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mynameismckenziemae · 4 months

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can you do a bob x reader? anything w protective bob? i’m a sucker for a “who did this to you?” trope🤭 i trust your creativity and writing, take any liberties!!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! A-hole ex boyfriends, talks of previous domestic abuse, violence, blood, (non consensual) derogatory language, a little smutty-smut at the end.

This is a bonus scene from Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone (first chapter here)

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“We’re meeting the caterers at the venue at 5 but otherwise we don’t have anything planned for today,” you tell Bob as you brush mascara on your lashes.

You were back home in Minnesota with Bob for a long weekend to see family and do some wedding planning.

“What would you do on a cold rainy day growing up?” Bob asks, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“Roller skating, but the rink closed shortly after I graduated high school, otherwise we’d go to the mall or the movies. That’s actually where I had my first kiss with Andrew Fischer,” you sigh dreamily just to tease him.

He’s on to you though and pinches your butt. “Can I take you to the movies?”

“I’d love that. Maybe you’ll get a kiss too, if you’re lucky.”

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“I’ll drop you by the door and meet you inside after I park,” Bob says as he pulls into the lot.

“Thanks, not sure you’d want to be seen with me if my hair were to get wet,” you laugh as you check it in the mirror. Your hair was a curly mess on a good day; the humidity was making it borderline out of control.

He shifts into park and grips your knee before you get out. “I love your hair, and there’s nothing about you that would make me embarrassed to be seen with you, Sun.”

You’d been kidding but the reassurance was always nice.

“Love you,” you smile and press a kiss to his lips. “Meet you in there.”

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You wait in the quiet lobby, humming to yourself while you watch for Bob.

“Sunny?”

A cold chill runs down your spine at that voice.

“Hi Di-Derek,” you say, almost calling him dickhead (Bradley’s fitting nickname for your ex-boyfriend).

You haven’t seen him since you caught him in bed with another woman and were happy to see he looks awful

“I thought that was you, I thought I’d say hi since I was walking past. What are you doing here? Last I heard you were still in Cali, fucking some guy in the army,” he says casually, like what he just said isn’t extremely offensive.

“I-I’m not…we’re-,” you stutter but trail off as he keeps talking, stepping closer as your back hits the wall.

“You know, you could lose a few pounds, and fix this god-awful hair,” he says, tugging none too gently on a strand, smiling at your wince. “Otherwise you look good. I’d still fuck you.”

“I suggest you back away from my fiancé,” Bob says lowly from behind you both.

“Fiancé? Why didn’t you say so?” Derek laughs in your face before pushing away from you and turning to Bob. “I’m Derek, Sunny’s-“

“Pathetic ex who cheated on her,” Bob finishes for him.

Derek’s fuming as he laughs cruelly. “Can you blame me? I know she was cheating on me too. Always gone, always begging for other guys' attention like the slut-“

You flinch at the sickening crack of his nose when Bob’s fist meets his nose.

“What the fuck?! You’re gonna regret that. I’m calling the cops,” he sputters as he reaches for his phone, blood pouring from his obvious broken nose.

“I wouldn’t do that, Derek,” you say, finding your voice. “Unless you want to be sitting in jail too.”

“Why?! He hit me?!” He says, shaking with rage as he tries to stem the flow of blood with his coat sleeve.

“Remember that night at the Hard Deck? When you grabbed my arms and slammed my head against the wall? Not only do I have pictures of the bruises you left but Penny has the video of it too,” you say, proud that your voice isn’t trembling.

“I barely touched your arms! And I didn’t slam your head against-whatthefuckever, it doesn’t matter anyway—that was months ago! It wouldn’t hold up in court,” he argues.

“Maybe, maybe not. But Bob here is one of those ‘top 1% naval aviators’ along with Bradley and Jake-who haven’t gone after you only because I said not to. You have no idea what lengths the Navy would go to protect them and how easily things can get swept under the rug,” you saw lowly.

His face pales when he realizes your implication and scrambles to his feet, muttering a half-assed apology before running outside.

Bob checks you over before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug. “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You shake your head, “I’m okay. I never cheated on him, you know that, right?” You murmur against his chest.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I know you didn’t. Do you want to get out of here?”

You take a deep breath. “No, I’m not going to let him ruin our day.”

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“Is your hand okay?” You ask as you take your assigned seats.

“Yeah it’s fine, I didn’t hit him that hard.”

“Hard enough to break his nose,” you laugh. “It’s gonna hurt like a bitch when they set it.”

“Good,” he says darkly.

“Was that the first time you’ve punched someone?”

“Besides when I was a kid fighting with my brother? Yeah.”

The previews start but you can’t seem to forget how hot it was when Bob didn’t hesitate to defend you. It reminded you of something.

“Do you remember the night we met and you scared of that jackass who called me a whore at the Hard Deck?” You whisper.

“Yeah, I remember everything from that night,” he responds, brushing hair off your forehead.

You smile. “Then you remember what I said after?”

His eyes darken as he recalls. “You said too bad we’d just met because you wanted to get on your knees to show your gratitude.”

You nod as you sink to your knees in front of him.

“Right now? Here?” He whispers as he looks around. But it’s just the two of you in the empty theater.

He’s already hard when pull him out of his gray sweatpants. You waste no time and use your hands with your mouth to work him over.

His head falls back with a low groan as he cums, filling your mouth as the opening credits come across the screen.

Just as you sit back down, an elderly couple enters the theater, sitting just a few seats over.

You can’t help but giggle when Bob shakes his head with a chuckle of his own.

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Later you send a message to the group chat as Bob drives to the caterer.

Sunny: Guess who we saw today?

Rowan: Please don’t say Derek.

Sunny: It was Derek.

Bradley: *dickhead.

Sunny: Yeah…I almost called him that 😬

Bradley: Why didn’t you?

Sunny: I was waiting for Bob to park and he kinda had against the wall.

Bob parks and checks his phone.

Bob: He literally had her against the wall when I walked in.

Nat: OMG Sunny! Are you okay? Did he hurt you?

Rowan: Holy shit! Are you alright?!

Jake: What the fuck?! I’m gonna fucking kill him. I should’ve that night.

Bradley: ^Agreed.

Sunny: It’s okay. I was a little shaken up but I’m okay too.

Rowan: Thank God. How’d you get him to leave you alone?

Sunny: Bob rearranged his face with his fist ☺️

Jake: HELL YEAH!

Bradley: That’s my boy!

Nat: Just when I thought I couldn’t love you more Bob. 😍

Jake: Hey!

Nat: 😘

Rowan: Hahaha that’s awesome! Did he call the cops though? I could definitely see him calling the cops

Bob: He was going to until Sunny put him in his place.

Sunny: I brought up the pictures I took of the bruises and the video Penny sent me. I also told him how Jake and Bradley would have no problem going after him. I might’ve also said that the Navy wouldn’t hesitate to cover for them too 🤫

Jake: Fuckin ‘a right!

Bradley: I’d gladly sit in prison for that.

Rowan: ^That’s fine, but only if there are conjugal visits

Bradley: Duh 🙄

Rowan: Watch it Bradley…

Bradley: Yes ma’am 🫡

Jake: Gross…

Jake: Kidding, please go on. I wanna see how this plays out.

Nat: ^Agreed🍿

Sunny: Lolol I love you guys.

You silence your phone with a smile as Bob opens your door and offers his hand.

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leclsrc · 1 year

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happy 1k! 38 with charles please <3

words unspoken – cl16

genre: fluff :), drabble, 1k celebration

38: whispering “I love you” before a chaste, delicate kiss. title from this

“And it painted a mural all over our kitchen. You know, on the back wall, the green one where you accidentally chipped off a bit of the paint? Yeah. With its hind legs, and a paintbr—just a huge—just, like, angels, and babies. Honest to God, it was better than the Sistine Chapel.”

“So this was a Michelangelo deer?” Your boyfriend asks humorously. “That’s funny. I just had a turtle painting Picasso in my dream the other night. What are the chances?”

“You are such a little shit,” you say, but you’re both laughing. Another day of sharing your dreams to each other—a habit that started out of a way to start morning conversations and continued because of how much you enjoyed listening to each other talk. Your dreams varied, from nightmares, to those of the ordinary type, to the weirdest, most obscure kinds of figments you could possibly conjure.

Like this one. “But that’s not all. So this deer. It’s done painting this magnificent mural, right?”

Charles nods, genuinely interested, adjusting his glasses as he pulls you onto his lap, wraps his arms around your waist. “So it finishes the painting, and it turns and faces me, and behind it, the painting totally melts off! Like, gone. Just—all of it—poof. The wall’s all green again. And I’m begging the deer to paint it back.”

“Oh, it betrayed you!” Your boyfriend clutches his chest. “How could it possibly?!”

You flick his cheek to shut him up. “And it repaints another painting over it, as per my request, but it’s a totally different painting. It’s not even a painting. It’s just your and my initials, tiny and accompanied by a little heart. No angels. Or babies. Or chapel ceilings.”

“And that’s it.” He fiddles with the sleeve of your knit sweater.

“That’s it.” You turn from the couch and toward the kitchen, where you can spot the wide, forest green wall you’d been talking about. “Just by the fridge. A heart and our letters.”

“Okay. As a professional dream interpreter,” he says, eliciting a scoff out of you, “I would say this means we need to do the same thing.”

“Paint the Sistine Chapel?” You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Or adopt a deer?”

“I’ve got my own animal in the house already, thanks.” You roll your eyes at the offhand joke but allow him to continue. “We still have spare paint in the kitchen cabinet from when you begged me to repaint the bookshelf white.”

“Race you,” you whisper, clambering off his lap and bolting toward the cabinets.

Unfortunately, you’ve hit a caveat. You can’t find the tube or can of white paint for the life of you, so despite your headstart, you find yourself staring at your boyfriend’s proud, paintbrush-and-paint wielding grin. You roll your eyes, gesturing for him to start.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he says. “How’d it look like?”

“Just let me—” you fight briefly over the paintbrush but eventually you’re drawing careful strokes of each initial, housing them inside a tiny heart. You place the brush down and step back, proud of your handiwork. “It’s just like the deer’s.”

He hugs you from behind, and you clutch his arms, both of you just staring at this new, human, lovely as it is imperfect, addition to your home. He leans down, stops right as your lips brush together, then whispers delicately, “I love you.”

You kiss him back, smiling. When he pulls away, you poke his nose. “I love you, too.”

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“So it’s an extra 40 euros to get the green color matched and have that splotch painted over,” the super says boredly.

You stare at the white. A “splotch,” he’d called it.

You wonder how many times you’ve called something a splotch, garbage, irrelevant, when in truth it meant so much more to a total stranger. You want to turn to the super, say, coolly, casually, “Oh, my ex-fiancé and I drew that a couple years ago, so it’s not a splotch, you son of a bitch.” But you’ve no time for deep thinking or mapping out possibilities. You need to empty the place by today.

“Yeah, just go ahead and add it to the charge,” you say politely. “I forgot what that splotch was all about, actually.”

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tightjeansjavi · 1 year

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The Hills Have Eyes

A Dieter Bravo Story

Dieter Bravo x f!bestfriend reader x oc wife

A/N: so idk why Dieter decided to infiltrate my dreams last night but am I complaining? NAH cause here comes yet another idea that is going to rot my brain away! Y’all are gonna have to be patient because I don’t intend on having the first chapter out until July (the latest) also, face claim for Dieter’s wife is Aubrey Plaza. They give me bi panic, okay? 😰 The plot is plotting for this one and honestly? I’m so fricken excited (my other WIPS are not excited however)

Summary: Dieter Bravo has been your best friend since you were kids. He was your first kiss, first everything. He was your prom date and most definitely your first love. Dieter never grew the balls to officially ask you out. After graduating senior year of high-school together, Dieter dives head first into Hollywood. He lands a breakout role and he’s all that the tabloids can talk about. Years later you’re soon to be married to your long term boyfriend, until you catch him in bed with one of your own friends. Heartbroken and seeking comfort, you reach out to Dieter, who graciously invites you to his home tucked away in the Hollywood Hills. The second you see a ring on his finger, your heart sinks. Is everything all that it truly seems?

Warnings: angst, pining, heartbreak, typical Hollywood scandals, Dieter is in an open relationship with his wife, things get messy and complicated, drinking, drug use, paparazzi invading privacy, FWB, excessive partying, eventual smut, toxic relationship sprinkled in here and there, Dieter isn’t unhappy in his marriage, he just feels like there’s something missing, reader has never been exposed to the Hollywood lifestyle before, (+18) minors dni! I will add more warnings if necessary! My brain is blanking so I’m sorry if I missed some!

