website, looking around for all of the prices.

You had no idea what good pricing was for a motorcycle repair, you were just hoping for something close to your budget. There were only prices listed for minor fixes, but none of them seemed to exceed 1,000 dollars. Under the prices in tiny writing was a notice that prices for other services would have to be negotiated. It was now or never, you decided.

As you got out of your car and locked it, you could tell that this was definitely a place that a lot of local bikers knew about. There were bikes parked on the side, the owners standing around in the parking lot and chatting with each other. You didn't feel unsafe, but you were definitely intimidated. You were obviously out of place wearing one of your favorite white A-line dresses and a light pink cardigan.

This was the type of attire you usually wore to work, because you worked in a bakery. You didn't have a dresscode at the job, but you knew that the main reason the couple hired you was for your kind face and delicate style.

You swallowed down any nervousness that you were feeling and began walking towards the garage, ignoring any stares you were getting from the bikers hanging around.

As you entered the garage, you weren't really expecting what you saw. Not that you were expecting all black walls without any windows and some sort of gothic music to be playing, but you were pleasantly surprised by how nice it was. The lobby area felt really open with a lot of windows and plants around, and there was soft R&B music playing in the background.

There were LED lights illuminating the lobby and instead of having uncomfortable plastic chairs to wait in, there were cushioned seats lining the wall, right in front of a chalkboard wall with pieces of chalk laid out for anyone to write on. At this point, you were sort of glad that your morning detour led you here. You were given some hope that maybe you could begin your bike riding hobby.

You really weren't sure what to do once you entered, a soft bell sounded as the door opened and you walked in, but there was nobody by the front desk. You sort of awkwardly just approached the front desk as you took the time to look around the lobby some more. There were some pictures mounted on the wall. Most of them looked like biker groups, or photos of motorcycles that were definitely way out of your beginners league. After a couple minutes of playing with your own fingers, you finally heard rather heavy footsteps approaching you.

"Hey, sorry about the wait." You heard his voice before you saw him, and wow. He had a nice voice. You turned around to try and search for where the smooth tenor voice came from, and you knew that your reaction was probably a bit embarrassing. In front of you was probably one of the most panty dropping men you've ever seen before, standing behind the counter.

The first thing you noticed were his dark brown eyes which were slightly crinkled at the edges from his smile. Your eyes were glued to his face for an embarrassing amount of time. Your gaze drifted towards his perfectly shaped nose, and even further to his lips that were decorated with two lip rings, showing off beautifully straight teeth that took your breath away. He had a face that must've been sculpted by hand, and his godly face structure was accentuated by how his shoulder length hair was half pulled back, his bangs framing his face.

"How can I help you?" You were snapped out of your trancelike state by his voice once again, your eyes snapping back to his before you looked down in embarrassment. You didn't even know how long you had been standing there just looking at him, and it made you feel a bit awkward. You almost forgot the whole reason why you were standing in a repair shop when usually you wouldn't even get within 100 meters of one.

"Oh, right.. How much are bike repairs?" You finally found your voice, almost visibly cringing at the small shake to your tone. The handsome worker didn't seem to mind much, sporting the same warm smile as he listened to you.

"It depends, what exactly are you wanting?" He asked in a kind tone, reaching towards one of the drawers on the desk to pull out some papers. You didn't really know exactly what to ask for so you thought for a few moments before responding in an unsure tone.

"Um, like.. the whole bike fixed?" You asked, sounding much more stupid than you intended. By the way you saw one of his eyebrows slight quirk up, you knew that you definitely sounded like an idiot. Walking into a random bike garage and asking for a whole bike to be fixed. You hadn't even done research so you didn't know how to properly explain what you needed to fix.

"The whole bike? Are you maybe referring to just the engine?" He inquired in a patient tone, and you slightly pursed your lips. You knew that he could tell you didn't know the first thing about a motorcycle, if your attire wasn't enough of a hint.

"Well, probably.. amongst many other things." You replied in an unsure tone. He still had one of his eyebrows raised, and you noticed the piercing there as your eyes accidentally wandered a bit again. If you knew him any, you could swear that there was a hint of amusement on his face as he was processing what you were telling him.

"So you're saying that the whole bike needs to be worked on? Do you by chance have a picture of it? I need to see if it's salvageable and roughly how much it would be to fix." He said, making you feel a bit of hope. Maybe you could find someone to actually fix your job.

You reached for your phone and began looking through your photo album as you felt his presence move closer beside you. Your heart unwillingly began to speed up, a natural reaction to being in close proximity with someone as attractive as this guy. A part of you was wondering why he moved to stand next to you instead of waiting for you to just show him your phone, but you didn't dwell on it.

"Alright, here it is. I found it at a junkyard.." You mumbled in a slightly nervous tone as you showed him the pictures on your phone. As he bent down a bit to be able to see your phone screen you caught a whiff of the most delectable cologne you'd ever smelled. You had to physically restrain yourself from sniffing him like a weirdo, but what guy even smelled this good?

He reached towards your phone with one hand to zoom in on some parts of the picture, giving you a glimpse of the tattoos that decorated his right hand. You could see more tattoos disappearing under the sleeve of his jacket and a part of you really wanted to see the rest of what his sleeve was hiding.

"Wow, this really would require almost a full rebuild. It only really looks like the minor parts are attached to the frame. Are you sure that you would rather repair this than just buy a new one?" He spoke after a few moments, and you felt your expression slightly drop. You had tried looking online for bikes. Nothing was nearly around your budget, and somehow you just assumed that getting a bike from the junkyard would somehow be cheaper. He seemed to notice your fallen expression and quickly began speaking once again.

"But I'm sure we can find time to fix it, of course. It might be pricey though. What's your budget?" He asked as he leaned back up straight after finished with inspecting the condition of the bike you wanted to fix. He didn't step away from you though, and the proximity was making your cheeks feel a bit hotter than normal.

You could tell this would probably be the hardest part of what you wanted to do. Judging on what he said, you could tell that your budget was probably not nearly what you needed.

"Well, ideally around 2,000, if it's really needed I might be able to pull an extra thousand." You answered, and could immediately tell that your answer was not expected. He slowly nodded as he was obviously thinking about it. You were close to telling him never mind, that you could just buy a bike from a shop when he suddenly spoke.

"Normally, a repair of this magnitude might cost around 12,000 because of the condition it's in." He informed you, causing you to almost physically recoil. You weren't expecting the price to be six times your ideal budget, but what were you expecting?

"But, maybe we could work something out so you don't have to pay anything over your initial budget." He added on after a few moments and you looked at him with sort of a suspicious expression. You couldn't help but feel a bit weirded out by that proposal. Sure he was attractive, but what exactly was he trying to get at? Before you could stop yourself you slightly stepped away from him.

"And what would that be..?" You questioned a bit hesitantly. At first you saw the slight confusion on his features before the realization hit him. You watched as his cheeks and ears began to tint a red color as he seemed to notice just how his offer probably came off as. It was a bit amusing seeing someone who looked as intimidating as he did become so flustered in awkward within the span of a few seconds.

"I didn't mean it like that, I promise! I'm not trying to be creepy or anything, I just-.. Wow, I suck at this." He muttered to himself with a small sigh as he raised a hand to his forehead.

The sight of him berating himself made you unable to hold back the laugh that was bubbling up. His eyes shifted up to you when he heard your laugh, and after a few moments he joined in on the laughter. The sound of his laugh was just as melodic and pleasing as his voice was while speaking, and you were once again slightly swooning over this guy that you just met.

"Sorry if what I said came off as weird. What I meant by that was definitely not how it seemed. Um, how often are you available during the week?" He inquired, suddenly seeming to be a bit nervous. Even though your suspicions that he was some sort of pervert had disappeared, you were a bit curious as to why he was asking how often you had free time. Your curiosity was what compelled you to answer him.

"I'm usually available in the afternoon. I work from around 6 in the morning until 2PM on Mondays through Fridays." You replied. Some people didn't like having jobs early in the morning, but you were practically the opposite.

Your view on things was that it was better to get things over with, and you'd have the rest of the day to relax and do what you wanted. There also weren't many people who wanted to visit a bakery that early in the morning, and your pay wasn't dependent on how many customers there were.

"Alright, that's great. So, for the payment..." He trailed off a bit nervously, piquing your interest. What was getting him so nervous that he was having trouble looking at you while he was talking? He took in a deep breath before he looked at you with those hypnotizing dark brown eyes and spoke once again.

"I'll completely rebuild your bike for 2,000 if you're willing to come here and keep me company while I'm working on it... I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to, I'm sure I could figure out something else-"

"No, that's okay. I'll come in." You said before you could even properly think about it. You didn't know what compelled you to immediately agree without thinking over it, but you were answering before you fully processed what he was asking you to do. Was he asking you out in a romantic sense or something?

Judging by his reaction, you assumed that he was. His eyes went wide again when you suddenly agreed, the bambi eyes almost making you melt. The next thing you saw was his heartwarming smile as one of his hands moved to fiddle nervously with his earring.

"Oh, really? That sounds great! We can talk about the specific details, I'm sure it'll be easy to work around your schedule..." He trailed off, realizing that he had never caught your name or even introduced himself. He had been too focused on your beauty and talking to you to even introduce himself or ask for your name like he usually did with all of his other customers.

"____. Kim ____." You quickly introduced yourself, also realizing that he didn't know your name. His smile widened even more when you said your name.

"I'm Jeon Jungkook, the owner of the garage. It's lovely to meet you, ____." He replied warmly, and you felt your heart skip a beat when he said your name. You felt like this whole situation was way too good to be true the whole time you were both working out the days that you would come to visit his garage to keep him company while he worked on the bike.

He estimated that he'd have to work on it for around a month if you could come in 5 days a week for a couple hours each day. You were suddenly much more excited for the next few weeks. The start to your day didn't even matter to you anymore. What on earth did you even do to win this lottery?

Never did you think that you would end up in this situation, and yet here you were. Getting a deal on your bike in exchange for spending a few hours each day with one of the most charming and attractive men you had the privilege to look at? At yet here you were, watching the giddy man as he scribbled his personal number onto a piece of paper with a promise of texting him when you wanted to start your bike project. Little did neither of you know what exactly you had both gotten into.