Sneak Peek below the cut

“You’re married?” Your heart sinks deep in the pit of your stomach when you see the shiny gold ring on Dieter’s ring finger. It shimmers in the light and he looks down at it like he’s never seen it before.

“Oh, this? Uh, yeah. I am married.” He shrugs like it’s the most casual thing that he could possibly say. “Does that surprise you, sweet cheeks? Don’t fret. My wife and I are in an open relationship. You wouldn’t believe the amount of Hollywood couples that are totally banging friends and strangers left and right. It happens way more often than you think.” He winked.

“Where is your wife now?”

“Morocco? Spain? Dunno actually. Last I heard she was in Greece. We really only see each other for big events and shit like that.”

“It doesn’t bother you..or anything?”

“Bother me? No, not at all my sweets. She does whatever she wants, with who she wants, when she wants. As long as it stays private. I do the same. It’s a win win situation babe.”He gingerly brought his arm around your shoulders, giving you a warm side hug as he gestured for you to follow him into his extravagant home. “Enough about me, my dear. I’ll make us some drinks, and you can tell me all about that no good rotten son of a bitch ex fiancée, and that backstabbing cunt of a friend. Extra dirty martinis makes everything better, baby. Trust me.”

This summer with your best friend, was about to get extra interesting.

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fearfulachilles · 4 months

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4. first day.

chapter four to buop (nanami kento x reader jjk medical au.) .

full contents here.

summary: it’s your first day at jujutsu metropolitan hospital’s free clinic. what are the chances you bump into that handsome stranger from the bar?

It had been like this for a month now. Satoru would coax Kento to come out to the bar with him and Suguru after work, despite Satoru not being one to drink alcohol in the first place. It was undoubtedly a pity invite.

Kento had been a shell for some time now. Food had no flavor, coffee lost its richness, the sounds around him became static, and colors were neutral. The people around him at work noticed how empty Kento had become after the wedding incident, but Satoru noticed it long before Kento was left at the alter.

Yu Haibara’s younger sister, Asami Haibara, was introduced to Kento about five years ago. He hadn’t any interest her, but they were both new to Jujutsu Metropotlian. Asami as a pharmaceutical rep, Kento as a doctor who had just transferred to the hospital, thanks to Yu’s recommendation.

They got to know each other slowly and began casually seeing each other after a year. The next, they moved in together. Things died down then, became boring and routine, and because of routine, they were engaged.

Somewhere in the midst of it, Kento had begun losing pieces of himself.

He stopped cooking, stopping trying new recipes, which was something he loved to do after work as a way to unwind. He stopped buying his favorite coffee beans, since it no longer tasted bold. He just bought the instant coffee closest to the cash registers in stores. He stopped listening and talking to others, no one realized how much quieter Kento could get than he already was.

The trips out to the bars were Satoru’s way of trying to bring back some joy into his friend’s life. Women would flirt with the trio, being handsome doctors will bring that sort of attention to you. Kento was never interested, though Suguru and Satoru would always find new partners to entertain.

Until yesterday.

What he thought was going to be another repeat of the numerous last weeks turned into something he didn’t think he’d experience.

You had caught his attention. You were captivating, beautiful, funny. He admired your boldness when you asked for a drink. He would’ve bought you every single drink the bar could make if you asked. He had noticed the vibrant shade of your hair, the sound of your laughter, and he loved the taste of your mouth on his.

It had been like the sun finally crept up from behind the mountains on an early winter morning, stepping out of the shade into the sunlight to have the coldness on his fingertips melt away.

He felt his skin heating up every time you leaned into his touch, the palms of his hands dampening with nervous sweat. He didn’t know what to say, but he knew he wanted to keep hearing your voice. Then, he asked you to leave with him, and you said yes.

Then, he cuts his time with you short. He didn’t mean to, but the sensation of you was so overwhelming and he hadn’t felt overwhelmed in years. You tried to be nice about it, but he knows about the stigma of cumming too early with a woman.

He never had to worry much about the stigma affecting his life. Kento has only had a couple partners, one in high school, a fling in college, and his ex fiancée. All three remember Kento’s cock more than they remember him. His stamina nearly knew no end with them, and though it sounded pleasurable, it wasn’t so much for Kento. All he did was chase the high only for it to get farther and farther away with all of the three women he’d slept with.

But with you, he had been bursting at the seams.

Yes, he was disappointed in himself at first. He wanted to feel your warmness around his dick and hear you when he made you cum around him.

He left the bar in his car soon after you exited. He messaged Satoru he had gone home, which Satoru responded with three thumbs down emojis, followed by a text of a winking face.

Kento thinks of you on his way to his front door. His cum is now hard and uncomfortable in his pants, and even though he wants to do nothing but shower, he can’t help but smile thinking of you. Perhaps, he liked that you made him feel so good so quick.

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You and your roommates stand in front of Jujutsu Metropolitan Hospital for a minute before making your way to the clinic portion to the side of the building. You were a bundle of nerves in the morning. If Nobara, Megumi, and Yuji felt the same, then they had a better way of hiding it than you.

Dr. Gojo greets you four in the clinic. You wonder why a doctor like him is doing the tedious task of hiring scribes and showing them around.

He splits you four into two groups, Yuji and Nobara in one, Megumi and you in another. The other pair are introduced to Dr. Ieiri, who they will be working with today. You and Megumi stay with Dr. Gojo for the day.

You learn the basics of Dr. Gojo preferences for his chart notes. Minimal, only medical information, he says he'll remember everything else on his own. You and Megumi both grab a hospital laptop to carry with you and you take turns writing the chart notes as you follow Dr. Gojo around to each exam room and patient.

Dr. Gojo is actually a neurosurgeon but he hasn't done surgery in nearly one year. You're not sure why and you don't want to ask. He sees Dr. Geto's post-op patients, who is also a neurosurgeon, and has taken over all of Satoru's surgical cases.

Satoru has a unique way of treating patients. Old ladies adore him, kids love him, young people prefer him. It's mostly because he spends the entire visit charming his patients with medical stories and facts of his personal life, which they all loved to hear. Then, after spending 25 minutes blabbing about everything other than medicine, he performs a couple of neurological exams and sends them on their way.

“Alright, my dear.” Dr. Gojo says, wrapping up with his last patient before lunch. It was a sweet elder lady who wore two wedding rings on her left hand, one clearly hers and the other not. Satoru offers his arm for her to hold on to and leads the elderly patient out of the exam room. “Call us if you start getting headaches often. Dr. Geto may have to crack you open again.”

The elderly patient giggles at Dr. Gojo's savage description of surgery. She so used to others walking on eggshells because of her age, so Dr. Gojo makes her feel young again with how real he is with her.

You and Megumi go on your lunch break, getting lost for ten minutes before finally finding the cafeteria in the hospital. You join up with Yuji and Nobara, who look depressed and pale. Turns out, Dr. Ieiri is a surgical oncologist and regularly deals with terminal patients. This fact had really darkened their day.

You and Megumi try to cheer them up, but nothing seems to work. Until you spot a very familiar older man with blonde hair sitting in the cafeteria a few tables away from you. You nearly choke on your salad, Megumi having to pat your back to help you out.

“I know something that's gonna cheer you up, Nobara.”

“Doubt it.”

“I see the guy from the bar. Like, the guy. Don't turn around—I said don't!”

Yuji had whipped his head over his shoulder, looking back at the tables and staff members behind you guys. He can't seem to find him and his eyes scan the room again and again. “I don't see him. Actually, what does he look like?”

You duck your head low, slapping Yuji's forearms repeatedly to get him to turn back around. You whisper-scream for him to stop and he does.

“Don't tell me he works here.” You whine, resting your forehead on the cool plastic lunch table. Nobara can't help but laugh, she's considerate enough to laugh quietly, but nonetheless she's laughing.

Megumi is seated next to you, facing the direction of where Kento sits at. “He's looking over here.”

You have to quit, right? This was a great opportunity, you met new people, saw your old friend, but now you have to move back home.

You pick your head up from the table and slowly look over to where you saw Kento. He sat at a table with a dark haired man wearing a white coat, and Kento was looking right at you.

You’re getting yourself a drink from a vending machine inside the cafeteria, they’re free for employees and you know you’ll need a pick me up after lunch. You suddenly feel a presence near you. You turn and look and see Kento standing near you.

You give Kento a sheepish smile. “Hi…”

“Hello.” He greets. His shoulders don’t seem tense or rigid like they did when you first bumped into him. “You work here?”

“First day. I’m a new medical scribe for the free clinic.”

Kento nods, thinking to himself. He opens his mouth to say something, but you cut him off.

“We don’t have to talk about it, we can forget about… us in your car.” You offer him an out.

“I don’t want to.” He replied confused.

“You don’t want to talk about it. Good, I—“

“I don’t want to forget about it.” Kento clarifies. His voice doesn’t waver, it sounds so certain and so sure of himself.

Maybe the out you offered was more for you than for him. You suck in a quick breath, feeling awkward. “I do. I was just looking for a one-time thing, and now we’re working at the same place, we’re bound to see each other here at some point. It’s just not a good idea.”

A little harsh, Kento didn’t expect that. He was going to offer to take you out to dinner, get to know you more, then fuck you right this time. He hadn't stopped thinking of the feeling of your skin. He missed feeling.

He doesn’t say anything back, and you can see the hurt on his stoic face. You say your goodbye to him as he stays silent and go back to your roommates to return back to work.

The second half of the day was a lot slower. You, Megumi, and Dr. Gojo had time to go through patient charts and Dr. Gojo was nice enough to teach you both about a few things. He’d bring up CT scans and MRIs of patient brains, explain each quadrant, explain what he sees, then quiz you both on the next one. You can tell you’ll learn a lot by working here.

“What specialties are you guys interested in?” Satoru asks. It’s an hour before the clinic closes and it’s slow. He twirls back and forth on the chair at the nurse station.

Megumi clears his throat and mumbles something. You and Satoru both furrow your brows and ask him to repeat himself. He does, louder. “Pediatrics.”

You can’t help but have a big smile on your lips. It’s so cute, thinking of grumpy Megumi working with babies and kids in the future. You and Satoru giggle to each other until it’s your turn to answer.

“I… don’t know yet.” You admit, guiltily.

Satoru stands up from his chair, and you notice for the first time that day, how captivating he is. His hair is so bright, it looks like freshly fallen snow. His eyes are so crystal blue clear you can nearly see yourself in them. His voice and smile are so alluring, it’s no wonder why all the patients fond over him and all the nurses do anything he asks. He stands tall with broad shoulders, his white doctor coat doesn’t make him look any smaller than he is, it frames him nicely.

“Maybe you’ll join neuro and be with me.” He suggests, his voice honey smooth. You find yourself nodding, agreeing to whatever he just suggested.

You’re snapped out of your gaze when you hear a familiar voice call out for Dr. Gojo creeping up from behind you. It’s your stranger from the bar, he’s walking towards you (Dr. Gojo) to hand him some papers. He wore a scrub cap, clearly coming out of some kind of surgery.

“Kento!” Satoru smiles brightly, like he hadn’t seen him in a while. “I want you to meet our new scribes, they’ll be working with you tomorrow in clinic.”

Your eyes widen just for a second, no one but Kento really notices it. He offers a really small but polite smile, and he’s meant to be looking at the both of you, but his eyes lock onto yours only. “I look forward to working with you.”

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guess-my-next-obsession · 2 years

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‘Tis The Damn Season: Chapter Three

pairing: marcus pike x f!ofc (nathalie moss)

chapter rating: E (18+ Only, no explicit smut but lots of steamy makeouts and wandering hands so putting an explicit warning just to be safe, talks of anxiety, talks of breakups/cheating, smooch city basically)

word count: 4k

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Nathalie hadn’t been on a first date in seven years.

The last time she’d done this—getting pampered and getting ready, squeezing on her best dress and making sure her red lipstick wasn’t bleeding onto her pearly whites—she’d was only twenty-one years old. She knew so little about herself, about what she wanted and didn’t want in a parter and in life. She used to be content with simply being desired, but now, after years and years of hard lessons and harsh truths, she craved so much more from this silly little thing called love.

As she stood in front of her full-length mirror examining herself, her hands smoothing over the fabric of the little black dress she’d worn for Valentine’s Day—back when she was still a bride-to-be, she couldn’t help but wonder how many of these newfound cravings were sated by Marcus’s presence in her life.

Most, her brain was quick to answer.

Marcus was kind, intelligent, funny, gentle, romantic, handsome, but above all that, he seemed to know her in a way her ex never did, even after years of living with her.

Marcus made her feel faint with his sort of natural ease in understanding her. She always had to fight so hard to be understood by her friends, partners, and even her own family at times. She was so used to feeling like she had to convince people to like her—to get her—and here comes Marcus, doing it as though it was as easy as breathing, flipping her world upside down.

“Who are you and what did you do with my gremlin daughter?” Mr. Moss leaned against the opened door of her bedroom as she fussed over her hair, combing through the curls so that they fell more like waves. Nathalie turned around with an eye roll and a chuckle, shaking her head at him as he grinned proudly at his teasing, a half-melted bowl of ice cream in his hands as it was “Sundae Night” at the Moss house. “You look nice, sweetheart.”

“Thanks, dad.” Nathalie walked over to her bed and grabbed her purse, making sure she had everything she might need in it.

“Oh, would you look at that!” Mrs. Moss gushed at her daughter’s done up appearance as she joined her husband in the doorway. “I hardly recognize you.”

“Is that supposed to be a compliment, mom?” She asked with a nervous chuckle, their reactions to her appearance making her question whether or not she’d gone a bit over the top.

“Well…we’re just used to seeing you a bit more casual is all,” Mrs. Moss assured, though it did little to quell her daughters building anxiety. “Not that you don’t look stunning in your pajamas and sweats and pimple patches—“

“Thanks, mom.” Nathalie felt her stomach start to flip with anxiety, but thankfully, Marcus didn’t give her any time to simmer with it, his knocks on the front door making all three pairs of eyes widen with differing emotions—elation, amusement, and puke-your-brains-out panic.

“Let me go grab my shotgun,” Mr. Moss joked, earning a swat on his stomach from his wife.

“Hush,” she scolded before turning back to Nathalie. “You don’t even own a water-gun, you big idiot.” Mrs. Moss quickly turned her attention back to Nathalie, flashing her a bright, hopeful smile. “You ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” she spoke through an exhale as she grabbed her clutch and followed her nosy parents down to the front door, quickly throwing her coat and scarf on. Taking one last breath of confidence, she opened the door and instead of beaming at Marcus, she was greeted by someone she never expected to see again. “James?”

“Nat,” her ex-fiancé breathed out in relief upon seeing her, until his blue eyes focused and he took in her outfit, clearly not remembering he’d already seen her in that dress earlier that year. “Holy…you look incredible.”

“James, what are you doing here?” She asked in a sharp tone, her parents eavesdropping and hiding behind the open door.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” he confessed, boldly taking a step forward while Nathalie took two steps back. Sensing her hesitation, James froze and held his hands up apologetically. “Listen, I know we left things sort of…messily—“

“Messily? ” She asked in disbelief, turning to look at her parents for help. Her father was quick to make his presence known, staring down the man he used to view as his son. Nathalie begged him again, disgusted by his presence, “James, I don’t want to see you. I want you to leave.”

“Nat,” he pleaded softly, as if a little pout could remedy all the hurt he bestowed upon her over the years.

“James,” Marcus’ voice was both soothing and worrying as he approached her ex, taking slow strides up the porch steps until he was standing beside him, his eyes taking over Nathalie’s state for only a moment before turning back to her ex. Nathalie cringed. She didn’t want this to be the way their first date began, and she especially didn’t want Marcus to get the wrong idea about her and James—she’d much rather die than to be with him again. “What an unpleasant surprise.”

“Marcus,” James nodded at him, his tone full of irritation at the lack of privacy he was likely hoping for. The privacy that would increase his odds at appealing to her desperation and stupidity. “Nat, is there anywhere we can go to talk? Just the two of us?”

“No,” she chuckled, appalled by his casual persistence. “I told you. I don’t want to talk to you.”

He stared at her with pure shock. This wasn’t the woman he remembered—the living, breathing doormat he loved to walk all over was long gone.

“Besides,” she stepped passed him to where Marcus patiently waited on the porch, her arm looping with his. “I’m busy tonight.”

“With him?” James chuckled, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” Marcus nodded, suddenly looking so much different than the man she knew. He looked more masculine, more threatening, the change in posture even making him appear bigger. “With me.”

“Don’t worry, Nattie,” Mr. Moss assured. “If this asshead is still around by the time you get home, I’ll be sure to handle it.”

Nathalie couldn’t help but smile at her father’s protectiveness, the man usually so gentle he refused to hurt even a fly, but when it came to his baby girl he would stop at nothing to make sure she was not only safe, but happy.

“Nat!” James called out from the porch as Marcus walked her down her porch and freshly shoveled walkway to his car waiting by the curb. “C’mon!”

“Well…he’s persistent, I’ll give him that,” she chided as Marcus reached to open her door.

“He’s an asshole.” Marcus looked tense, his eyes hardly meeting hers as he held her door open, Nathalie carefully seating herself without flashing him.

As she waited in the car for him to walk around and climb in beside her, she felt panic start to bubble up in her again. Was he angry with her? Did he no longer want to go out? Was her drama too much drama for him to handle?

“Marcus, I’m sorr—“

“You look so fucking good,” he confessed as he sat down and shut his door, shooing all worry out of her mind yet again. His eyes turned to meet hers, a longing in them that made her thighs squeeze together out of instinct. Marcus tried not to notice, but the knowing smile that grew on his face told her he was far too vigilant to miss it. “I had a whole thing rehearsed in my head for when I first saw you. But that was before your idiot of an ex showed up to try and win you back.”

“Emphasis on try.” She reached over the center console and placed her hand on his knee, one of Marcus’ hands quickly dropping from the steering wheel to intertwine with hers. “I was worried I went a little overboard with the makeup, and the heels, and the hair, and the dress—“

“No, I love the dress.” He glanced over at her with a smirk, his eyes flickering down to her cleavage before lifting back to her own. “You look beautiful.”

“All this sweetness is gonna take some getting used to,” she confessed softly, unable to believe his compliments after years of being picked apart by James. Marcus lifted the hand holding hers up to her chin, lovingly pinching it.

“I’m a patient man,” he assured with a knee-weakening smile.

“You’re…a saint, apparently,” she chuckled, turning to look out of the window at their snow-covered town.

“Trust me, I’m not a saint.” Her eyes wandered back to his profile, studying him to try and find any sort of flaw or sin lying beneath the surface but she couldn’t see any from where she sat—just a handsome man that made her feel at home whenever she looked into his eyes.

“I’m struggling to see where your faults are,” she challenged, earning a bashful chuckle. “I’ve always thought you were so much better than everyone. Not even just your looks—“

“Tell me more about my good looks.” He glanced at her with a smirk.

“I think I’ll save that ego-boost for another time,” she winked, forcing a blush to his cheeks. “But no, beyond all that physical stuff, you’ve always just been such a good guy. You sorta set a standard, intentionally or not.”

“Well,” he laughed. “I’m good at seeming a lot better than I am, I guess.”

“Well, go on, then. What’s going on beneath the surface that I haven’t seen yet?” She challenged with an eyebrow raise and a smirk, Marcus shrugging through his shyness.

“I don’t know,” he spoke with a boyish bashfulness and a smile. When he turned to look at her, his train of thought was interrupted by the passing yellow light of the street lamps illuminating her face. Suddenly every word he knew seemed more meaningless than they did a few seconds prior, none of them quite able to describe her beauty well enough to earn being voiced to her listening ears. So, he settled on saying nothing at all, his eyes choosing to keep this moment of admiration a private one for now. “There’s lots of things.”

“Just give me one thing that makes you anything less than perfect,” she asked sweetly, oblivious to the fact that Marcus would already do whatever for her, including laying his heart out for her to judge and pick apart at her will.

“Okay, I rush into things a lot. That’s a big one,” he finally managed a response as they pulled into the parking lot of an upscale Italian restaurant. “Yeah, I just…in the past, I’ve gotten swept up in the romance of it all and I suppose I had a tendency to move a little quick.”

“I don’t mind moving a little quick every now and then,” she replied, tone thick with suggestion. Marcus chuckled and let out a sigh, struggling to find the willpower to do as his mother told and take things slow with Nathalie.

“You’re…” he chuckled as he struggled to find an adequate adjective to describe her. “I’d say perfect but that makes it sound like having flaws is a bad thing.“

“They’re not?” She questioned, shifting in her seat to better face him, content to spend the entire night right there in this parking lot listening to him speak.

“I don’t think so,” he shrugged, turning a bit in his own seat. Nathalie quirked an eyebrow at him in a silent demand for him to elaborate and he chuckled. “They go into making you, you just as much as the good stuff does.”

Nathalie smiled and nodded, her eyes locked on his. With her smile growing wider and more playful, she looked down at her lap and spoke, “So…if you don’t want to call me perfect, what am I then?”

“Thought-consuming, how about that?” He sounded bashful, his voice quieted to a rasp just above a whisper.

Nathalie didn’t care that they were in a parking lot, she didn’t care that anyone could walk past and judge them, she only cared about feeling his lips on hers again, his taste and feel intoxicating and soothing at the same time.

“Think that’s two words,” she breathed out as she leaned over the console between them, Marcus grinning as he met her halfway into a nearly painful kiss. Her hands held the curve of where his jaw met his neck while his rested on her face, keeping her close. When Nathalie tested out something needier, a swipe of her tongue over his lips, Marcus let out a groan that sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

“Mm,” he hummed as he found the strength to pull away, chuckling against her lips. “Taking it slow, remember.”

“That’s gonna be…”

“Impossible, yeah.” He laughed through a sigh and ran his hands over his face as he sat back in his seat.

“You okay?” She asked with genuine concern. Marcus was quick to nod and give her a soft smile to reassure her.

“Yeah, I’m just trying to…calm down,” he chuckled in embarrassment as Nathalie’s eyes lowered to his pants, his unexpected (and impressive) bulge causing her eyes to widen.

“Yeah, this is…gonna be difficult,” she laughed and lifted her eyes back to his, reaching over to pinch his bearded chin. “And really fun.”

“Yeah,” he beamed. “I think so too.”

“Do you still wanna go in?” She asked after a beat, earning a curious look from Marcus. “Honestly, we could just grab McDonald’s and sit in the car all night talking and I’d be happy.”

“Yeah?” He asked with a curl of his lips. “We can do whatever you want. I’m just glad to be here.”

“Me too.” She reached over and tugged him in for one more kiss, this time something soft and sweet rather than needy and heated. She wanted him to feel how happy he was already making her, how downright into him she was. His soft hum buzzing against her lips told her that he was hoping to do the same. “Okay, McDonald’s now.”

“Yes, Miss Moss.”

“So…” Marcus started with a smirk, pausing to chew on the fries he’d just lifted to his lips. The couple was sat in the McDonald’s parking lot, the bright yellow and red light of the Golden Arch glowing into the car as they ate.

“So?” Nathalie asked with a look of amused interest, taking a sip of her Coke.

“What, uh, what actually went down with you and James?” He asked, turning his head to meet hers. Nathalie kept her slight smile on, though a sigh left her lips. “You don’t have to tell me—“

“No, no. It’s not…I just…the thought of him always puts me in a bad mood, and I don’t want you to have to be around me like that,” she clarified, but Marcus only creased his brows in response.

“Nat,” he spoke her name sternly, bringing her eyes back to his. “You don’t have to hide yourself away from me. I work for the government, I’m good at handling a bad mood.”

She chuckled and nodded before reaching over and stealing one of his fries. “Well, I thought everything was perfect between him and I. That entire seven years, I was delusional and happy and peacefully ignorant to how just plain fucking awful he was to me.”

Marcus didn’t say anything, simply shifting in his seat to better face her, his fingers quietly lifting his fries to his mouth as she continued.

“Anyways, one night I’d been working pretty late at the museum, and so I’d texted him and let him know that I probably wouldn’t be home until around midnight.” Nathalie paused to take a bite out of her burger, missing the way Marcus watched her in endearment as she tried to hurry her chews, her hand waving as though it would help. “Sorry, this burger is so good.”

“I know, I finished mine in three bites.” Nathalie chuckled as she looked over at Marcus’ empty burger box. “Alright, so you’re at the museum—“

“Right,” she nodded, regaining her focus. “I texted him that I’d be home late or whatever, but then I managed to finish early, so instead of showing up at midnight like he thought, I ended up showing up around ten—and the first thing I see when I unlock my door? My fiancé and my fucking boss fully going at it on the couch I bought. Straight up naked, spread eagle.”