"He told you WHAT?!" The volume of Jaehyun's voice over your phone made you flinch. As you looked up from your school work and caught a glimpse of your best friend's face, you were unable to contain your laugh. He was staring at you through the FaceTime screen with his jaw dropped and his eyes as wide as saucers.

"I know, I really wasn't expecting that. At first I thought he was offering something creepy in exchange for a discount, but instead he just wanted to spend time with me." You spoke with a small sigh, unable to fight the small smile spreading on your face as you thought back to your interaction with the garage owner earlier. This man had no business already living in your mind rent free.

"Holy shit. I can't believe you're finding yourself a hot bad boy. He has tattoos and piercings and owns a car garage?! I need to find where to sign up for someone like that." Jaehyun muttered under his breath, provoking the small blush on your cheeks to intensify.

"Honestly, when I first saw him I was kind of expecting some sort of cocky or dry personality. But he seemed really sweet..." You trailed off as you began to absentmindedly twirl your hair between your fingers.

"Oh my god, this man has already turned you into a hopeless school girl. You need to text him before I come over there and take your phone to do it myself." Jaehyun demands with his eyebrows raised. Your best friend wasn't firm about many things, but you could tell he wasn't bluffing at all.

"I will, I will. I just don't want to seem too obsessed or anything. It hasn't even been a day." You complained, glancing down at your desk at the corner piece of paper Jungkook had ripped off to scribble down his number. Would it be too forward to text him already? Technically, he was the one that had practically asked you out on a date 5 days a week for the next 4 weeks.

"____, stop being stubborn and text him. How many times are you going to get this type of opportunity? He's obviously interested in you, and you need to swipe up that opportunity before someone else can." Jaehyun advised, his tone now more serious. After thinking about his advice you just nod, knowing that he's right. Jungkook had made the first move by showing his interest, and since he had given you his number it was obvious that he wanted you to make the next move.

"Yeah, you're right. I'll do it right now." You finally concede. You take your phone and go into the message app, typing in the number to start a new conversation. After triple checking the numbers to save yourself from embarrassment of texting the wrong person, you type a message.

You: Hey! This is ____ from earlier. I'm interested in getting this project started as soon as possible, so when are you available?

"Okay, I sent the text." You say, exiting the message app as soon as the 'delivered' pops up under the text. As you enter back into the FaceTime, Jaehyun is giving you a smile of approval.

"See, it wasn't that bad! Now all you have to do is wait for-"

"Oh my god.. Oh my god! He texted me back already." You hurriedly cut your best friend off as you see the notification drop down on your phone. It hadn't even been a minute since you texted him and he had already replied.

Jungkook: Hey ____! I'm free anytime next week starting from Monday. Any time you're finished with work will be fine with me, I have a flexible schedule. Let me know what works best for you! Jungkook: And if you need any help bringing the bike into the shop, I'm free to help. :)

"He texted already?! What did he say?" Jaehyun questioned hurriedly, only able to see your face as you were smiling like an idiot. Not only did he reply within a minute, but even he double texted? You're definitely dreaming.

"Well I asked him about when I could start coming in and he said any time worked for him. Then he also told me that if I needed help transporting the bike to the shop then he could help." You informed Jaehyun as you were already typing a reply. If Jungkook was going to reply that quickly, you were going to match his energy.

You: Okay, Monday is great! Since I get off work at 2, I can probably be over there by 3:30. I actually had a friend that helped me with the bike so you don't have to worry about the extra help, thank you though!

"____, either you're completely lying to me about this whole thing or you really just did strike gold." Jaehyun shook his head, unable to believe that you were being truthful about the story you were telling him. But here you were with a stupid smile on your face at the sight of the three dots appearing on Jungkook's side of the conversation as soon as your message delivered.

"Well, you're going to get to meet him when we take the motorcycle over on Monday. You can see for yourself. And maybe see if you can find yourself a cute biker." You teased, finding your friends jealousy over your current situation funny.

"Yeah yeah, stop rubbing it in my face. Although I am definitely dressing up to deliver that bike on Monday. Hopefully there's more where he came from." You playfully rolled your eyes at your friend's reply, although you were also busy staring at your phone. You had watched the 3 dots continually appear and disappear for the past 30 seconds and you were wondering what he was typing.

Jungkook: Amazing, I'll be ready for you at 3:30 then. Can't wait to see you. :)

"Ah, he just said he can't wait to see me.." You muttered with an intensifying blush. You watched Jaehyun's mouth drop in a dramatic reaction before he slapped his hand over his mouth, provoking you to laugh.

"I don't even want to talk to you anymore. I'm feeling betrayed right now. My single buddy of 10 years is leaving me to wallow in my loneliness all by myself." He dramatically sighed and slumped down in his chair. You raised an eyebrow at his dramatic reaction while still laughing.

"Jaehyun, we're not even dating yet. He's just a.. possible love interest." You said with a small shrug. It was his turn to give you a deadpanned look because you and him both knew you were obviously lying. You both knew that Jungkook wanting your company while he worked on your bike was definitely meant to be him asking you out on a date(s?) in exchange for his services. He was showing his interest in you.

"He literally double texted you. You guys are practically married right now." After flipping your best friend off with a sarcastic smile, you were picking your phone up to text a reply to Jungkook.

You: I can't wait either. See you then.

He reacted to your message with a heart and as you exited the conversation, you realized that the dorky expression on your face never once left. How could he be having this much of an affect on you already? Part of you blamed it on how charming he was being, but this was also the first time you had ever been in this sort of situation.

You'd obviously never been in a relationship due to your brother being too protective, and... your eyes suddenly widened. You had been too focused on Jungkook that you totally forgot about what this could possibly mean. How would Namjoon react if he found out that you were talking to a guy like this? Would he be mad?

After a few moments of overthinking you shook your head. No, you weren't going to allow any thoughts of your brother ruin what this could possibly be. Why should he get in the way of a possible relationship? In most cases you would've turned down any other guy, but after just one meeting you had a feeling that Jungkook wasn't as shitty as Namjoon said guys were. You were hoping at least, and you were going to find out.

With or without his permission. Because the whole point of this was to show your brother that you were an adult and could make your own choices. You were done trying to obey his rules.

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lewkwoodnco · 3 months

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Falling For You - Lockwood x Reader

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

a/n: tfw you almost die in the arms of your future employer :) rip lockwood and co, never an agents first choice be it in canon or fanon ok ill stop now also just to be clear we’re all ignoring how much the title sucks ass okay god only gave out a limited number of brain cells and we can’t ALL be as creative as @bella-rose29 (will make a separate post on this a little later, not enough space here) (but also she was SICKKK for coming up w the title deck the halls (and not your partner) ok didn’t mean to turn this into a belle appreciation post but 👍)

warnings/tropes: fluff fluff FLUFF, this is about as fluffy as it gets from me ashdkd, cringy pick up lines overload, also I declare plagiarism (?) of some rlly popular incorrect quotes, you'll know it when you read them

word count: 2.6k!

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She and Lucy were in the kitchen, putting the kettle on and waiting for the boys to reach home. The four of them had split up to get some errands done that morning before breakfast - she and Lucy went to collect the payment for a few jobs, while Lockwood and George dropped off some paperwork at DEPRAC headquarters. Lucy put the kettle on while she refilled their teabag jar, and a minute later the boys walked in.

George was telling Lockwood off for something, who wasn't looking too sorry for whatever it was that he had done, though he clearly cared enough to try to suppress his giggles.

"Those forms took me hours, Lockwood. I wasn't about to let you drop them into some slush."

"I keep telling you, I wasn't going to drop them."

"How would you know when you were too busy making an ass of yourself?"

"I haven't seen a good pickup line in a while, George. You found it funny too."

"Yes, and the threat of you chucking our forms was downright hilarious."

She handed out the mugs of tea.

"What pickup line?"

"It was just a DEPRAC ad. Something like 'Are you a wraith? Because you have me love-locked.' Just a reminder of some quick signs of a visitor presence for Valentine's Day."

She meandered over to where Lockwood was standing at the kitchen counter, a little too casual. He immediately snapped up whatever he was scribbling. She looked mildly (read: exaggeratedly) injured, but he just gave her one of his winning smiles. Really, she was well within her rights to be suspicious.

"S'that?"

"A bill."

"What bill?"

"Nothing to worry about."

"I'm not worried."

"Good."

"Show me the bill."

"You're adorable."

It was a poor excuse of an attempt at a distraction, as she immediately started trying to snatch it away. Lockwood just held the folded paper above his head, trying to pry his jacket out of her yanking hands. After a minute or so of vehement struggling, the scuffle ended the way all of their scuffles ended - her playing at sour grapes.

"Oh! Go boil-yer-head. I don't even want to see that bill anyway."

He slotted the letter into an envelope smoothly as George cut in.

"Speaking of bills, hopefully, we'll be able to pay more of them off soon. Couples like to go away for Valentine's, so it's the perfect time to get any lingering visitors taken care of. We should put an ad in the paper, like DEPRAC."

That set Lockwood off again, and George groaned. As he got up to get another biscuit, she conspiratorially turned to Lockwood.

"Y'know, for someone who's so tickled by pickup lines, I bet you'd be terrible at them."

"Not more terrible than you."

"I beg to differ!"

"Wanna bet?"

"Thought you'd never ask."

“First person to laugh loses.”

”Not fair! I’m always laughing when you’re around. You’re bloody ridiculous.”

”Fine. First person to…er, feel something, loses. Deal?”

It wasn’t a question as much as it was a challenge. She hesitated. He took a sip from his mug. She let go of the breath she was holding.

“Deal.”

Their bet had taken a back burner in her mind while she was preparing for their case that night, but she was still immediately suspicious when she walked into the kitchen to see Lockwood innocently snacking on a bowl of raisins.

"What did you do?"

"Nothing."

"What are you going to do?"

"Nothing! Can't a guy eat his raisins?" He silently proferred the bowl to her. She narrowed her eyes.

"No thanks."

"How about a date?"

"When did we get - oh. Ha ha." There was a mischievous crinkle in Lockwood's eye. "Sneaky. I was busy preparing for our case, like a proper agent."

"Hmm, excuses, excuses."

"Fine. If George finds out you haven't read tonight's case file, you're on your own."

"NO no no no please please please -"

She prepped a few pickup lines before they left, just enough to stop Lockwood from becoming completely unbearable.

"Are you a visitor? Because you've been haunting my dreams."

She scrunched up her nose. "Boo. That's terrible."

"You try coming up with a visitor-themed one. They're all so horrible."

She paused for a minute.

"Are you a Lurker? 'Cause you're making my heart race."

"...no one likes a show-off," he grumbled, and she smiled to herself as they continued rooting through boxes, looking for a potential Source.

"Your hand looks heavy. Could I hold it for you?"

"What's it like to be the most gorgeous person in this room?" That one got a good laugh out of him.

"Might be more flattering if my competition wasn't a Raw Bones. You’re pretty and I’m cute. Wanna be pretty cute together?"

"If you and I were socks, we'd make a great pair."

She revelled in the huge smile that lit up his face. She knew he'd get a kick out of that one.

She hadn't expected to have as much fun with their game as she did. They recounted their highlights to Lucy and George on the way home, which made for an entertaining end to the case. As Lucy and George put away their coats, Lockwood lingered behind, looking at her as if there was something he wanted to say, but couldn't quite find the words. She became even more alarmed when he placed a hand on her shoulder, because of how serious he looked.

"Is everything okay?"

He took a shaky breath and tightened his grip on her shoulder ever so slightly.

"If you let me borrow a kiss, I promise I'll give it right back."

The line itself wasn't particularly outrageous, but in the darkness by the door, with their faces in the shadows and him holding her close, she momentarily forgot how to breathe.

"Good one," she whispered.

He gave her a sloping smile and retreated into the kitchen. She stood there for a moment, thinking about the warmth on her shoulder, as if his hand was still there.

"Did it hurt?"

"When I fell from heaven?"

"When you fell down the stairs. Right in front of us. It's been ten minutes and you haven't even gotten up yet."

With a strangled wheeze, he righted himself, looking more than a little stupid with his affronted expression and hair sticking up in all directions. They were on a case, and Lockwood had been a bit too close to the stairs whilst investigating the death glow on the landing. It had been quite a painful-looking rollercoaster of a fall with many bumps as he flailed for the railings, ending with a muffled scream.

"I was checking for broken bones."

"For ten minutes? Do you even have that many bones?"

He had an oily smirk on his face, though it was mostly nullified by his slightly crossed eyes.

"I've got...so many bones, I could give you a...wait. No. Hey lady, do you want a...bone? If you were a bone, you'd be in my...body...my body has all the bones...hang on. Okay, got it. Bones....fuck."

"...concussion?"

"Nuh-uh."

That was the moment his knees chose to buckle under him, and the three of them hurried to hold him upright. Even though he kept insisting he was fine, he was looking far too pale and woozy, so they flagged down a cab and pushed Lockwood into it. After a quick round of rock paper scissors, she joined him in the cab while George and Lucy got to stay to finish the job.

It had been a bit of a challenge to fumble for the key to the front door with the dead weight that was Lockwood compressing her spine, but she somehow managed. She tried her best to keep track of all of his long limbs after he knocked his head on the side of the door frame, groaning again. She dumped him onto their living room sofa, going down with him in the process, and with some difficulty peeled herself out of his grip. The bump had clearly taken quite a bit out of him, for by the time she returned with a blanket, he had completely passed out.

With some difficulty, she wrestled his rapier off of him and draped the blanket over him. She put away her own gear and rapier and curled up with a book on the armchair opposite the sofa. It was odd to see Lockwood sleeping. And even more odd to see him doing it so peacefully, like all thoughts and worries had been knocked clean out of his head. Much like her thoughts, the first time they met.

It hadn’t even been her goddamn fault. She had been lugging around her uncle’s rapiers since hers had been sent for cleaning and it was starting to make her arm ache. She deserved a little lean, no doubt. Only, what she thought was the door frame had been the door itself, so when her then-future employer had opened the door, she stumbled right into his arms.

And then promptly fell out of them when he let her go by surprise. To his credit, he was superfluously apologetic and sympathetic, and kept asking if her head was alright throughout the interview. It was a little annoying, if she were entirely honest, but she was grateful when that sympathy translated into a job, because all coherent thoughts in her head were lying somewhere on their front door runner.

As much as she tried not to think about the incident since Lockwood showed no sign of doing so himself, it kept her up at night more than she'd like to admit. But it had also been rather liberating, as there was little else she could do that would be any worse.

As if hearing her thoughts, Lockwood began to stir after an hour or so, opening his eyes blearily. She instinctively put her book down and crouched next to the sofa, where she immediately felt awkward. After a moment's hesitation, she placed her hand on his forehead, and they blinked at each other in confusion.

"How're you feeling?"

"Great." He cleared his throat, which barely helped his hoarse voice. "Chipper."

"Are you sure? Feeling chilly?"

"No, I'm fine. Are you a construction worker?"

"...huh?"

"Because you are building."

"What."

"I win."

He turned to his side and buried his face into his cushion with a satisfied look on his face.

"Oh, Lockwood. I don't think..."

He pulled his head out of the cushion alarmingly fast. That couldn't have been good for his neck. "Ohhh, too good for my pickup lines now, eh?"

"I...what?"

"I get a bump on my head and you don't like my pickup lines no more?"

"Why do you have a Brooklyn accent?"

"You's got a Brooklyn accent."

"Okay, now you're just throwing a tantrum."

He fussed for a few more minutes, muttering out of the corner of his mouth or into the cushion, but eventually calmed down. As his eyes fluttered close, his breathing becoming long and even, she quietly got up to leave.

"Just so you know...I do think you're building."

The Brooklyn accent was gone, and though his low murmur was comfortably familiar, something in it sent a spark running through her brain.

"I think you're building too."

She could have sworn he had a small smile before his mouth relaxed as he drifted off again.

She didn't see much of him after that, given how much rest he needed, and the reprieve from their game was a welcome relief. The pickup lines didn't slide off her tongue as easily when she meant them as much as she did now. Still, she couldn't hide from him forever, and ran into him in the kitchen a few nights later.

"Oh. Hey."

He held up the biscuit tin. "Hello. Catching up on my biscuit rations."

She smiled. "Feeling better?"

"Definitely. A little sick of lying about, but I think I've finally got my head on straight."

He smiled, and the tension between them melted. She smiled back.

"Must have been scary, having your brain go wonky like that."

"It was...wild. I don't even know how I had the presence of mind to put my rapier away."

Her cheeks burned as she pointedly rummaged through their pantry for a snack while Lockwood brewed tea for the both of them. They sat at the kitchen table in silence, slowly sipping their tea as they ignored the elephant in the room. That is, until Lockwood broached the subject.

“Did it hurt?”

She put her mug down. “Lockwood.”

“Did it hurt?” He pressed, firmly.

“I’ve already heard this one.”

“Just - humour me for a minute, won’t you?”

She looked at the little she could see of his face, given how close they were sitting, and gave a small sigh.

“So. Did it hurt?”

“When I fell from heaven?”

“When you fell into my life.”

He lightly squeezed her hand, it was only then that she realised that they were holding hands. She choked on her breath in a mildly undignified manner, but with the proximity and the unexpected answer, she was well and truly taken aback. She waited for the embarrassment to kick in. There were a lot of things to be embarrassed about at that moment - how he could probably see every imperfection on her face, how he could probably tell how nervous she was getting from how clammy her palm must be, and of course that he remembered their dreadfully embarrassing first encounter.

But the shame never came. If anything, she felt oddly…touched. There wasn’t anything embarrassing about the memory anymore. It was…as much as it pained her to admit it…slightly romantic. She looked away from his face, shaking her head slightly, staring at their gripping hands. So easy it was to hold onto each other in the shadows, but terrifying in the daylight. Scratch that, it was terrifying to see herself holding his hand just as tightly as he held hers. Maybe he did compel…something in her.

His hand disappeared into his pocket, and a moment later he was pulling out a familiar, weathered envelope.

"I've never...I've never asked anyone to be my Valentine. Never knew how it worked. Still don't really know how it works. So I tried writing it all down, and..." Lockwood frowned at the loopy yet measured scrawls in front of him. He sighed in defeat, crumpling the letter. "...and I still don't know how it works."

She swallowed through the lump in her throat. "Me neither. But..." she tore her eyes away from the table, looking at his face with his emotions stacked plain as day. "I think we know enough."

She curled her fingers into his. Years ago, she hadn't thought knowing if she was in love would ever be an issue, but for so many years she struggled to find the love they wrote books, songs and poetry about. But sitting here now, in the dim light of the kitchen, with a person whose face she could trace in her sleep, she realised Little Her had had it right all along.

“I always thought you were very nice to me in that interview. A little too nice.”

“You didn’t hear the way you screamed. I thought you were going down with a heart attack.”

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irkimatsu · 2 months

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Gotta love Overlord Husk with a breeding instinct...

Logically, he knows it's impossible. Sinners can't reproduce, and even if they could, it'd be an awful idea for him to bring a kid into this world. Even putting aside the fact that he's in Hell, he lives a dangerous lifestyle as a kingpin of Hell's gambling industry. No fucking way could he be responsible for a kid in an environment like this.

When he's in rut, though, all sense goes out the window... especially now that he has a beautiful pet who he'd love to make the parent of his kits. Any other tasks you may have for him can wait, and any events he was planning to attend with you can be skipped. Your only job for the next few days is to be available when he wants to breed you... which he will, constantly. He'll take you no matter where you are in the mansion, fucking you hard and rough, filling you with loads of cum that he then fucks deeper into you, making sure you don't lose a single drop. His favorite positions when he's like this are to either have you on face-down while he lays over you, or positioning your hips into a mating press. Overall, though, he'll go for whatever position gets him inside you sooner.

He doesn't have much control over his form when he's like this. You'll be seeing more of his larger, more bestial form whenever he's in rut... feeling a whole lot more of it, too. He knows you can't take him at his full size, but he'll find your limit and keep himself there as he cums in you over and over again.

Don't worry, he'll take care of you between breeding sessions. He needs to make sure the one who will be providing him with kits is healthy and happy. You'll be cuddled and given plenty of rest between sessions, and you'll be given the finest meals he can provide to keep your energy up. You'll need it for the next session.