“Oh, god,” Marcus sympathized, shaking his head at her as she nodded.

“Yeah. So, I left immediately and spent the night at a friend’s place. I just remember feeling like I’d finally turned the fucking light on and could see that this past seven years of my life, I’d been so unhappy. Sleeping on my friends couch I finally realized that I actually hated James. I was only still with him because I was comfortable. Because he was gonna give me the life I dreamed of or whatever. But after seeing him with someone else, there was no way I could go back. So I packed all my shit up and left town, left my job, left everything. Now I’m just here…recovering.”

“Jesus,” Marcus sighed, his eyes full of sincere sympathy. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“It’s alright,” Nathalie chuckled bashfully, shrugging her shoulders. “After all, it brought me here.”

Marcus smiled as he leaned over, his hand cradling her jaw as he gave her enough space to reject him but there was no need. Nathalie quickly leaned in and pressed her lips to his.

What started out as a tender kiss soon became ravenous, Marcus’ strength seemingly to dwindle with each little burst of a makeout. His hand slid up her sheer stockings, warming the outside of her thigh as his fingertips reached the hem of her dress. Nathalie let out a soft, hardly audible moan as he allowed his fingers to continue traveling up underneath her skirt until he was gripping her hip.

“Marcus,” she breathed against his lips, suddenly aware of the public nature of their makeout.

“Sorry,” he panted as he pulled back, readjusting her skirt as he slid his hand back down to her knee.

“Don’t be too sorry,” she reached over for his chin, her fingertips smoothing along his bearded jaw. “Just maybe not in a McDonald’s parking lot.”

“Or your parent’s house…or my parent’s house,” he added, a frown forming on both their faces until Marcus seemingly got an idea. “Hey, I have to go into the city to finish up my shopping this weekend. Do you maybe wanna come with me?”

Nathalie looked stunned, but in a good way. The prospect of spending a weekend away in New York City with Marcus fucking Pike during Christmastime was the stuff of her teenage dreams.

“Oh no, is that too much, too fast?” He asked with panic all over his face, the first sign of that emotion that she knew intimately coming from him.

“No,” she reached her hand back to rest on his neck, scratching at the hairs on the base of his skull. “It sounds like a fucking dream.”

Marcus brightened again, leaning in to place a singular peck onto her lips.

“I can’t wait,” he smiled as he pulled away and packed his trash into the brown bag while Nathalie ate her last bite of burger before doing the same. “I, uh, think my parents are still out at church…if you wanted to watch a movie at my place or something? I’ve got…puzzles?”

Nathalie couldn’t help but chuckle at the boyish nature of his smile, his eyes clearly filled with hope for more time in her company. How could she ever say no when he was looking at her with his big brown eyes?

“I’m pretty good at puzzles.”

Marcus’s parents had indeed still been out of the house when they pulled into his driveway, but that was just about all that went according to plan.

As soon as the couple crossed the threshold of his front door, they couldn’t keep their hands off one another. Marcus walked her back against the wall of the entryway, making a family portrait rattle against the wall as she hit it with a soft thud. Nathalie giggled as his lips trailed down to her neck, the scruff of his beard tickling her the entire time.

“You smell so good,” he praised, too swept up in her to join her in her giggles. His voice sent a chill down her spine and she tightened her grip on his coat, tugging him closer until he was pressing his hips into hers. She gasped as she felt his bulge against her hip, quickly stiffening with each passing second. It wasn’t long before Marcus was breathing out against her neck, “fuck, I want you”.

“Take me upstairs,” she panted, her hand lowering from the lapel of his coat down to his cock, rubbing it through the fabric of his pants.

“Can’t,” he sucked a mark on her collarbone, a considerate one that could easily be hidden under a sweater. “My parents are gonna be home soon.”

“We can be quick,” she persisted, pulling his face from her neck and holding it as she looked into his eyes with a mischievous pout. Marcus beamed at her full of affection, his thumb lifting to stroke over her bottom lip.

“I don’t want our first time to be quick, baby.”

Nathalie felt like she was floating and melting and burning all at the same time as she listened to him call her ‘baby’, the look in his eyes just the cherry on top of an already dream-worthy moment that she never in her wildest dreams would’ve imagined happening.

“If you call me baby again, I’m gonna pass out, I think,” she whispered through her grin, her eyes falling to his lips as she pulled him closer for a kiss, Marcus chuckling into it when their lips met.

“Well, I’ll be here to catch you…baby,” he felt her smile grow against his lips, her giggle being kissed away.

As Marcus moved to deepen the kiss again, the couple was surprised by the front door opening abruptly, not giving them enough time to sort themselves out before his parents were taking in their flushed states.

“Marcus…Nathalie,” Mr. Pike greeted awkwardly as Mrs. Pike gave the couple a beaming smile, clearly approving of their romance. She tugged her husband out of the entryway to give the pair some privacy again, noticing the blushes on Marcus and Nathalie’s faces.

“Walk me home?” Nathalie asked once they were alone again. Marcus nodded, slipping his hand into hers and opening the front door.

Once they were out in the cold, Marcus wrapped his arm around Nathalie’s waist, holding her close to his side.

“So you got to ask me about my ex,” she started with a smirk, her eyes facing forward. “What happened with yours?”

“I don’t know if we have the time,” he chuckled.

“You can come in for some tea,” she offered, turning her head to look at him with round, hopeful eyes.

“Okay,” he agreed softly.

He was sure that she could get him to do anything with those eyes.

After unlocking her door, she welcomed him into her home, the lights on the downstairs all off signaling that her parents had gone to bed. Flicking through light switch on in the entryway, she kicked her boots off before shedding her coat, hanging it on the hook by her parent’s. Marcus did the same, except he chose to drape his coat over his arm, holding onto it until they reached the kitchen, then setting it down on the barstool of the island.

“So, what was her name?” Nathalie asked in a hushed voice as she started to prepare the kettle on the stove.

“Teresa,” he sighed, pulling out the barstool as silently as he could before sitting down in it. “We worked together on a case, art theft. I, uh, liked her a lot. But there was another guy who was always sort of there—in between us. I guess I thought I needed to hurry up and settle down with her before he could, I don’t know. I definitely wasn’t doing it because I was sure that I wanted to marry her. I knew she didn’t love me like she loved him, but I wasn’t ready to give up on the fantasy I’d created in my head of a wife and kids.”

Nathalie turned around once the kettle had been set on the flame, resting her elbows on the island and studying the hurt in his eyes.

“Have you given up on that?” She asked, watching as he shook his head.

“No,” he chuckled. “I still believe in real love and want to have a family someday, I just…I’d like to think I’ve gotten better about being realistic about it.”

“Did you think Emily was gonna be the one?” She teased, earning a guffaw from him.

“Emily was my complete and total opposite in every sense of the word,” he assured, standing up to go join her on the other side of the island, his hand tilting her jaw up.

“Did you two…”

“No.” He shook his head. “She’s saving herself for marriage. Apparently she’s very devout. I didn’t know that.”

“I think that’s the first time religion’s paid off for me,” Nathalie chuckled to herself, lowering her eyes to his belt, her fingertip reaching to trace the metal of it, Marcus’s breath catching in response.

“Thought I heard a noise down here,” Mrs. Moss walked into the kitchen and broke the pair apart, Marcus clearing his throat while Nathalie moved to take the whistling kettle off the heat. “How was dinner?”

“It was good,” Nathalie replied through a still fuzzy mind, Marcus’s cologne still permeating her senses.

“Good!” Her mother’s attention turned to Marcus as he fetched a couple mugs out of one of the cabinets, having become familiar with the Moss kitchen over the years. “Marcus, any ideas for date number two?”

“Mom.” Nathalie scolded as she stood beside a chuckling Marcus, dropping a tea bag in each mug before filling them with water.

“Actually, yeah. I’m going into the city for some last minute Christmas shopping this weekend and I invited Nat to come,” he smiled as he glanced over at Nathalie, carefully measuring honey on a spoon before dropping it into the hot tea.

“Oh, how fun! It’s been half a year since she’s left our little town.” Her mom teased, earning another embarrassed groan from her daughter. Marcus couldn’t help but feel even more endeared to her as she blushed her way through fixing him a cup of tea, avoiding both pairs of eyes locked onto her.

“Mom, Marcus and I were talking,” Nathalie gave her mom a look that she hoped conveyed her desperation for more alone time with her date, but of course, Mrs. Moss couldn’t be subtle about it—not so long as it embarrassed her daughter.

“Oh! Talking. Right. Wink, wink.” Mrs. Moss retired back upstairs while Nathalie groaned and covered her face.

“I’m so sorry—“

“Don’t be, I love your mom,” he assured, rubbing her back. “I think it’s sweet how invested in your life she is. My mom’s the same way.”

“I think we have them to thank for us finally getting together,” she raised her mug up as though to toast, Marcus beaming as he lifted his own and clinked it against hers.

“To our meddling mothers,” he proposed.

“Gotta love ‘em.”

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He found me – Jake Seresin “Hangman”

summary: you move to live near your aunt to escape your abusive ex, but what happens when you fall for a navy pilot?

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS!! Also not proofread, sorry y’all 🥲

Warnings: talk of physical abuse, degrading talk, depictions of abuse, anxiety, panic attack, slight depression, gun use, death

Everytime you close your eyes, you thought of Jake, you have completely totally fallen, even if it’s only been a couple of months, but you wouldn’t dare open that side of you up yet. “Baby?” Jake mumbled, he nudged you softly, shaking you from your daze, “we gotta move up.” He laughed softly, his hand on your back as you giggled nervously. “Sorry.” You mumbled, releasing the tension from your shoulders as he tucked you into his chest when the ocean breeze came over. It was a local food truck night down by the beach, it was a perfect casual date, but the lines were insanely long. “That’s alright,” he paused, glancing down at you, “everything ok? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight.” He asked, smiling when you looked up at him. He recognized the love struck look in your eyes, he knew it was the same way he looked at you, but he too was cautious with the word love, after being burned before. “Yeah, just thinking is all, the bar has been busy, Penny wants me to help her hide a new bartender.” You made a small fib, but it got him off your back, you just weren’t quite ready to tell him aloud what had happened in your past.

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“Y/N, he needs to know.” Penny whispered as she consoled you in the back room of the hard deck. You nodded even though you were sobbing, you and Jake had gotten into an argument and you had a panic attack and ran off. He was distraught as Penny refused to let him back here to check on you, he didn’t know about your whole past, he knew you moved here in a hurry, and he met you within a month of you being here. He thought you moved to be closer to your aunt Penny, but he didn’t know, he couldn’t even begin to guess that you moved here to get away from your abusive ex fiancé.

Penny welcomed you as soon as you called her crying from the bus station, she helped you get back on your feet here, she held you when you cried and encouraged you when you were brave, but she recognized that Jake was becoming that for you even if you didn’t realize it. “Here’s what we’re gonna do honey, you’re going to go in the bathroom and wash off this runny mascara, I’ll clock you out and Jake is going to take you home. You have to tell him, he can’t help if he doesn’t know.” Penny spoke slowly, finally feeling your breathing begin to even out, “ok.” You whispered, nodding your head, mentally preparing yourself. “What if he doesn’t want to deal with me after this?” You asked, you knew it was stupid. “Believe me, he cares about you, I’ve never seen him with anyone the way he is with you.” Penny assured, “and if he has a problem with it, he knows I’ll beat his ass and put Maverick on him.” She teased to lighten the mood, she kissed your head before ushering you to the employee bathroom.

“Maverick, please, I’ve never seen her like that before, let me check on her!” Jake pleaded, he was getting frustrated as his captain kept blocking him and making him sit on the bar stool. Phoenix and Bradley looked over when Penny came out, wiping her hands on her jeans. “Jake.” She waved him over to the corner, finally Maverick let him get through, shooting Penny a concerned glance. “She’s in the bathroom, I need you to take her home, ok? She’s gotta talk to you about something.” Penny instructed, Jake stood rigid as he nodded, not liking how serious Penny was being. “If you hurt her–“ “I won’t, Penny, I swear on my career.” Jake cut her off, stepping away when you came out, eyes puffy and makeup washed off.

“Hey babe.” He spoke softly, rubbing your shoulders, “you want me to take you home?” He asked, giving you a soft smile when you nodded. “Ok.” He tucked you under his arm and led you out, ignoring the looks from his team, they knew he was falling for you these last few months but it was still odd to see Hangman be a gentleman.