He's so apologetic a few days later when he finally calms the hell down. Of course he doesn't want kids, what the fuck was that about?! He'll spoil you with gifts in this cooldown period, trying to make up for how badly his brain melts whenever he's in rut. He promises he won't let that happen again.

It'll happen again. You don't mind it.

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All I Wanted

chapter 01 "just to relive the start" master list word count 3.3k ☆ cursing songs mentioned

This all started two years ago.

Diagnosed with a chronic disease, your life changed. You knew something was wrong when you started to experience extreme fatigue no matter how much rest you got, the pain that frequently flared through your body, and the rash that came and went over your cheeks. Discomfort and illness racked through your body more times than you could count, and the diagnosis made sense. It all suddenly clicked, but so did the reality of your situation.

Working, keeping your insurance was fucking hard. You seemed to have more bad days then good, and after losing your coverage you started to get overwhelmed with bills. Medications that sometimes didn’t work, doctor visits that cost an arm and a leg (not really but it was still expensive per visit), it was like drowning in paperwork and credit card bills.

So.. your best friend came up with an idea.

You’ve known Jake Seresin since you both were in high school. That ‘more than friends’ line was never crossed, at least not ever that you two would talk about it. You went to college while he joined the Navy, and he became a naval pilot, but that connection never got lost on you two. Truly, you both were thick as thieves.

So selling the idea that you two were getting married was.. Fairly easy to convince everyone else. They all kept saying things like “we knew it!” or “about damn time!”.

But it was fake. All of it. Sure, you two cared about one another, but it was just an arrangement that mostly benefited you. Him? He was putting his entire career on the line if anyone were to find out what you two had done.

That was a year ago. A year of a married life that you and Jake weren’t expecting, but you two made it work. Jake spent a lot of time away from home due to his job, and as time passed you found yourself always looking forward to when he did come back home.

You had moved in with Jake shortly before your wedding, just outside of Austin city limits in a ranch home you had always told him was too big for one person who barely got to enjoy their time there. He always would just roll his eyes and point out that now, you were there. Still.. It was gracious of him to even offer.

This whole arrangement was more than you could ever repay him for.. It made you feel guilty sometimes for accepting all of this. Because what did he get out of this besides a ring on his finger that forced him to no longer chase ass and a weight on his shoulders to stay in line or else face the consequences?

Guilt always ran through your mind when Jake was away on missions, following you through the days and into the nights - much like tonight. Jake, on the other hand, had accepted this little charade. Honestly?.. He didn’t mind it one bit.

While you were stewing in your guilt, Jake was heading home, early, which he was hoping would surprise you. He had been cut loose from his mission a whole week early - all thanks to his skills in the skies. Driving to your shared home, Jake’s mind was practically shut off from exhaustion, basically driving out of Austin on autopilot.

There were worse things in life than coming home to someone already in bed, spending time with them on roadtrips, dinners together, laughing because you were their best friend. Sure, it was a marriage and commitment out of false pretenses, but that never changed the fact Jake and you were close, always had been, always would be.

The only thing on his mind was getting home and getting into bed with you. The thought of sleeping in an actual bed, not some flimsy cot or airport bench or plane seat, made his muscles ache in anticipation. Even while he pulled down the driveway, grabbed his bag from the truck, and quietly stepped inside the silent house - his first thoughts were you.

Making his way to the bedroom, he carefully peeled the first layer of clothing off, pulling his shirt over his head as he could just make out your figure in bed under the covers. Next, he undid his belt and slid his jeans down his legs so he was bare in his boxers, his eyes not leaving your form as he watched to make sure his movements didn’t wake you.

He had to admit - you were cute when you were sleeping.

Pulling back the covers, Jake eased himself down onto the opposite side of the bed, the soft sheets making him groan. Immediately, he felt you stir and he cursed himself as you rolled over to look at him.

“Jake?” your raspy voice sounded in the room. Jake let out a soft sigh and rolled onto his side as well so he could face you, your figure dimly illuminated by the moon outside the window.

“The one and only,” he responded quietly, which made you let out a small grunt.

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home early,” you said, ignoring his tease. He can see your eyes open and his shrugs. “I could’ve stayed up-”

“No, I wanted it to be a surprise,” Jake interjected. “Can I hold you?”

You nodded, rolling away from him to face the other way. On cue, Jake scooted closer to your back and wrapped his arms around you in a tight embrace. Immediately the scent of your shampoo hit him and he was a goner, relaxed against you like his life depended on it.

“You've been okay?” He asked softly as he moved your hair from his face so he could rest his chin near your neck. You didn’t ever mind him holding you like this, he said it helped him ground himself when he’d come home.

“Yeah,” you said softly. “Mostly good days.”

“Good,” Jake said and let out a soft sigh. This was what he had been looking forward to for weeks now. He was such a fuckin’ sucker for it.

“Are you okay?” You asked him quietly, checking in with him this time. Jake inhaled deeply, his exhale hitting your neck and it tingled slightly.

“It was smooth sailing,” Jake responded, tightening his arm around you slightly. “Helps that I’m a badass in the sky.”

“Shut up,” you laughed softly. Jake grinned and you both fell into a silence. Your breaths were the only sounds in the room, before you shifted closer into him.

“I missed you.”

Your admission was soft but he heard it. Jake found himself running his thumb over your arm, and you in turn found it comforting. The littlest of his touches seemed to do that nowadays.

“I missed you too, sunshine,” he whispered near your ear and he swore he felt you shiver.

Jake hadn’t been honest with you recently. For months, actually. Not since his last deployment. Something had changed these last 5 months. Jake had found himself unable to get you off his mind, unable to stop thinking about how good it felt to hold you like he was right now, or how much he wanted this to be real. Hell, for him it was becoming real.

And it was starting to scare him. Even more so because he didn’t know what was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

He was more than happy to have this for the rest of his life, have you as his live-in best friend turned fake wife, but the mere thought that there could be more here is what made his stomach twist.

Jake wasn’t the sappy type, he never really wanted anything serious because of his career. He liked women, he liked sex, he liked detachment. Yet, there you always were, since high school.

Things changed. And he didn’t know how to admit that to you or even to himself.

He could tell by the way you went lax against him that you fell back asleep, your breaths low and soft. Jake took this opportunity to press a kiss to your shoulder before he let himself finally doze off.

With Jake settled back in at home, you realized just how nice it was having him around. Sure, both of your families still lived near Austin, but they couldn’t be with you 24/7. But when Jake was home, he tended to keep close.

Today was no different.

He dragged you out to do errands, bustling about the city in his truck with the windows down and music blaring and it was the most comfort you had felt in weeks. Jake was singing along obnoxiously loud to country music, even over the wind that blowed through the open windows. Behind his aviators and that perfect smile you couldn’t help but feel..

Well. Something.

He was really into it. Who wasn’t? ‘Big Green Tractor’ was a classic. Eventually, when Jake looked over to you for a split second while he drove, when his hand went over the center console to rest on your knee encouragingly, you finally caved in.

Belting out the chorus with him over the wind reminded you of this very scenario, but the two of you in high school, weekend nights down back roads in a more aged truck back then. Just.. good times.

Getting to a light, Jake’s hand was still placed on your knee, his fingers drumming lightly against your skin. You pulled out your phone when it went off and squinted through your own sunnies at the dark screen.

“Bradshaw is in town,” you said and Jake turned the radio down to hear you better.

“Bradshaw?” He asked.

“The one and only,” you joked this time. Jake grinned and squeezed your leg. “Actually, sounds like your whole squad is here.”

“No shit,” Jake said as he resumed driving when the light turned green.

“He wants to hit up 6th street tonight,” you said to him over the wind.

“Would you want to?” Jake asked and tossed a glance your way.

“I guess so,” you teased him and placed a hand over the one he had on your leg and gave him a squeeze this time. Jake flipped his hand over and caught your wrist, bringing your hand up to his lips and placed a chaste kiss to your fingers.

Jake hesitated for a moment when his eyes caught a glimpse at your hand, the wedding rings he had given to you proudly on display. Something inside him stirred at the sight.

You were his.

Bar hopping wasn’t how you typically spent your Saturday night but here you were. Three bars into the bar crawl and you were feeling it. No amount of water would let you keep up with these guys.

Bradley, Javy, Bob, Mickey, and even Natasha had flown in special. Natasha was your wingwoman for the night as the guys mostly kept to themselves, all except for Jake who did occasionally catch your gaze and give you a wink.

“You two make me sick,” Natasha said, bringing you back to reality. “Like genuinely make me want to throw up.”

You laughed a bit and lifted your beer to your lips and took a swig. It wasn’t the ideal choice but it would do.

“Jealousy doesn’t fit you, babe,” you chuckled and she rolled her eyes.

“Jealous? I’m not ready for the level of commitment you two got goin’ on,” she remarked and you bit back a smile.

Little did she know..

“Any chance he gets he’s looking over here,” she said before you could fully collect your thoughts. You looked back over and sure enough, there was Jake stealing a glance this way before turning back to his bro group.

“We’re..married, what can I say,” you said nonchalantly. Natasha laughed.

“Eye fucking you more like, and again.. It’s sick.”

Her comments lingered in your mind for the rest of the night, as you all regrouped and were onto the fourth and final bar experience of the night. By 2AM, you were wrecked and ready to fall out into bed. But they all had other plans- a “friendly” game of pool.

“Shirts versus skins,” Bradley joked, earning groans from the rest of the group. “What?”

“We’re gonna be an odd man out,” Bob pointed out, since there were seven of us present. You happily hummed into your drink, before putting a finger to the tip of your nose.

“Noes goes,” you said and Natasha glared at you.

“Please don’t leave me to play them,” she begged and you shook your head. “Traitor.”

“Gotta be faster than that,” you grinned and Jake’s hand grazed your arm, and he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Mind getting me a beer?” he asked lowly. You tensed up slightly, his breath on your skin felt hotter than normal.

“Sure,” you responded after clearing your throat. As you stepped away and his hand slowly trailed down your arm and away from your skin you felt a rush of air in your lungs. What the fuck was that? When you got to the bar and managed to get the bartender's attention, you just ordered one beer and tapped your fingers on the bartop.

No that was.. It was just the ruse. Just this charade we had going on. An act for the group of friends.