Jake opened the car door for you, giving you his hand to help you get up into his truck, “thanks.” Your voice was hoarse and it made him frown, not realizing how badly you were affected by whatever set you off.

When you got to your house you let Jake in wordlessly and immediately locked the door behind him, something he had noticed you do before, he had a brief thought flash through his head, but he refused to let that be true. He thought back to when he raised his hand to pull on his hair when you two bickered and how you cowered away before speed walking into the back. “Y/N.” Jake mumbled, you turned to him nervously, “what do you need to tell me?” He asked, keeping the distance that you had provided, not wanting to make you uncomfortable. You turned, lifting your shirt up and revealing a scar along your side, Jake gasped. “His name is Mike, he started when we got engaged.” You whispered, voice trembling, “he was always aggressive, yelling over stupid things, but then he hit me once, he swore it was only once but…” you trailed off, motioning to the scar, “this was my last straw.” You declared, putting on a brave front. “I wrote a note, told him I was leaving him, and then I got on a bus here to stay with my aunt. He doesn’t know about her, he doesn’t even know her name, it was the best shot I had.” You concluded, finally turning to look at Jake who looked furious but also concerned.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry this happened to you, I’m sorry I scared you at the bar. Baby I would never, never, lay a hand on you.” He whispered, hesitating to step closer, you nodded and he approached slowly, finally pulling you into his arms. “I know you wouldn’t, I’m sorry I freaked out.” You sniffled, feeling him shake his head. “You have every right to feel that way, it’s a trigger for you and I promise I’ll keep that in mind.” He pulled away to kiss you softly, now he was putting together the pieces, the way you jumped at certain things, how you always stayed safely behind the bar when you were working. You flinched when the doorbell rang, “hey, it’s alright.” Jake murmured, he went over to the door and looked, he didn’t see anything so he unlocked it and peeked outside. He furrowed his eyebrows as he saw a food delivery with a note on it. “What is it?” You asked, petrified as you stood a few feet behind him, debating on grabbing something to make you feel like you had a chance against an attacker. “Penny sent us dinner.” He laughed, turning back to you as he locked the door, you breathed a sigh of relief, “does that mean you can stay tonight?” You asked sheepishly, but feeling better when Jake grinned like a fool. “I’ll take all the time I can get with you before I deploy.” He assured you, he could see your smile falter when you realized the deployment was coming up fast, but you pushed it aside and decided to enjoy the time with him.

What could go wrong?

***

Jake had left late last night for the mission, and you were finally back to work after Penny insisted you take a couple of days off.

“Oh, thanks for the food the other night.” You spoke up as you and Penny stocked the coolers, she was about to nod but then she realized she didn’t know what you were talking about. “I didn’t send food.” She felt the air go rigid at her words, “what?” You mumbled, eyes wide. “The night Jake took you home?” She asked for clarification, “yes, food got delivered and there was a note on it that said it was from you.” You explained to her, your eyes begging her to say oh yeah I forgot, but she didn’t. “Y/N, don’t panic now. It couldn’t possibly be.” Penny cautioned you as she saw your chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly. “Penny. He’s gotta be here, who else would do that?” You whispered, even though the bar wasn’t open yet and there was no one around to see or hear you. “Honey, breathe.” She grabbed you by the shoulders, “you’re going to stay with me until Jake comes back, ok? Everything is going to be fine.” Your aunt feigned confidence but it worked enough for you to take a slow breath and nod. You couldn’t do anything but hope she was right and keep your head on a swivel.

You were on edge all night, flinching every time there was a loud noise, feeling like you heard his voice everywhere.

As the night started to fizzle out, you felt a little more at ease, the longer nothing happened the more you were convinced everything was ok. Tommy tapped you on the shoulder, “it’s for you, Y/N.” He handed over the bar phone, your mind instantly thought maybe it was Jake, maybe he got to make a call. “Hello?” You spoke cheerily, being met with nothing, “hello?” You repeated again, not letting your mind go where it was trying to. “I’ll let you know when we’re over.” Mike snarled and then the line went dead. You had to grab the counter so you didn’t fall to the ground, you spun around, looking for that unforgettable face. “Penny, he found me, he found me.” You whispered, “he called the bar, oh my god, I can’t stay here.” You were spiraling now. “What?” Penny gasped, she took the phone and looked at the last number that called, the number was blocked, of course it was, he’s not stupid.

“What do I do?” You asked, forcing yourself to remain somewhat calm as you made someone’s drink, the bar didn’t care that your life was falling apart, the customers still wanted their alcohol. “You stay calm, you stay with me, and we’ll figure this out. We can call the cops, you can get a restraining order.” She explained, racking her brain for any other ideas, it was hard to come up with anything since you had never reported any abuse to the police. You flinched as your phone rang in your pocket, you fished it out and gasped when you saw Jake’s name on your screen. “Hello?” You rushed to the back, Penny smiling as she heard the excitement in your voice. “Hi babe.” Jake breathed out, relieved to hear your voice, he was a little upset when they got their assignments last night, but he knew it was for a reason. “I miss you, Jake.” You sighed, you weren’t going to tell him what’s happened, that can wait until he’s home and safe. “I miss you too, Y/N, I come home tomorrow, just a quick in and out mission.” He assured you, you could picture his smile. “I don’t have long, but I just wanted to hear your voice honey.” He charmed, you giggled, “that’s what I’m here for.” You joked, looking out the window towards the dark beach. You saw a man yelling at a girl and it made you tense up. “Jake, I’m really sorry but it’s swamped at the bar and Penny really needs me.” You spoke quickly, setting off an alarm in his head. “Oh, ok, I’ll see you soon, bye babe.” He hardly used your name anymore and you loved it, you loved him.

“Bye.” You whispered, putting the phone back in your pocket, you ran your hands over your face. “Snap out of it, Y/N.” You muttered, forcing your brain to zone out as you finished the rest of your shift.

***

You tried to crawl away but you couldn’t, he was too fast, “what do you mean you aren’t happy?” Mike shouted, the belt pulled taught in his hands as you laid on the ground. “I do everything for you! Can’t you appreciate that!” He was red in the face, the belt snapped against you again, the same spot, three times, the welt was already there and beginning to get raw and break open. “Mike, please.” You whispered, “please baby.” You knew you had to kiss up to him to make him stop. “You’re hurting me.” You cried, feeling the snap one more time before he tossed it aside. “When I get back you better have dinner ready and this mess cleaned up.” You didn’t dare move until you heard the sound of his car pulling out of the driveway.

You scrambled to your feet in agonizing pain, scribbling a note telling him to go to hell, you grabbed a bag and threw your most important items into it and left, you got on the bus and left, never wanting to see him again.

***

You sat up abruptly at the crashing noise downstairs, “Amelia?” Penny shouted, “I’m in my room.” She answered as you all peeked into the hallway, “motherfucker.” Penny cussed, she went into her room and came back out with a taser, “Amelia go in your room.” She demanded and her daughter didn’t hesitate to listen as she’d never seen her mom this serious. You grabbed your phone and followed her down the stairs slowly, you cringed as they creaked as you walked. Penny reached the bottom and slammed her hand on the light switch, ready to attack if need be. Pete froze like a deer in headlights, cleaning up the lamp he had knocked over and broken. Penny sighed in relief, and you nearly collapsed to be seated on the stairs, your heart finally returning to a normal rhythm. Penny rushed over to hug her boyfriend as realization set in that he was home, early.

“You’re back! Early!” Penny cheered before she remembered you were there too. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” Pete asked in concern, walking over to you, “Jake went to your place, he said he had to see you.” Pete murmured, thinking that you were concerned for your boyfriend. Penny and you went wide eyed at the same time, “my house?!” “Her house?!” You spoke at the same time, Pete flinched as Amelia came thumping down the stairs. “Call him.” Penny demanded, Amelia embracing Pete in a quick hug, “Pete we need to talk.” Penny pulled him aside, catching him up as you bounced your leg as the phone rang and rang, just when you lost hope you heard his cheery voice. “I was trying to surprise you.” Jake laughed, you could still hear that he was driving. “Do not go to my house, I’m staying with Penny.” You demanded, instantly knocking him out of his happy daze. “Why are you–“ “Jake, please just come to Penny’s house. I can’t, I need to know you’re ok.” You whispered, Penny sat beside you, pulling you into her side, “baby, calm down, I’m turning around now.” He assured you, you nodded slowly, “be careful.” Your voice was barely above a whisper but he heard you. “You’re scaring me, what’s going on?” He asked, panicking a little when he heard the shift of your phone before Penny’s voice came over the line.

“He found her, and she needs you, Jake.” She told him and he went rigid before speeding up as he was only a few minutes away. “I’m coming.” The line went dead after that as he tossed his phone aside to focus on the road.

“Alright, he’s coming, let’s not get all worked up.” Penny sighed, Pete nodded in agreement, “I know my words probably feel empty, Y/N, but I promise Jake and I, the whole team, would do anything to keep you safe.” Pete whispered, taken back when you rushed to hug him. Penny fanned at her eyes to push the tears back as you broke down in his arms. “Thank you.” You cried, “it’s alright.” Pete murmured, rubbing your back softly. He had never seen you like this, but he was one of the few who knew what brought you here, and he wanted nothing more than to see you bright and happy like you were the first time he met you years ago. The sound of a truck pulling up in the driveway eased your nerves, the door slammed and in record speed the front door was being pushed open and there stood Jake. Pete let go of you and you ran over to Jake, letting him pick you up in a koala hug. “Did he hurt you?” Jake whispered, cautious of Amelia being there and not wanting to scare her anymore as she sat beside her mom with a pale face. “No.” You shook your head, “he called the bar, and he was the one who sent us food.” You whispered, holding Jake tighter as he walked into the kitchen to give you two some space from everyone else.

***

Days had turned into weeks, and before you knew it, it had been a month since you’d had anything to do with Mike, it was like he fell off the face of the earth after that night. You were finally feeling at ease, maybe he’d found something else to fixate on, had you really been able to escape him for good?

You sat next to Penny in the crowd, the team was being awarded medals for their last mission, you hadn’t known how dangerous it was until afterwards, since Jake wasn’t allowed to say anything. You had your phone tucked away into your little crossbody bag, clapping as they began to give out the medals, it was being done on base, it was a beautiful day outside and you were enjoying getting to see the team being recognized for everything they do. Penny clapped and stood up when they announced Pete, making you giggle as Pete shot her a proud smile. You were so happy for them, finally they got on the right track, because you always knew he was the one for her.

You felt your phone vibrating in your bag, but you didn’t think much of it as you beamed with pride when Jake caught your gaze, you blew him a kiss, smirking when he gave you a cheesy grin. You loved him, it was time to tell him, you decided at that moment, as soon as this was over and you were able to see him, he would know how you felt.

Rooster was next, then Phoenix, then Bob. You knew Jake would be next in line so you got your phone out, eyes landing on the messages you had.

Each one was another picture of right now, first a far shot, but then they got progressively closer, the final one, a picture of Jake smiling right at you. “Penny.” You thrusted the phone into her hand, quickly looking around, that son of a bitch. You weren’t even scared at this point, you were mad, you were so furious that he felt like he had this control over your life. Penny began to look too, though she didn’t know what he looked like, she was confident he would be noticeable as a creep. “Gun, get down!” The security officers shouted, sending everyone into a panic, you flew to the ground, hands over your head as you heard three rounds get fired, people were screaming, kids were crying. Penny laid over your back to protect you, flinching everytime the guns went off. You were shaking like a leaf as it suddenly got quiet, the only commotion heard was boots hitting the ground as you assumed the security team had hit Mike. Penny slowly lifted her head, looking around, she wasn’t the only one, “Y/N.” She tugged on your arm, “is that him?” She whispered as you moved to kneel instead of being hunched over, your eyes drifted towards the group of guards, they were talking fast and moving even faster. You finally let your gaze fall to the man lying on the ground, clearly bleeding out, your stomach lurched, “yes.” You whispered, “that’s him, oh my-oh my god.”