Just as the beer was placed before you and you reached into your back pocket for some wadded up cash, an arm extended past your shoulder with a hefty AMEX..

“Put it on my tab,” the voice, groggy and low, said from behind you. Of all the things happening tonight, dealing with a drunk wasn’t what you expected. Or wanted.

“I’m good, thanks,” you declined, trying to hand the bartender the cash, but the man behind you came up by your side, pushing his card further over the counter.

“I insist,” he nearly growled.

“Insist all you want,” you said, placing the cash into the waiting bartender’s hand, who was watching the whole exchange. “I said I’m good.”

“What? Too good for me to buy you a fucking drink?” the stranger asked and immediately you felt your temper flare.

“Actually? Yeah,” you said and picked the beer off the counter with one hand, and held up the other to show off your rings. “And happily married, asshole.”

“I don’t see him anywhere,” the man grinned as he rested against the bartop, eyeing you up and down.

“See him now?”

The voice made you turn to the side, and there he was in all his glory. The smile and lightheartedness that had been in his eyes and over his face all night was now replaced with a cold glare and furrowed brows. Jake never did like it when men approached you unwelcomed, even back in college.

Guess it stuck.

“Everything alright?” Jake asked you, his eyes not leaving the strangers increasingly agitated stare.

“Fine,” you answered, not fully believing it. You stepped back from the bar towards Jake’s body, and he immediately brought his hand behind your back, ushering you behind his body. His eyes searched yours for the truth and you gave him a nod. Finally, he turned back to the stranger and scowled.

“Have a good one,” Jake spat out, not truly meaning it.

The rest of the night was filled with tension. For the remainder of the pool game, as everyone said their goodbyes for the night, when you and Jake took an Uber home, when you got through the front door.. Just tension.

Jake tossed his wallet and keys down onto the counter as he neared the kitchen. You watched, closing and locking the front door as he kicked his shoes off and ruffled his hair.

“Are you hungry?” he asked suddenly. “I’m fuckin’ hungry.”

“I.. Sure, yeah, could eat,” you admitted, following him into the kitchen.

“Grilled cheese?” He asked and a quiet rumbling sound escaped your throat.

“You know I love those,” you mumbled and Jake was already pulling out everything to make one.

“I know, I’m the best,” Jake said over his shoulder as he started to prepare one of his masterpieces.

A grilled cheese sandwich was simple, but so delicious. Especially when you’re tipsy. You watched as Jake warmed up a skillet, tossed in some butter, made the sandwich with ease, and grilled it in the pan.

Domesticity looked good on him.

Immediately at that thought, a wave of guilt hit you. This was wrong.. Look at him! This Jake was meant for someone else, someone he actually loved, someone he actually wanted to spend the rest of his life with.. You were fucking that up for him.

“One perfect grilled cheese,” Jake said as he plated the sandwich and cut it in half with the spatula. When he turned around to set the plate down on the kitchen island, he immediately saw the look on your face. “What?”

“Nothing,” you said and took one of the halves of the sandwich, it was hot to the touch.

“Oh, come on,” Jake said. You finally noticed his accent sounded heavier tonight after all the drinks. “Don’t do that to me. What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

You drop the sandwich back onto the plate and stand from the barstool. Jake watches with a raised brow as you pull away, back to him as you faced the living room, lost in thought. He circles around the countertop and comes up behind you.”

“Sunshine-”

“You deserve better,” you said suddenly and Jake falters. His brows furrow slightly, even if you can’t see it. And, he thinks he felt his heart stop for a moment.

“What?” he asked again. Maybe he didn’t hear you right.

“Look at you! Pure fuckin’ perfection,” you said and finally turned to face him. Maybe he did feel his heart stop, because the look in your eyes were sad and he hated that. “You could make any woman happy and here you are, stuck with me, stuck with this.. This fake setup.”

It was Jake’s turn to frown now. Where was this coming from? Things had been good, great even. He didn’t know how to ease the turmoil in your mind. Well he could tell you how he felt, set you straight..

But the smallest inclination you might not feel the same way made him decide otherwise.

“Sure, I could make any woman happy,” he said after a few moments of pause. Jake took a step closer, his hands able to reach yours to engulf in his own. “Right now? All I wanna do is make you happy.”

“Jake-”

“Listen to me,” he cut you off and you bit your tongue. The way Jake’s head dipped slightly to meet your eyes better, the way he slightly leaned in so you could really feel his presence - you felt a knot in your stomach.

“You’re my best friend, nothin’ is changing that, nothin’ ever could. This was all my idea, ok?.. I like it. You were always my rock when I went through flight school, through TOPGUN.. Lemme be your rock now, just please stop fightin’ this.”

As Jake spoke he entangled his fingers with yours and you slowly nodded. Looking like he accomplished ending the next world war, he straightened himself and planted a kiss on your temple. If you felt even just a little more at ease tonight, he was happy with that. And maybe one day he can tell you everything else he thinks about you.

But tonight, over a shared grilled cheese sandwich and putting on reruns of Yellowstone, the two of you forgot anything about the tension, about your turbulent thoughts. Instead, you both curled up on the couch, and he held you under his arm until you were asleep.

Coincidentally, you both spent most of the night thinking the same thing - maybe it’s time to tell one another how you feel.

“The polestar that will guide you into a more loving future is already shining bright in the night sky of your soul. But to see it, you must accustom your eyes to the fertile darkness you have tried to avoid.” - Sam Keene

#Jake seresin #Jake seresin x reader #Jake 'hangman' seresin x reader #hangman x reader #Jake seresin fic

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tas01 · 1 year

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I wanted to share some things I've manifested. There's more I've done. So there will be part 2 in my future posts.

Manifesting men into my life.

Finding random love letters on my car. Just from walking by men or being in a store.

My affirmations

All men are instantly attracted to me.

That guy right there likes me and wants to date me.

That guy wants my number, he's going to give me his number.

That guy thinks I'm so beautiful.

All men want to date me

I'm so beautiful and the prettiest.

Manifest my desired phone. (Samsung Ultra 22)

I ended up trading my old phone in for my desired phone. And out of nowhere, there was a sale going on that day. I ended up paying nothing for it. And my phone company upgraded my phone plan at no charge.

My affirmations

Yep, it's mine.

I can afford it.

I love my new phone.

I have my new phone

It's the prettiest phone I've ever owned.

Another thing I did is I kept looking at the website and pretended I was shopping for it. And I put it in my cart and pretended I purchased it.

Desired Body

I lost 15 lbs in less than a week. With no change in diet or my exercise routine.

I did drink more water as a placebo effect. (Diet loss tool) I believed it worked because I already have this as my dominant thought. My thought of drinking tons of water will help me show quicker results.

I kept looking into my mirror by saying these

Affirmations

Omg I am so freaking skinny.

I am losing so much weight.

I can't believe how amazing I look.

I look so happy and healthy.

My SP

I've been feeling super closer and building a stronger and closer relationship with my Sp.

Affirmations

My sp loves being my best friend.

I love being my sp best friend.

My sp loves sharing everything with me.

I love sharing everything with my sp.

My sp loves talking to me everyday.

I love talking to my sp everyday.

My sp thinks about me all the time.

I think about my sp all the time.

My sp is comfortable around me

My sp says I am the only woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life.

My desired job

They hired me with no experience or a degree in this field. I'm a patient at this place and they said they were looking for someone to fill in and if I was interested. I said YES! PLEASE!

Affirmations

I don't remember affirming. But I just knew that I would be working there and feeling how amazing it would be to work here. I guess I was living in the end. As if I was already working there. 🥰

Manifested today a free coffee from Starbucks. I Affirmed today hm I wonder if I can manifest a free coffee. The lady said to me as I was purchasing a bag of coffee and I was also going to pay for a coffee to stay here so I can blog this post. She said you know I can just use your coffee out of this bag so you won't need to pay for the vente 👏😁 There are no big or small manifestations. There's no time limit. Everything you want is yours. 💋

Life is easy, life is simple. As soon as I say something I want, I instantly can have it.

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restinslices · 4 months

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Hi I’m the anon who asked about the popstar one! (Loved what you did btw) If it wasn’t too much of a problem I love if you could do the Lin Kuei boys + Syzoth too!

Me finally getting to my requests?! Who would’ve thought. Everyone got around 300 words besides Syzoth, who got 400. Why? No further questions.

Bi-Han

You can change him? Well I can accept him as he is! You don’t like the murders? Grow up! The atrocities are a part of him and I’ve decided they’re funny :D

I know the Lin Kuei are a part of Earthrealm but are they allowed to have technology?

For the sake of this, imma say technology is very very limited

With that being said, what do you mean you're a pop star? It's not that he doesn't know what it is, he just doesn't get why. All the things you could be doing and popstar is where you landed

I don't wanna make it seem like everyone is supportive but him but this is Bi-Han. He's going to judge

He's the Grandmaster so he's always busy. Going to concerts isn't happening and honestly? He doesn't give me the vibes of someone who's a fan of concerts

He doesn't hate your job, he just genuinely doesn't get it

Remember how I said Kung Lao will give you brutally honest advice? Same goes for him. You can always trust the truth to come outta him (unless it's about the father he let die but anyway)

I don't see him doing anything special. I don't see him buying posters or tickets or streaming or concerts. He cares for you but doesn't see the need to do all that.

If he did stream he'd probably just put the video on repeat on his phone and go do other shit. At the same time though, do they even have cell service? Where is Lin Kuei HQ??

Absolutely refuses to add ice or snow to your set for an MV. Be a team player. Damn. Stop thinking everything is beneath you.

“That is entirely beneath me” “aight, I guess you don’t want me beneath you”

He apologizes for his outburst (I was making that joke happen by any means necessary)

I just think he's the most nonchalant about dating a celebrity. Probably forgets you're a popstar

Loses a piece of his sanity everytime a Lin Kuei ninja loses their mind over you. Actually wants to join his father in the afterlife. How y'all even seeing these performances? Y'all sneaking off?!

You're disturbing his peace but hey, it is what it is

Kuai Liang

Also doesn't understand why that job, but he's less judgmental than Bi-Han. Not everyone can defend Earthrealm.