“Penny, Y/N!” You heard, making you look away from what you presumed was Mike lying dead on the ground. “Y/N!” Jake hollered, following Pete through the crowd as everyone made their way to their families. Rooster was in tow, as Pete was the only one who was here for him. “Jake!” You pushed through some people, nearly falling into him, “are you ok?” You both asked at the same time. “Yes.” You nodded as you spoke, cupping his face as you looked for any damage to him. “I’m ok.” He sighed, hugging you tightly, “I love you.” He declared, “I couldn’t wait any longer to say that, and then I thought something happened to you and–“ you cut him off with a kiss. “I love you, Jake.” You assured him, kissing him once more. “It was Mike, with the gun, they shot him.” You told him nervously, feeling immense guilt if something had happened to anyone here. Jake went wide eyed as he looked over when they placed Mike on a gurney, it was clear he was gone but they had to try. “I’m gonna be sick.” You muttered hiding your face in Jake’s chest. Jake rubbed your back and pushed your hair to the side as he felt your neck burning up.

“It’s ok, it’s all gonna be ok.” He murmured, it was over now, you could move on, with Jake, you could be happy again.

You will be happy again.

Tagging: @eberles @miracleonice87 @suitandtys (thank you tiff for helping me with this fic!)

#top gun Maverick #top gun #top gun Maverick fic #jake seresin #jake Seresin imagine #jake Seresin fic #hangman fic #hangman imagine #hangman Seresin

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just-some-random-blogger · 2 years

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Trading Secrets

GOT7

Kim Yugyeom x WangSis!Reader

Summary: After ending your year long engagement with Jaebum, your older brother Jackson made it his mission to be your personal hype man. However, while playing matchmaker, he unintentionally overlooks your own feelings.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Jackson's Younger Sis AU, rich kid au, themes of classism, mentions of bad exes, fluff, some angst, typos, etc.

A/N: I have been in a rut, so I've decided to literally speed run the requests I can do rn. I HAVENT CHECKED FOR TYPOS ILL COME BACK SOON ENOUGH maybe. this request has been here forever im so sorry it took so long T_T Also obviously this is fiction ok miss me with that BS TY

Meeting Yugyeom marked the end of an era, the end of my year long heartbreak, the closing chapter of the mopey life I lived up until that point.

He was the beginning of my sunshine, the reason I could walk with a skip in my step, it was the beginning of me feeling like myself again.

I met him at a gala, but not how you would expect. He wasn't one of our family friend's guest, in fact, he had nothing to do with Choi Youngjae's family at all, except maybe the fact he was their employee for that night. Yugyeom was a server for the party the day I met him.

I was in an emotional fit when he saw me at the gardens and he immediately felt awkward since he went outside to take a break from the stuffy atmosphere inside.

For a moment, he kept his silence, up until he decided it would be downright rude to just stand there within a few feet from me and not say anything.

"Did one of the snobby kids in the party fight you, or something?" Yugyeom tries with a lighthearted voice, hoping it would be better than asking if I was okay, when I clearly was not.

I jolted at the sudden sound of his voice, and managed a look at him. Since I was pathetic and prone to self-deprecation during this time, I simply agreed and casually stated, "yeah, my ex-fiancé was there with his next bride-to-be. It felt like I was the butt of everyone's joke, so yeah, I'd say it was a fight."

Yugyeom was not expecting that. But he did know about the dude who was flaunting his fiancé. How could he not when he was so bigheaded about her dress for tonight and the assests her father had. So, Yugyeom placed his pockets in his hands and asked, "was it that moron in the Im family? What's his face, Jaehyun? Jaeyoon, Jae-"

"Jaebum," I say, sniffling, "how'd you know?"

Yugyeom scoffs, "how could I not. He's a prick, even he knows it. Honestly, you're better off. The dude can't tip for his life. How is someone so rich yet so stingy."

I chuckle, shaking my head at the thought, "he wasn't always like that."

"Oh, baby," Yugyeom says out of instinct, it meant nothing to either person in the conversation, "don't defend him. He's not worth it."

It was at this moment, Yugyeom and I finally look at each other. Even with bloodshot eyes and a semi-runny nose, he decided in his head the view was beautiful. He suddenly felt even more annoyed by the idea of Im Jaebum.

"Thanks," I say, wiping my nose, "you gave me enough confidence to walk back in all the way to my car."

Yugyeom knits his brows, "what? Where you planning on camping here for the night?"

I chuckle, "I'm friends with the Choi's. It wouldn't be the first time I slept in their garden, although this time, intentional."

We both share a laugh. Yugyeom felt compelled to make the atmosphere ever more relaxed than it already was, and so he said, "I'll trade you a couple secrets, since you told me some."

Both a brow and a corner of my lips quirked up upon hearing this, "which part of the conversation did I tell you any secret?"

"The part where you talked about your ex and the fact you got shitfaced enough to sleep on grass."

"Hold on," I raise a finger, "I never said I was shitfaced, nor did I sleep on the g-"

"Whatever," Yugyeom laughs, "I got you rich kids all figured out."

Instantly, I feel standoffish and borderline provoked by this, but I keep it cool and only cross my arms as I throw him a face, "do you now."

"Yep," he pops the P, "you're the really rich type that doesn't even notice the fact that I accidentally stole caviar from the last party the Choi's had."

"Wait, wait," I feel my jaw drop, "how do you accidentally steal-"

"I was fixing my hair in the kitchen," Yugyeom immediately explains, "I had a jar of wax and I placed it on the counter top. I fix my hair, throw the jar back in my bag, except when I got to my gig, it was a fucking jar of caviar and not my hair wax."

I break into a laugh. Yugyeom watches my expression and matches my giggles. I shake my head and wave a hand, "wait, I have so many questions."

Yugyeom's watch beeps. He turns to his wrist and stops it, "well, they're gonna have to wait cause my break just ended."

"Oh, right... it was nice-"

"Do you want to get drinks with me after this?"

I am so stunned by his confidence that I nearly forget that he asked me a question. It takes him smiling at me, urging a response by saying, "any second now," as he did a small hop in his place. I break into another chuckle, feeling the need to wipe my nose, suddenly realizing I had just been crying before talking to him. Contrary to the voice I had in my head saying it was a bad idea, I quickly nodded my head and smiled back, "sure. I... I don't have anything better to do anyway."

That small voice in my head was wrong, getting drinks with Yugyeom after that party was the best thing that ever happened to me in a long time.

He and I would hang out every weekend, and he would take me to underground art shows, rap battles, and even dances showcases where he would perform.

I would learn when he wasn't hustling for extra money, he was dancing, either professionally as a backup dancer, a teacher, or in competitions.

Slowly he was seeping deeper and deeper into my world. The causal greetings I would give him if he wound up being a waiter at another party I was invited to would turn into shy smiles from across the room. The casual hangouts we had on weekends blossomed into much awaited dates that ended with kisses and promises of meeting next week.

Still, as much as my heart thumped at the sight of him, we were taking it slow and labels were sort of up in the air. I mean, goodness, he was close enough to me that he became friends with my brother. He was close enough with me that my brother trusted Yugyeom enough to drive me home when he was too drunk to do so.

So during one party on my older brother's yacht, said older brother Jackson put me in quite a tough spot, especially considering he personally invited Yugyeom after hanging out with him enough.

It seems in all of this time Jackson has seen me with Yugyeom, he didn't notice that I was practically making googly eyes at him, cause what did he do? He sets me up with Bambam.

Bam. Bam.

"Hi, Bambam," I chuckle, awkwardly reciprocating the hug initiated. Bambam was dressed to the nines, like he always was, glasses, leather shoes, gold watch, and all.

Jackson was watching from afar, arm around Yugyeom as he squealed and shook his friend, "I have a good feeling about this."

Yugyeom could only watch with disdain.

"That bastard Jaebum really did a number on her, but I think, since she's been talking about going out on dates lately, she might be ready to date again."

Yugyeom grinds his teeth, "she's been talking about going dates?"

Jackson turns to Yugyeom, the hand that was not around his friend was holding a drink, "yeah. She told me she was thinking about dating again, and I said I knew exactly the person she'd be into."

Yugyeom scoffs, "and Bambam is that?"

Jackson takes a swig of his drink, "duhhh! He's around her age, and he went to the same school she did. He's also in charge of the same department she handles in our company, so yeah. Match made in heaven, don't you think, Gyeom?"

Yugyeom, who was annoyed by the fact Jackson totally looked over him initially, suddenly felt like he was put in his place. He was none of those things. He didn't even finish going to university. He watched as Bambam nodded his head causally, making the neatly pressed clothes on his body move just a bit at the action. Then he looked at his ripped jeans and worn out combat boots, then suddenly he was acutely aware of how out of place he really was in all this.

The Wang siblings were gracious enough to make him delude himself into thinking he had a shot at getting the girl he liked.

He didn't know if it was the yacht ride or the realization that make him feel like barfing.

Yugyeom weighs the chances he has to get to shore if he just jumps off here and now.

"I'm going to the bathroom," he tells Jackson. Jackson nods and pulls away, moving on to mingle with the rest of his guests.

Yugyeom makes his way to the tiny bathroom and looks at his reflection for a solid minute. He splashes water on his face and wipes it off with bottom of his old band t-shirt.

He is surprised by whom he meets once he exits the room.

"Hey," I chirp. The smile on my face deflates when Yugyeom returns a gloomy gaze.

I find myself frowning, "are you okay? Are you seasick?"

"No..." he shakes his head. He can't help but feel tingly at the concern, and so he involuntarily chuckles in endearment, "I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine," I counter, offering a wide-eyed look. Suddenly, as he shifts in his place to lean against the wall, I realize something, "is this because of Bambam?"

Yugyeom, in all his casual confidence, tenses, nonverbally answering me.

"Hey," I sigh, catching his hand in mine. Yugyeom feels his entire being burn at the slightest of contact. I knit my brows, "Jackson's just trying to help me."

Yugyeom can't meet my gaze, "I know..." he offers a half-hearted smile, "he's right... you should end up with someone like Bambam."

"What?"

Yugyeom straightens himself up and tightens his hold on my hand. He looks down on me and sighs, "You're out of my atmosphere. Come on, we met at a party where I was a waiter. We're worlds apart."

I look at him with an incredulous expression, "the air pressure up there must have finally gotten to your head, huh," I mock, ripping my hand away from him to cross my arms.

He is unamused.

I sigh, "Gyeomie, do you honestly think if I cared about that, I would have my heart race when I'm around you like I always do."

"Well-" he cuts himself off once he realizes exactly what I said, "your heart races when I'm around."

I shudder out, "unfortunately yes, and you don't seem to want to take responsibility."

Yugyeom is at a loss for words. He opens his mouth and raises his hand, "I do. I do. I so do."

"Alright then," I hold back a smile, "I've told you a secret, now you tell me one."

Yugyeom perks up at that and immediately leans down as he places his hands on my shoulders. He peppers the side of my face, down to my neck with kisses, causing me to curl up at the sensation and giggle at the ticklish feeling. He pushes hair behind my ear then whispers, "I really, really, really want you to be my girlfriend."

#yugyeom fanfic #got7 fanfic #yugyeom #got7 yugeom #yugyeom fluff #yugyeom angst #jackson fanfic #jackson wang #yugyeom fanfiction #yugyeom imagines #got7 fluff #got7 yugyeom #got7 yugyeom fanfic #bambam fanfic

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Wealth Voyeurism, Succession, and You

(Excuse the lack of film theory and jargon, I’m just a casual viewer)

I was looking into some background stuff for Season 2, costumes, and sets and I found an article for the apartment Roman invites Shiv and Tom over to for dinner. And Jesus Christ it’s some 25mill ostentatious wealth porn shit. BUT it brought up a pretty interesting thought- I think the show treats wealth in an interesting way.

For us normals this level of a accommodation, pools, theatre, jacuzzi, multiple rooms, dining rooms etc this would be an impressive display of wealth- perhaps even a bit repulsive.

But the show doesn’t linger- it shows one or two spaces, some caterers lurking somewhere in the back, the lights are low the atmosphere is set. But the wealth isn’t the focus.

So what sort of artistic expression is this? What’s the message? Is the camera on the side of Roys or the viewers? Meaning, is the camera uninterested in wealth as a trivial thing or is it uninterested in wealth as a fetishistic item?

The waiter's death seems to shift Ken’s perspective (not in any substantial way though), which the show reflects. There’s one shot in the finale where he’s focusing on a serving boy and one throwaway line in season three where he’s complimenting a manual labourer. In general, he’s seen talking to the largely background lower class folk more than anyone else in the show. But in general low income workers remain peripheral, not just as subjects of the plot but also of the camera (NRPI). Shiv even works for Bernie sanders- esque political figure who fires her after (among other reasons) she makes a joke about using hand sanitizer after shaking the hand of a "prole". We see Roman taunt a boy with a million-dollar cheque early in season one, and the family takes digs at Willa who's living off of Connor's dime. There's an instance in season three where Roman reveals he and Ken had paid a homeless man to tattoo Ken's initials on his head. Poverty seems to flee from the screen, appearing for a few moments, before disappearing again, unwanted and unimportant.

Even Greg, the family outsider who seems most in need of financial assistance, quickly climbs the ranks from failed mascot to Tom’s lackey (his wardrobe beefing up all the way). When he’s impressed by Kendall’s gifted apartment (remember Ken had just sold his house because it smelled like his ex-wife) the camera seems to mock Greg, the ample space is sterile, empty, and taken over quickly by a party Ken throws. Later, Eaton Flat is brought up as an asset which Caroline’s fiancé wants- treated in a completely trivial nature by the Roys (it’s a bargaining chip for Logan and an excess oddity to Shiv, “doesn’t he have his own?”). Even Ken commandeering Rava’s apartment as his war room shows an almost gaudy offhandedness towards expensive spaces.

There are often times when the camera feels like a spying bystander, handheld and swivelling unexpectedly at shocking dialogue. It’s almost paparazzi-esque at moments. And like the paparazzi it’s interested in the things “famous and important”people are up to.

I posit, the show could only be accused of fetishizing wealth insofar as it’s producers rather than its objects. Of course this comes with the territory- a show about rich and powerful people might tend to glorify those rich and powerful people. But the show seems less interested in glorification than voyeurism. We see Ken shit the bed, Logan’s ailing health (worst of which I think is piss in his son’s office), and the general nastiness from these players in “the game” as Logan calls it.

The show attempts a neutrality, a bridge between the world of the ultra wealthy and you. “Look at how gross and awesome they are!” The show says, never lingering long enough on private planes or multi million dollar apartments to make you glorify it.

#succession #succession hbo #succession meta #Kendall Roy #baby’s first media criticism #Logan Roy #Roman Roy #tom wambsgans #tomgreg #perhaps I rambled a bit too much here

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Not Mentioned in Title Once

Talking about the track Kill Bill from SZA's latest studio album SOS. Check out this cover, look at how hypnotic it is, how blue those waves are.

The song is about SZA fantasying about killing her ex and his new girlfriend. What started out as whimsical if deadly thoughts transforms into tragic reality with the change of lyrics from "might" to "just".

I might kill my ex, not the best idea His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here? I might kill my ex, I still love him, though Rather be in jail than alone

Oh, I just killed my ex, not the best idea (Idea) Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here? I just killed my ex, I still love him, though (I do) Rather be in hell than alone

The first line of the song: "I'm still a fan even though I was salty", alludes to the image of the album's cover in a chic, casual manner.

Kill Bill, with the first instalment released in 2003 and its sequel following in 2004, is a quintessential Quentin Tarantino film, following signature tropes of aesthetic violence, culture, and cinematic justice. In this case, protagonist The Bride hunting down her old assassination squad whom were responsible for the infanticide of her unborn child, her own brutal almost-death, and the murder of her forgettable fiancé.

Apart from the insatiable desire to hunt down and commit vengeance upon a past lover, there is not much connecting the two media, and there could not be a stronger difference between the fairy-like pop tunes of SZA's Kill Bill, compared to Tarantino's gritty and painful original.

But the essence of self-loyalty still remains, both The Bride and SZA's proxy within the song following the callings of their heart even though it might lead them down some trouble, some unethical paths.

Despite being the very title of the track, the words Kill Bill are not sung once in SZA's song, which not only marks her out as a surprising fan of Tarantino's works, but provides an Easter Egg for patrons to both artists. You'll have to watch the movie to understand why the song is called so.

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simplymekaty · 1 year

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To like or not to like....Jeez...who gives a fuck!

There are a lot of notes that I write on my phone when I can't sleep and I just came across this one from the summer & I've been thinking about this a lot lately...I go off on a tangent so bear with me...

I was chatting to my friend on holiday last summer and she remarked as we sat down for a drink in the evening sunshine, that we have never fallen out. My immediate response was "Why would we?". She responded that she didn't know.

I thought back to the conversations I've had with her 2 daughters over the years about falling out with friends and how it can take some time to find your tribe and how they might not settle into true friendships until they are much older. Their Mom & I being a perfect example as we were both 46 when we really became close friends.

My friend seems to think she isn't well liked so I guess she just assumed I would fall out with her or wanna stop hanging out with her eventually. Which is ridiculous of course, I think she's great. I really don't know why anyone would think she isn't.

She's an amazingly supportive friend, a great Mom who puts her daughters first at all times, she loves animals, she's got a good relationship with her parents & sibling...even at work...given her job is basically taking caring of people until they (sadly too soon) die...people that are not nice don't end up in jobs caring about people in their final months. I mean, what's not to like. Yet she feels like some people don't.

It got me thinking that actually I couldn't care less if people don't like me anymore.

There are plenty of people out there that don't...my ex-fiancé & his family, at least one or 2 guys I casually dated (at least I was casually dating them), couple of my brothers ex girlfriends, couple of old friends.

I mean an old lady who lives opposite me in the village I live in took a huge dislike to me (I won't go into Dustbin-gate but it's as ridiculous as it sounds). I was upset about all of them at first but now...I couldn't care less.

There are so many people who used to be in my life that are no longer in it for a multitude of reasons. Some of them could actually still like me, I don't know, you drift along with some people and not all of them you keep. I mean, imagine if you kept everyone you ever met as a friend. Life would be hectically overwhelming. As you change and grow as a person, what you need from different people changes so it stands to reason some people will fall by the way side. And that's OK. There are probably people who think I don't like them. Truthfully, I'm actually just indifferent to most people. If I wasn't I'd make more of an effort to stay in touch. I think I may have said something like this before but I just don't miss people in the conventional sense. This isnt the same as not liking them. I like a great many people but I don't often really miss people until I see them again. And then I either realise I absolutely don't miss them at all or I realise just how much I do love them and wish we got together more often. Which of course never happens and we will go for months or years without seeing each other again.

As I get older, I just want to be around people that I can stay up til 5am talking & laughing with about anything and everything, I don't want inane small talk, I want deep philosophical drunken or stoned conversations about life death the universe, everything. Small talk is so mind numbing and I think that's why I have shrunk my inner circle & really only know most people within the country scene in a very arms length kind of way because there are so few of them that I really ever manage to have a conversation deeper than something country music, Yellowstone or beer related. There are only so many times I can have the same conversation with the same people.

This is not to say I don't like them. The majority I do but god I miss that deeper connection. Of getting to know someone who excites you because they are on your same wave length. That you know you'd be happy just sitting in the dark with or by a campfire, listening to a great album and just talking about anything that comes to mind and not being judged. Just someone that can at least respect your point of view even if they don't 100% agree with you. I miss that a whole damn lot.

Small talk is so fucking awkward, so mind numbingly boring. If I am that uninteresting that you cannot have a decent conversation with me...do us both a favour and don't. I know it sounds harsh but honestly, there are times I'd rather just stand in silence than talk. Silence doesn't make me feel uncomfortable anymore. I don't need to fill the void with mindless chatter (OK, I still do this when I am hyper...I'm not completely a changed person) but for the love of god, talk to me about something interesting.

It even extends to social media. Have you noticed that if you post anything remotely cerebral, whether it be a news article, some social commentary or god forbid something to do with politics...you're lucky if anyone interacts with it...but post a cute puppy video and a fucking meme about the weather and people are all over it. It's fucking infuriating.

The more I write, the more I realise why some people do find me unlikeable!😂

#love me or hate me #simplymekaty #musings #philosophical conversations #randomness #give me depth not the shallows

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jetjust · 2 years

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malfoysstilinski · 4 years

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hogwarts express | DRACO MALFOY (smut)

Draco Malfoy x Reader (past harry x reader)

SUMMARY: Draco fucks Y/N to prove a point to Harry who he knows is hiding in the storage compartment above, watching the whole thing.

REQUESTED: first of all, i absolutely love your writing!!! ok so you know how on the train in sixth year harry was spying on draco in the compartment? what if draco and y/n have sex in front of him while he’s still under the cloak and draco is like “put on a show.” 👀 i’ve been thinking about this nonstop for days @sapphicnoodle69

WARNINGS: dirty talk, public sex, choking, oral (both receiving), slut shaming, probably more idk

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“Hogwarts,” Draco scoffs, a sneering look on his face as he fiddles absentmindedly with his fingers on the table in front of you, “what a pathetic excuse for a school. I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue for another two years.”

You frown from where you’re leaning your head on his shoulder, your senses consumed by Draco. All you can smell is his expensive cologne and the peppermint of his shampoo, the smooth material of his suit’s blazer brushing your cheek as you stare across at Pansy and Blaise. They look equally as confused as you do. Draco hadn’t been the same since his father had been sent to Azkaban, all thanks to Harry Potter, Draco had said.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy questions.

“Let’s just say, I don’t think you’ll see me wasting my time with Charms class next year,” Draco mutters bitterly.

Blaise snickers lightly and Draco’s eyes snap to him in an instant-- venomous and daring. It’s the kind of cold look that anybody would dread getting from a Malfoy.

“Amused, Blaise?” Draco sneers, “We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.”

You miss the tiny metallic clanging noise from above your heads, and so do Blaise and Pansy from where they’d sending you questioning looks, as if you should know why your boyfriend’s suddenly acting like the four of you haven’t spent the past six years exchanging all your secrets and hanging out at any free moment you may have.

Draco knows who’s there. Your ex-boyfriend. His enemy. Harry Potter. He pisses Draco off even more with the way he always stares at you. It gives Draco an idea.

Draco’s gaze flickers down from the storage racks above your heads and back down at you when you finally lift your head from his shoulder. You reach for his hands that are on the table and pull them underneath innocently. You give his hand a squeeze and keep your fingers intertwined on his lap, watching as his shoulders relaxed slightly beside you.

The rest of the train journey is less tense. Draco doesn’t suggest anything else as solemnly as he had been, and you all talk about your summers. Well, you, Blaise, and Pansy do-- everybody knows Draco definitely did not spend his summer eating the finest food in France like he usually did.

As you’re listening to Blaise talk about his mother’s latest fiancé, you feel Draco’s hand snake from your hand and drift to your leg. It’s bare beneath your school skirt, the British September weather not yet cold enough for a pair of tights. You know he’s glad that you decided to get changed early. You shiver at his icy fingertips on your thigh, pursing your lips together when he gives it a rather rough squeeze.

He glides his hand up and down, leaving goosebumps in his wake as he tries to remain as casual as possible, keeping a hard look on his face whilst he stares at Blaise. You’re also trying to appear neutral, cursing your boyfriend for having such a thing for getting off in public. One day you were going to get caught, and that was the day you would also be disowned by your family.

He keeps you in suspense for the last hour of the train journey. At that point, the dark green panties that you’re wearing are absolutely soaked, sticking to your pussy and even dampening the top of your thighs. His hand hadn’t left your leg once, trailing close to where you desired him the most, where your clit throbbed and pulsated, and then back down closer to your knee to give you a breather.

Draco Malfoy was a fucking tease and he would be the death of you-- that was for sure.

Finally, when the train pulled up at the station, everybody starting to climb off of the compartment, but Draco remained sat where he was, also blocking you in from your window seat. As Blaise and Pansy grab their bags and start to head off, they look back at you both in confusion, wondering why you’re not leaving.

“You two go on,” Draco mutters, running his hand across his jaw. “Y/N and I have something we need to discuss.”

Pansy gives you a sly smirk and a wink before she grabs Blaise’s arm and practically drags him out of the compartment. Your heart is pounding as you watch Draco slide out of his seat once your friends have left the two of you by yourselves, watching as he moves closer to the carriage door, sliding it shut. He pulls the blinds down next.

“This might be the last time we get the chance to do this,” Draco smirks as he glances back at you. “Stand.”

You do as he says, watching as he grabs his wand out of his pocket and swishes it, all of the other blinds coming down to conceal you from the outside. Your clit is pulsating so hard and you nearly groan out loud as he starts to march closer to you, rubbing your thighs together for some relief.

Draco’s hand snaps out to grab your neck, fingers gliding down your soft skin before he digs his fingers in slightly, shallowing your breathing. You whimper as his other thumb drags itself down your lip.

“I know you’ve been desperate for this,” Draco mutters, releasing your neck and undoing his tie, flinging it down onto the table beside you both. “And you’ve been a good girl for me. Parkinson and Zabini didn’t suspect a thing, did they?”

“No,” you breathe in agreement, “they didn’t.”