I also don't see him doing a lot. He's busy and also he's just not interested in being around a bunch of sweaty ass fans. Nothing against you

If he did buy your merch I think he'd set it in like, a box. He only bought it to be supportive. He's not gonna hang it up or anything. To be honest, he might give it to the rest of the guys (Johnny, Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and Liu Kang)

I see the Lin Kuei as private and not really interactive when it comes to normal citizens so I honestly don't know what to say for them 😭

I don't even know if Kuai Liang likes pop music. Him and Bi-Han give me the vibes of someone who listens to white noise to past time

Like Bi-Han, he's nonchalant about the whole celebrity thing.

Probably doesn't even have a phone. He probably got an old ass mp3 player. What are you doing with that?

If your songs are more calm and chill, I can see him liking it when you sing while he does something

Popstars wear dramatic ass outfits and this is definitely when he starts judging you

“How does it look?” “It… looks”

He's used to practical outfits so I think he subconsciously spots all the ways your outfits could injure you

“You could be easily spotted” “That's the whole point”

Will he add fire to an MV for background effects? Possibly. He has to have nothing else to do and be absolutely bored out of his mind to do so. Bi-Han says no out of spite and “this is beneath me”. Kuai Liang initially says no and has the same “this is beneath me” thought process, but he folds easier. There's certain things he is absolutely not doing though

“I am not saying 'get over here’ for you” “You're so not fun”

This relationship feels like a hostage situation but oh well

Tomas Vrbada

He wants to be as stern and serious as his brothers but we all know I babygirlify him so it's not happening

He doesn't have a phone but he asks Johnny to use his and have your shit on repeat for the views

Idk why but I feel like he's a Twice stan so he's no stranger to pop music. I have no reliable sources for this

I could see him buying pins and keeping them in his pocket since he can't have it on his outfit

I don't think for any of the brothers, your fans would know you're dating which is something they'd want. They're assassins. They can't be all over the internet.

Doesn't go to concerts because he can't. Such a sad life

Gives background smoke for effects cause he's a team player

Wants to be the first to hear anything you're working on

Gives you honest advice but nicely

I think he has conflicting feelings about you always being in the spotlight. He loves that you're happy but is also worried because that comes with danger and if smth were to happen, there's a good chance he wouldn't be there

I feel like Tomas can lowkey sing (once again no reliable sources present) so karaoke? karaoke.

You could talk him into doing a collab but it'd never be released. It'd just be for you two

He wants to keep up with everything you're doing as it's happening but once again, no phone. Instead he just checks in with you whenever he sees you

The most aware out of the brothers that he's dating a celebrity.

Probably the brother you'd feel the most supported by because he's the most expressive (?). He makes his support very known and doesn't question why you're doing what you're doing

He doesn't give me as much Ken energy as Johnny does, but he still gives me “Ken only has a great day if Barbie looks at him”. Like I said for Johnny, you're Barbie regardless of gender

Syzoth

Does Zaterra or Outworld even have popstars? For comedy sake, imma say not exactly

He was ran out of Zaterra and he was working for Shang Tsung, so even if they do he had no time to actually enjoy music

So when he hears you're a popstar, he has no idea what you're talking about. You have to genuinely explain what your job is, what you do, what's a tour, what's merch, etc. etc.

Like the Lin Kuei Bros, he has no phone. He doesn't understand technology at all. He's like a grandpa fr, so his interactions with your music is slim to none when it comes to music videos

Explain it to him as many times as you want. He doesn't get it.

You have to actually show him the video on your phone. You have to show him any merch you have so he can pick whatever he wants and you can sneak it to him

Prefers you singing for him live rather than watching a music video but he watches them anyway because you're really proud of them

Like Tomas, he likes little pins or other little trinkets

Since he was in a traveling circus, he knows what performing is but you're getting paid and treated fairly which he finds fantastic

He is slightly worried tho from his time being in said circus. You have to explain that they're two different things (sorta, not really) and you're ok

Has no idea what's going on but is supportive anyway

He tries really hard to understand Earthrealm customs and culture to better understand you. Is he successful? Probably depends on the subject

He doesn't get merch at all or why it's so stupidly expensive. If you weren't giving it to him for free, he probably wouldn't buy it to be honest. He likes that you're proud of how it looks but why is it necessary for success? He just doesn't understand it

Concerts he somewhat gets. The idea is cute but once he sees videos of people fainting, he swears he's never going to one of those

Does not want your fans to know you're dating him. Does not want to be in any of your videos as himself or a lizard. Wants nothing to do with the spotlight. He has trauma with being known.

It'll take awhile to explain to him what fan culture and memes are, but he's ready to learn for you.

Idk if I wanna write more silly shit or angst shit. I guess we’ll find out next episode

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notroosterbradshaw · 1 year

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slow dancing in a burning room - prologue

about: it was so easy to fall in all-consuming love with Bradley Bradshaw... but it was another thing to stay in it.

word count: >1k (we’re just easing it in, friends)

part of: The Boyfriend Experience universe

warnings: nsfw 18+, language, angst (I cannot stress this enough, this isn’t the usually fluffy goodness of this universe), smut, fluff.

masterlist.

six weeks earlier.

“Well, I guess I’m gonna take off,” Bradley raised himself to his feet and flexed to stretch his aching back. It had been such a long night, he couldn’t believe it ended like this. You didn’t stand… you didn’t have the strength in your legs and were trapped by the boxes that were supposed to be moving into Bradley’s tomorrow.

Today. Goddammit.

It was nearly 3am. The removals company was due at 9am. How the fuck were you going to cancel them now? You couldn’t wait to greet sweaty, stinky removalists and tell them you weren’t going anywhere. And duly pay them for the service. “I’m sorry, Bradley,” you told him again and he swore to himself if you told him again how sorry you were, he was going to detonate.

He muttered your name, his voice raspy with exhaustion. “Please stop saying that… It honestly means shit to me right now,” he went over to the bench and collected his keys and phone, pocketing them, ignoring the notifications. “Can you just put my stuff in a box, I’ll grab it when you’re at work or something?” he suggested, chewing the inside of his lip to blood, cutting it open – he reckoned he’d chewed the inside of his cheek to blisters hours ago.

“Sure,” you said quietly.

“All right,” he sighed, rubbing his tired, stinging eyes. “Just know... I never wanted to disappoint you, love.”

“I know. I didn’t want to disappoint you either,” you said softly. But you’d been pushed to a limit you couldn’t cope with. And you’d been explicit on it since the beginning. It was your dealbreaker. Moving to your feet and dancing around boxes to him, you stood close enough to clutch his shirt in your fists.

“Are you really sure this is what you want?” he asked sadly, holding your hips rough, in a desperate last-ditch effort to get you to change your mind. He couldn’t let you escape his grasp this time. He needed you to look into his eyes and tell him explicitly. Spell it out. “How can I make you change your mind? Please, I’ll give you space and anything else you need… just don’t end this,” he pleaded desperately. “You can’t just end this, this – we’re are too good.”

“I didn’t end it, Bradley,” you told him stoically.

His eyes searched yours, but he knew his heart of hearts that he didn’t either. “Can we just try and start again or something?” He was embarrassed at the straw he was clutching at to try and keep you, but he knew he’d lost. You’d checked out.

“It won’t change anything,” you said, reaching to grasp his bearded cheek, and a lone tear slipped from you again and you’d cried so much tonight. And he swore he was doing everything in his power not to break down, get on his knees and plead you didn’t ruin the best thing that ever happened to him. But he had to keep some pride. He’d lost so much in his life. His father, his mother, his only other family in Maverick. He almost lost his life. But you, his sweet girl, his love. You were his everything and now he was losing that too.

His thumb swept the tear away but couldn’t stop the flood that followed, and he held you as you wept into his shirt. He cooed soft nothings into your hair, telling you he loved you, that he wouldn’t know what to do without you until you slipped out of his arms and stood before him, your loneliness overwhelmed him. All the strength from earlier had dissipated and standing was about the only action you could see through while you told him that his job was too much of a risk for you and that simply couldn’t be together anymore. You thought you’d lost him and while you knew he was good at what he did, learning about his crash had changed everything and he had been willing to risk that.

“Well, I guess that’s that,” he sighed, letting you go. He pressed a kiss into your forehead and silently moved towards the door, aching for you. Heading towards the hallway, he didn’t mutter a goodbye as he left your apartment for good but his heart screamed for you to mutter his name, just one last grasp of hope.

When it didn’t come, he closed the door quietly after him.

You collapsed on the couch, just... done. Your eyes were like sandpaper and your skin was stinging, the tears that had freely flowed irritating your cheeks and down your throat and chest. You wouldn’t be able to look in the mirror tomorrow… you probably wouldn’t recognise whom you saw anyway.

How had something so good fallen apart so terribly?

Pulling a cushion to your chest, you couldn’t fathom answering any of the questions that swarmed your brain, the pounding was so loud that no painkillers could help you. You tossed the lone cushion across the room and pushed past taped-up boxes of your belongings to get a glass of water. Your whole body was dehydrated.

“Fuck,” you drawled, kitchen items (including glasses) packed by Bradley and you had no idea where he had put them. Sighing, you figured no time like the present to unpack your life again even as the adrenaline of the last 12 hours waned through you… sleep would not easily come any time soon and with tears in your eyes, you started to undo it all again.

It wasn’t supposed to end like this.

one.

A/N: the tag list no longer exists. To keep up to date, give @notroosterbradshaw-library a follow x

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andysorbit · 1 year

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Dinner (M)

CEO!Doyoung x fem housewife!reader

Warnings: daddy kink, snowballing, fingering, some angst?, sex against a counter, light dirty talk

"I didn't get a chance to pick up your order from Target," You say quietly.

Dinner is awkward. That's the only thing you can count on for sure these days; sitting down for dinner with Doyoung will be quiet.

You stopped eating on the sofa together, you stopped laughing together, and his job became more demanding, so you stopped cooking together.

"It's fine. I was really hungry, so uh... I definitely preferred this over some shirts and socks. Thanks, Y/n," Doyoung says with a smile.

You've been married for only three years, yet it feels like a lifetime. It's gotten boring. He's boring.

"When did you stop falling in love with me?" You ask him.

Doyoung looks up from his empty dish, "I- what?" he says incredulously.

"What am I doing wrong? I cook, I stopped working, I... I'm giving you everything you want but you're clearly not happy with me. What am I doing wrong?" You press as you try to stop the tremble in your voice from breaking through.

"That's just it... you're doing all of this, and I know you don't want to... I didn't know how to approach the situation, but Ten told me how you're really feeling... I thought you'd be happier... I still love you, Y/n, I'm just embarrassed."

Doyoung drops his head down for a moment and sighs,

"Everyone else is happy with their husbands, and I was stupid enough to think I could tame you into living a lie, and I'm sorry. I'm really sorry," he says.

You watch him stare down at his plate, and you frown, "Tame me?" You say incredulously.

He nods,

"Yeah... tame you. You're wild and busy and social, and I... I put you in a cage and pretended like I gave you a say in it... you don't deserve this, but I still love you, and I've never stopped. I was just..."

Doyoung shakes his head and looks back up at you. He obviously wants to cry but he pushes past it.

"I was afraid you had started hating me and I think that... having this really awkward and boring marriage is better than talking about it and hearing you tell me you that want to leave me because you've finally had enough."

He says and stands up, "I'll clean up tonight. You go and relax. We can talk and figure something out tomorrow but tonight I just wanna be with you. I need you to smile and mean it. I don't wanna be the reason you feel this way. We can talk just... please don't leave me."

"Leave you?" You say softly, "I could never leave you. I love you too much. I just need to feel like we used to."

He begins clearing the table, "I wanna... I wanna fuck you like I used to. Don't you miss that?" he reaches out with his free hand to take yours. His eyes search yours and you smile, "Let's work together and get done faster. We'll have more time together." You say and Doyoung shakes his head,

"Fuck the dishes, fuck everything. Just... come here," he says as he pulls you up to your feet.

He presses a warm kiss to your lips and you melt against him, "How could you think I don't love you?" he mumbles against your mouth, "I always brag about how smart you are and you've been such a little dummy."

He taps your forehead and laughs before kissing you again.

His hands ease down your back ever so slowly.

You chuckle, "I... I'm sorry," You moan as his hands grip your ass. "I'm sorry. Don't you apologize. Don't you dare," he says.

You lose yourself in the feel of his hands gently kneeding the softness of your body. "Doie... I'm not glass. Come on," You pant.

Doyoung brings a hand up to softly caress your face. His eyes are scared and wild, "But it's been so long Y/n. I... I feel like I'll really hurt you." he whispers.

"I can tell you if you do. Don't limit yourself before we've even started. Just please... get out of your own head." You tell him with a reassuring smile.

He leads you into the kitchen, "I want you right here." he whispers as he presses you against the counter and his hands grab at your thighs. "We haven't done this since..." You trail off with a gasp as he separates your thighs.

"Since my promotion and you.... were my naughty little secretary who just couldn't control herself and needed to be fucked. That was ages ago... back when we could've gotten into so much trouble if my father found out what I was doing to you," Doyoung's fingers ease your nightgown up.

You had stopped looking good for him so long ago and the hemline of your gowns had gotten lower.

"And you tease me with these long fucking nightgowns..." he trails off and ruts himself against you.

You perk up, "You like my nightgowns?" You ask him.

"God... you look so good in them. So beautiful and lush... you're always such a pretty little thing," he replies.

You palm him through his pajama pants and tease his cock slowly, "You always found the weirdest things sexy... I was going for a sexless marriage look," You chuckle.

Doyoung laughs, "You think someone like you could ever pull off something sexless? You're a fucking goddess, Y/n. Even when you're trying to be otherwise, you're sexy." He crushes his lips against yours and kisses you so greedily that you whine into his mouth.

He breaks the kiss and eases a hand between your thighs, "Is this pussy still mine? Huh, baby?" he asks softly. You nod eagerly, "Of course," You whimper, "Still belongs to you, daddy. Take it... please," You plead.

Doyoung's eyes are intense, nervous, and loving as he slides his hand into your panties, "So wet... fuck, babe. Does that feel good?" he moans against your mouth. You nod, "Daddy... God, yes. I love it," You whine.

His fingers tease your clit softly, "S'been so long since I got to feel this wet little cunt... have you been making yourself cum without me?" he asks. "Yeah, daddy... but... I think a- fuck... I think about... your... fingers and I cum so... so fucking hard, daddy."

Doyoung smiles, "You still think about me," he says more to himself. His fingers speed up before slowing down again. You want so badly to tell him that no matter how difficult things become for the both of you, he'll always be a reason for you to touch yourself.

You try to tell him but the words bind together like wads of cotton on your tongue, so instead, you just whimper his name. "Gonna take this pussy right here... are gonna give it to daddy? Huh, baby?" he says as he cups your pussy in his hand. You nod and writhe against him, "Please... daddy, please," Your whines draw him in for a hot open-mouthed kiss and you both wrestle to get the drawstring of his sweatpants undone.

As you push his pants down, he brings your hand down to stroke his cock slowly. You nod again, too drunk on the taste of his mouth dancing across your tongue.

He pulls back and grabs you by the back of your neck,

"Tongue out."

You obey and watch as he pools spit to the front of his mouth before he drops a fat wad of it into your mouth.

Your body shivers and you swallow with a satisfied hum.

"God... you kill me," he groans.

He grips your left thigh and you wrap your leg around his waist. You pant as he slides into you, "Daddy... yes."

Doyoung fucks into and as your hips collide, he unbuttons your nightgown to expose your bare tits to him.

He gives them a slap before squeezing them, "Still daddy's little slut? Huh? Are you still daddy's little fuck toy, baby?" he grunts.

You kiss him, "Yes, daddy!"

He stretches you just right and your eyes meet with his. You watch him drop his gaze down to where his cock is sliding into you and his eyes flutter shut, "That's my girl... gonna cum for me?" he gasps.

Once again, you nod and he snakes a hand down to finger your throbbing clit,

"My little whore. Cum for me."

Your thighs shake and you grip his shoulders, "Daddy, daddy, daddy... fuck!" You cry out.

Doyoung eases out of you and pushes you down to your knees.

"Keep your mouth open and look at me, baby... just like that. Good girl," he says as you do as you're told. He strokes himself desperately and his eyes dance back and forth between your eyes, your mouth, and your tits.

It doesn't take him long to cum and as he does does, he slides the head of his cock into your mouth, "Don't swallow yet... just hold it there."

You savor the taste of his cum as he pulls you back up to him. His tongue pries your mouth open. He licks into your mouth as you share his cum. You body tingles and he hums as you both swap it back and forth; he keeps you close to him and it's just like old times.

His hand grip your ass as you both become more and more grounded. He smiles and licks into your mouth once more before you both swallow what's left.

"I love you," he says, "I never stopped. Never will stop... I couldn't even if I wanted to. Do you understand me?"

You nod, "I love you too." You whisper back.

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thesherrinfordfacility · 9 months

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the thing that is actually making me giddy with the possible angst is that i really think that we are about to see the most monumental shift in not only how we saw these characters but also how they previously saw each other.

the fact that we literally now have confirmation that a) they knew each other before the fall, b) aziraphale has had heart eyes since before time began, and c) crowley... possibly not so much, completely changes the context on not just the eden scene but also all the historic scenes that followed.

aziraphale knew crowley as an angel, and knew even then when crowley was meant to be 'perfect' that crowley was maybe a bit different, always asking questions and toeing the line. maybe out of a bit of bastardy himself, or out of begrudging awe of his ability but also his audacity, or just plain attraction, aziraphale immediate takes to him. but this has meant that aziraphale has placed crowley, perhaps unconsciously, upon a pedestal. and the pedestal that aziraphale puts crowley on from that moment may have wobbled throughout their history together, but it's stayed relatively intact.

this worries me, that aziraphale may not have quite let go of the fact that crowley just isn't that person any more, maybe never was to begin with, and continues in some measure to idolise him. my interpretation of this is that yes, crowley can be a bit of a dick (because, well, obviously) and aziraphale knows this, has done since the beginning, but aziraphale continues to hold crowley to an overall moral ideal that is so firmly ensconced in aziraphale's first perception of him as an angel that crowley will never be able to live up to it. not because he isn't a nice person, or because he can't live up to it, but maybe... he just simply doesn't want to.

but the issue is that throughout the ages (including the job minisode which ive had corrected for me, so Crowley Anger is now simply simmering), crowley's actions have only reinforced to aziraphale that despite being technically a demon, he has a huge heart and is not a horrible person. bit of a bastard, but not cruel. all of this just feeds and feeds into this image of crowley that aziraphale has built of him, and when crowley has his flashes of, in fact, not being honourable or kind, this threatens to upset the pedestal altogether.

these wobbly moments - when he thinks crowley is going to kill the children, when crowley snaps at him in rome, when crowley first proposes the arrangement, the prospect that he came up with the french revolt, the holy water request, the bandstand, "how can someone as clever as you be so stupid?"... moments where just for a second, in a small or huge measure, aziraphale's faith in crowley... flickers.

and of course aziraphale has been here before, right? he's had his faith, his devotion, his loyalty tested to the absolute limit of angelic endurance. so when his faith in heaven (never lost it in god) was obliterated, well - it had to cling to something. something that wouldnt mean that aziraphale has to lose the concept of faith altogether. so we're back to the old standby of idolatry, that aziraphale's heavenly faith is replaced by his faith in crowley, this angel that despite never originally giving aziraphale the time of day, aziraphale cannot see - for all of crowley's faults and bastardy and the frustration he poses - crowley as anything less than something to be worshipped.

this is exactly why i think that one of the main points of s2 is going to be a rift between them both. obviously i haven't talked about crowley's perspective of this and maybe i will in another post, but i do think that crowley is going to do something, a bad thing for the right reasons, but aziraphale isn't going to see it like that. that crowley will do something awful to protect aziraphale, but all aziraphale will be able to see is the betrayal or the cruelty or the despair, he can't see wood for the trees, and just lose that last vestige of faith he had altogether.

i feel like once all the disillusion and disenchantment has been swept away, and they're both laid bare at each other's feet... that they may not quite like what they find. from aziraphale's perspective, that whatever crowley does in s2 might be crossing aziraphale's line in the sand, and now aziraphale is starting to see crowley as someone that is truly grey, fluctuating between doing things that are Good, and things that are Good for Crowley.

and it's not as if aziraphale was blind to this before, but instead now... he kind of finally sees who crowley is? who he has been all along? the film has lifted from his eyes. realises that love and worship are not the same thing. what he loves, who he loves, doesn't equate to worshipping it/them, idolising them. there's a very big difference that echoes down to the very core tenet of who aziraphale is and his experiences with having and losing faith, but love having remained.

so stripped of the pedestal, crowley is now just simply... crowley. a person, not an angel, not a demon. and there is the distinct possibility that aziraphale might be completely blindsided by what he finds.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #ill let you in on a secret - no idea where i was going with this #but what im essentially saying is that aziraphale has this shiny picture of crowley in his head and heart #and when crowley continues to do crowley things aziraphale kinda steps back and is like #“huh... has it been this was all along?”#and if I'm wrong well honestly THANK GOD #but i feel like there is going to be a real reckoning at the end of s2 where faith and love is concerned #that the two are very different but aziraphale kinda confuses the two #anyway #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens... speculation? Sure why not #not a shitpost but its good omens babyyyy #im saying theyre in somewhat of a toxic and disillusioned relationship and its likely going to (temporarily) end v badly im afraid #rhi needs to stop manifesting

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invisible disability? it's rather visible to me.

summary. baizhu knows the struggle of maintaining a job while being chronically ill; as such, he is willing to offer an accommodating work environment for others who struggle like he does.

trigger & content warnings. angst (at first... it gets better i swear /lh), ableism, etc.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. baizhu & chronically ill!teen!reader, qiqi & reader. 1.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. he's out of nonplayable prison ygs!!!!! can't wait to see his character stories for..... personal reasons..... anyways i want to specify that i am chronically ill. i am constantly fighting with my genetics to be healthy, its ridiculous LMAO

imagine baizhu employing a chronically ill, visionless teenager.

baizhu can easily say he's known their family for a long time, so he of course knows that they have trouble keeping a job. they often mention little things like that about their life during their visits with him. never once has he found anything wrong with them; they're always in virtually perfect health.

that doesn't change the fact that they're very clearly struggling. he's observed just how much they overexert themselves in a desperate attempt to actually keep a stable job, simply to help support their family, but all the exertion only seems to make their invisible issues worse.

also... they've been in his care for heat stroke more than once in liyue's warmer seasons. the heat is just far too much for their body to handle if they aren't careful.

"What the hell is wrong with me?"

Their voice was so quiet and whispery that if Baizhu hadn't been attuned closely to them at that moment, he might have missed it. They half wished that he would have. Based on the brief glance he spared in their direction, they knew he was listening. Oh well.

"I mean... really. This is ridiculous," they murmured, knees drawn up against their chest. "Everyone thinks I'm just dramatic. I'm not. I do fine for the most part, but then it just... gets bad for no reason at all... how am I in perfect health?"

By that point in their rant, his undivided attention was on them. Though his gaze was thoughtful, musing, they interpreted it differently and winced slightly.

"...Sorry. I really shouldn't be complaining like this in front of someone who's chronically ill."

"No, it's quite alright. You shouldn't minimize your pain. Your struggles are as valid as mine. I find your trust, your ability to confide in me, quite endearing, even," he reassured, unbothered, to which their shoulders seemed to lose some of the tension they harbored. "In fact... I've been thinking about this for quite some time now. Chronic illness may show itself in a variety of forms. Sometimes it may show itself in the form of your symptoms. Would you like to learn how to manage your energy better?"

the liyuean doctor basically hired them right then and there, but they don't really realize that for the first few weeks.

in the beginning, they're just... spending time at bubu pharmacy, learning how baizhu manages his own limited energy and applying those techniques to their own life (it works shockingly well). that's all!

it slowly turns into them helping out where they can—packaging herbs, learning what exactly each one of them does, delivering prescriptions to those who cannot physically get the medicines themselves... even when people start to question if they've found a new job, they remain oblivious.

it's one day while helping mince herbs that they realize they're basically a junior herbalist.

A soft hiss left their lips when the knife nicked the pad of their finger. They were quick to put pressure on the little cut, pulling their hand away from the countertop to prevent any blood from dripping onto it.

"It's best to get rid of those herbs," Baizhu reminded, stepping away from his own work to gently bandage their wound.

A small pout graced their lips. "I didn't get any blood on them, though..."

Amusement and the vaguest hint of fondness twinkled in his gaze. "We don't know that for certain, do we, now?"

"...Wait a minute." Their eyes narrowed suspicously at him, drawing their freshly-dressed hand back once he was done. "This isn't about energy management anymore, is it? Have I been... I've been working here this entire time. These tasks are very employee-like."

"Come, now. Don't look at me like that. You were looking for a stable job, and I am more than willing to accomodate your needs."

"You could've at least said something to me. I've been doing free labor all this time, and as a child, no less! Hmm... now, I do believe that is illegal in this part of Teyvat~ It'd be shame to get Ms. Yanfei involved~"

in the spirit teaching them to manage their energy, he often takes them on house calls with him, starting off to just homes in liyue harbor and later to homes all the way in qingce village. it's a good way for them to gain stamina and get a better understanding of their job.

baizhu has a tendency to smile through his own pain for the sake of his patients.

this habit slipped by unchecked until [name] came around.

whenever they feel like he isn't doing very well, they'll take over for him regardless of what he has to say about it.

herbalist gui is very thankful for them—baizhu hardly ever listened to him, but he does take better care of himself for [name]'s sake.

(he swears that baizhu is oddly parental when it comes to them, but he wouldn't dare mention the doctor's blatant affections to his face.)

"welcome to bubu pharmacy," they'd greet with a kind smile after unceremoniously shoving baizhu towards the back of the pharmacy where he could rest undisturbed, "unfortunately, dr. baizhu is currently out of commission, but herbalist gui and i would be glad to take care of anything you may need."

sometimes changsheng can be seen wrapped around their arm! usually it's their dominant arm, which is terribly inconveniencing. still, it would be an honor to be Chosen™ by their loved one's pet... if only she wasn't so mean to them.

"Hmph. You're terrible at cutting herbs. It pains me just to watch."

"Okay? Go back to Dr. Baizhu then? I'm not holding you hostage, Changsheng. You came to me," they huffed. "Also... maybe I'd be able to cut better if you weren't strangling my dominant arm. Just saying."

It's a few moments later that they're sulking, murmuring curses as Baizhu disinfected their fresh snake bite. Changsheng completely neglected to apologize until Baizhu had prompted her to.

(They would complain that he found that incident a little too funny if anyone were to ask them. It really hurt, you know!)

changsheng bullies them lovingly <3 she bites them affectionately <33

(not that she'd ever say that, though. baizhu knows. he just chooses to let her believe he doesn't know.)

qiqi becomes very attached to them very quickly, i think. she'd like having a nice older sibling around and would address them as such without even thinking about it. "jiějiě," "gēgē"... she can't really tell what gender they identify closer with and doesn't remember to ask, so she tends to bounce between the two terms of address.

she has an entire page in her journal dedicated to little things about [name] that she deems to be important. she notes down things they seem to like, things they seem to dislike, their birthday, other important dates, defining features...

she also keeps important warning signs related to health episodes of their's jotted down, like how when [name] stands still a little too long, qiqi should urge them to sit for a moment because they're probably either dizzy or having vision issues, or how when their hands begin to tremble, qiqi should share a sunsettia with them.

she does miss these signs sometimes... she does her best, though! qiqi only wants to help the sweet junior herbalist that braids her hair and accompanies her on her herb-picking trips and hugs her and says "i love you, please stop this task, you might get hurt" with so much genuine affection that it often overwhelms her :(

it's rare, but sometimes, there will be a customer or patient that has little tolerance for their disability-induced weakness or slowness.

because their illness(es) is(/are) invisible, very few people take their struggles seriously.

some people take this as an excuse to verbally and even physically abuse them.

baizhu does not take kindly to people abusing his employees, especially not his chronically ill teenage employee. especially not them.

"Is there an issue I can help with?"

They didn't mind being the only one at reception during the days Herbalist Gui was out, Qiqi was herb-picking, and Baizhu was otherwise occupied. It wasn't a big deal, really.

At least... not until someone particularly impatient decided to make their job difficult.

Baizhu never took kindly to such incidents; this one was no different. Based on his tone of voice alone, it wasn't hard to guess that he was livid, golden irises alight with rage. Even Changsheng had hissed in their defense at the sight in front of her eyes.

He'd come back just in time to see them flinch away from the raised hand of some foreign adventurer.

"This one—"

"And who said I was asking you?" he scoffed, sliding behind the counter and checking them for wounds. They were shaking, he noted, gingerly supporting a fraction of their weight in case they were to collapse. "I was asking my herbalist, [Name]."

Baizhu was a man of patience and, really...

He wasn't all that confrontational. Despite that, any semblance of the supposed cowardice he harbored was gone in an instant.

His scarred fingers drew soothing shapes on their upper arm as he led them into the back of the clinic, guiding them to sit on one of the beds before their legs could give out.

"Are you alright?"

baizhu takes very good care of them after stressful encounters because he knows very well that such high-stress emotional experiences will take a toll on their body.

whenever a wealthier patient comes in, they've learned to overcharge them on purpose even if it's for the most ridiculous of ailments; oh? you say you have been sneezing quite a lot and are having a hard time breathing? no, no, it's not springtime allergies, who told you that? it's quite dire, in fact, and the treatment price will be awfully expensive... oh? you'll pay it? wonderful!

^ herbalist gui says that baizhu is a terrible influence on them sometimes.

in their defense, they get hefty bonuses every time wealthy people pay ridiculous prices for typically rather inexpensive herbs (like a certain ginger harbinger did one time! they still giggle at the memory of him paying so much for so little). the more wealthy people pay, the bigger their bonuses (fatui harbingers are very wealthy...).

simply put, they make more mora than the majority of their family put together because of this morally dubious behavior.

baizhu, gui, qiqi, and [name] are a chaotic found family but yk what? they all make it work <3

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

#aphelion's headcanons 🌸#: [ the junior herbalist! 🌸 ]#baizhu x reader #platonic genshin impact x reader #platonic genshin x reader #platonic genshin impact #baizhu x you #baizhu x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #qiqi x reader #platonic qiqi x reader

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