“I think my good little slut deserves a reward for being so patient,” Draco mutters, tilting your head with his hand on your jaw, leaning down to press wet kisses to your neck, sucking hard below your ear and leaving a hickey behind as you grip his arms, eyes rolling into the back of your head.

“Draco...” You pull away from him slightly, finding his silver eyes darker than usual as he stares down at you. “Right here? What if someone comes looking-”

“Colloportus,” he mutters, locking the doors with his wand. “There. We’ll hear if someone tries coming in.”

“And if somebody hears us?”

“Muffliato.”

That’s enough for you. Especially when Draco’s looking as handsome as he does and when he has that grip on your waist. You know you’re in for a good quickie when he grabs you and whirls you around, forcing you down so that you’re bent over the table that they had just been sat at.

His hand drifts between your legs where your school skirt has ridden up, exposing your soaked panties. He tuts as he kicks your legs apart with his foot, gliding his lanky fingers up your leg and towards your ass where he lands a harsh smack. You whimper, your hand clasping over your mouth.

Draco reaches down and dives his hand between your legs, cupping your sex. He pushes your panties to the side and immediately comes into contact with your slick arousal. It coats his fingers and makes him smirk as he glides it between your folds and towards your clit where he rubs circles. When he notices how you’re muffling your moans with your hand, he lands a sharp slap to your clit that makes you jerk unexpectedly against him.

“If I see you trying to keep quiet one more time then I won’t touch you,” Draco swore, returning to rubbing your clit when you peeled your hand away from your lips. “Good girl. I want to hear those pretty sounds you make.”

You moan at a mixture of his words and the sensation rippling through your body, your arms stretching out in front of you and trying to grab hold of anything, but there was nothing for you to hold so you simply clawed at the table as Draco drops down onto his knees.

He whirls you around so that you’re facing him, his face level with your pussy as he yanks your skirt up. He glides your panties down your legs and then thrusts one finger inside your hole, making your breath hitch. You throw your head back, you hands clinging to his bleach blond hair. As another finger slides in, both pumping in and out at a dangerously slow pace, Draco leans his head dow and starts to lick at your clit, looking up at you whilst he did it.

You moan, bucking your hips. “Draco, please. Please, please. Fuck. Fuck!”

That’s right, Potter. He thinks. This is the closest you’ll ever get to seeing her like this. And it’s all because of me.

Draco hums against you and wraps his mouth around your entire clit, sucking hard and licking at the same time. It throbs and feels like it’s going to explode, porn-worthy whimpers leaving you as you throw your legs up onto his shoulders, sitting further along the table as he laps up your juices eagerly.

A third finger slides in and you groan at the stretching sensation as he fucks his fingers into you harder. Your hands move up to palm at your breasts, until Draco grabs your wrist. You huff at the loss of contact. He stands, licking his lip as he pulls his fingers out of you and holds them towards your lips.

“Suck,” Draco demands and knowing Potter is watching, envying him and wishing that he was the one that had you at his will, makes him smirk harder.

You respond eagerly, leaning forwards and taking his fingers into your mouth. You look up at him, eyes all wide and innocent that have Draco even harder in his trousers. He swears to Merlin that you’ll be the death of him as your tongue swirls around his digits, licking yourself off of him and cleaning him up.

“Good fucking slut,” he grows. “Now on your knees. Where you belong.”

You respond quickly, dropping down like he had commanded you to. Without hesitation, you reach for the button and zipper of his trousers, undoing them both. You reach into his underwear and pull his cock out, wetting your lips at the sight. He’s as hard as ever, precum oozing out of the top as he grabs the base of it, smacking your lips with it.

You half open your mouth, making a moaning sound as he smears it across your lips, leaving his precum behind. Your tongue darts out and you lick it up as he smacks your cheek with it. Your mouth opens wider, sticking your tongue out. Draco thrusts his hips slowly closer, his cock resting in your mouth as you take over, grabbing his shaft and jerking off anything that you couldn’t fit into your mouth.

You suck in your cheeks as you bob on his dick, pulling off all of the way to then lick at his tip. Draco’s hand grips your hair like it’s a lifeline, small curses leaving his lips as you take him all the way back in. His tip hits the back of your throat, making your eyes water, but you keep him there for a few second, hearing his breathing grow short at the feeling until you pull him off of you, his cock now covered in your saliva.

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Draco mutters, his fingers going beneath your chin and moving with you as you stand up. “And you’re all mine. Nobody else can have you.”

“Mhm,” you moan in agreement as he lays you across the table that you had been at before. “Don’t want anyone else.”

“Not even Potter?” He refers to the boy you’d dated briefly back in fourth year-- the same one that hadn’t been able to keep his eyes off of you since, even when you were wrapped under Draco’s arm two years later.

“No, you,” you agree, “Just you. Only you, Draco.”

Draco places runs his tip up and down your folds before he presses it at your entrance, slowly gliding in. You both groan at the sensation. You’d throw your head back if you weren’t already being fucked on the hard surface of the table. Your hands grip the sides beside you, but it doesn’t stop your body jerking as Draco fucks into you hard.

He’s being rough, clearly trying to prove a point as he watches your body wither beneath him from where he stands at the end of the table. He pushes your skirt back up when it falls down a little, and this time his thumb moves to your clit. Draco smirks when your back arches and you cry out.

“Draco!” You nearly sob as he slams into you, your soaking heat making sounds that echo across the compartment. “Draco, Draco. Fuck me just like that.”

Draco groans at your words, rubbing your clit harder and slamming in and out of you like it’s his mission. Your walls clench around his cock and have him tilting his head back, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he doesn’t stop his assault on your nub. Everything feels so good-- you can already feel your orgasm coming, thanks to the foreplay earlier as well.

“You’re so good for me,” Draco growls, glancing down and spitting on your pussy, even though you were already soaked. He rubs it in as he watches his cock drive in and out of your shaking form. “Such a good, pretty, little slut. But just for me.”

“Just--” You squeeze your eyes shut when Draco hits a certain spot inside you, making you scream out. “Just for you, Draco.”

“Do you hear that Potter?” Draco booms with a laugh, but you don’t process what he’s said at first. “Do you see her? The way she comes undone for me. How she would let me do anything for her?”

You realise what he’s saying after a few seconds and several more powerful thrusts. Your eyes widen, realising that Harry must be snooping around in the compartment-- that was why Draco had been so tense after the small blackout.

“Draco--”

Draco leans down and hisses against your ear, “Let’s put on a little show for him, shall we, princess?”

You cum. You scream out and throw your head back, the thought of Harry watching Draco fuck the life out of you guiltily filling you with adrenaline and power and even arousal. You claw at Draco’s blazer-covered back as you call out his name, walls clenching around his cock over and over.

Finally, seconds later, you feel his hips stutter and one last powerful thrust before his cum begins to fill you, hot and fast. Your eyes flutter at the sensation, breathy whimpers leaving your lips as he pulls out of you and yanks your skirt back down whilst you sit up.

“Petrificus Totalus!” He grabs his wand and shoots the spell at the storage shelves above you.

You gasp when you hear a thump. You bend down on your knees and pull up the invisibility cloak that Harry had, revealing the boy himself-- paralysed, of course. Draco grabs you and pulls you back, a smirk on his face.

“Didn’t your mother ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?” Draco spits, grabbing his bag with the hand that isn’t holding you wrist. “Oh, that’s right, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.”

Harry’s seemingly-lifeless eyes just stare back up at the two of you and you gasp when Draco drives his foot down onto Harry’s face, an audible cracking noise filling the compartment. Blood immediately dribbles down his face as Draco releases you to grab the cloak back off the ground.

“That’s for my father. And stop fucking staring at my girlfriend. I think it might be obvious to you who she prefers now.” He throws the cloak back over Harry, making him invisible again. “Enjoy your ride back to London.”

Draco grabs your hand again and his briefcase and leads you away again, fully satisfied that Potter had learnt his lesson.

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imagineredwood · 3 years

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“I’m just trying to keep the peace, querida.” Part 2

Summary: It’s a couple of days after the blowout and Miguel has some damage control to do.

Pairing: Miguel Galindo x female reader

Warnings: Angst, emotional hurt/comfort, co-parenting, making up after an argument

Word count: 2.5K

I’m so happy that y’all were feeling this one! I love when I have an idea and write it down before I forget it lmao You’re comments were also so kind and sweet I really appreciate them 🥺 I’m not sure how many parts more i’ll do, maybe two? Just not today lol I cranked this shit out today with motivation that came out of nowhere. Thank you as always for reading and let me know how y’all feel about this part. I wanted to try and make up for the pain in the first part 🥰

Part one

Things had been tense since your conversation with Miguel, to say the least. There wasn't much interaction seeing as Cristobal was with Emily this week. Miguel had been focused on work to take his mind off of the guilt he felt and you had simply tried to ignore your heartache with other things. It was going on day three now and neither of you had exchanged so much as a good morning. As of now, you were both home though, Emily due to drop off Cristobal for the week any minute now. It was awkward and tense, Miguel sitting in the living room, the seat next to him empty. Usually, you were sitting right beside him, eager to see Cristobal again and embrace him after a week without him.

Now you were upstairs.

He had checked on you ten minutes ago to see if you were going to join him and you had denied. 'Don't want to intrude' you had said. There had been both sadness and sarcasm in your voice when you had said it, and you hadn't given him the opportunity to respond, moving to the bathroom to shower instead. Now Miguel was sitting there waiting for his son, alone.

The doorknob turned and he stood as Emily entered, Cristobal in tow behind her. He ran at his father as fast as he could, new speed present in the now four-year-old. Miguel smiled and leaned down to pick up his son, hugging him to his chest tightly.

"Hi, mijo. I missed you."

Cristobal nodded and hugged his father back as Emily walked further into the home. She smiled softly at the sight, but Miguel could see her eyes scanning the living room. Your car was out front. She knew you were home. Miguel ignored her and put Cristobal down as he began to wiggle his legs, asking where you were. His question didn't help the tension of the situation but he was too young to notice, Emily's smile fading as he ran through the house and upstairs, calling your name excitedly as he did. Emily took a few more steps toward Miguel, looking around the house that she once used to call home. Her voice was facetiously casual as she inquired about you.

"Is she out?"

Miguel shook his head, keeping his face neutral. No matter what, you were still his fiancé and she was his ex. There was no reason for her to know your whereabouts.

"She's upstairs taking a bath."

Emily nodded, taking another step closer while Miguel stayed right where he was.

"And how did she take our agreement?"

Miguel bit his tongue and forced himself to hold back, jaw tight as he responded.

"She's doing whatever she can to make sure Cristobal is as happy as he can be. She always has."

Emily nodded, though Miguel could see she was repressing a scoff.

"As long as she makes sure she remembers she's only your girlfriend."

Miguel leaned his head back, shoulders squared, his energy halting both Emily's advancing steps as well as her attitude. His voice was controlled yet pointed when he responded, reminding her of the reality she did not like.

"She's my fiancé. We'll be married by the end of this year."

She nodded, suddenly not interested in small talk anymore.

"I just want what's best for our son."

Miguel nodded once more, hoping that she would read between the lines.

"Having everyone who loves him happy is what's best for him. Seeing everyone he loves be happy is too."

Emily opened her mouth to respond but was cut off by the sound of her son's voice ringing out from the top of the staircase.

"Found her!"

Both her and Miguel looked up to see you standing there as well, Cristobal next to you, his hand holding onto yours tightly. You slowly walked down the staircase with him, watching him to make sure he was careful, Miguel looking back at Emily. She was able to conclude that his look was her cue to leave and she retreated, but not before calling out to Cristobal.

"Come say by to mommy and give her a hug before she leaves."

Cristobal nodded and rushed down the remaining few steps, running up to his mother and hugging her tightly, saying goodbye before turning back to you. You offered him a smile as he came back to you and Miguel, wrapping one arm around each of your legs, squishing himself between both of you. Emily said nothing and then turned around, heading to the front door. Miguel faced you and reached out to grasp your elbow, his touch gentle and reassuring as he squeezed then followed behind her to lock up.

"Goodnight, Miguel."

He only nodded and forced a smile, locking up the door behind her, knowing the guards would handle it from there. Turning around, he faced the two of you once more, watching as Cristobal hugged you around the hips. You smiled sadly yet ran your hand lovingly over his dark hair, happy to have him back but still plagued by the restrictions that had been placed on you.

"I missed you, papa."

The child nodded and looked up with you with wide, warm eyes full of love, teeth on full display with his smile.

"I missed you too!"

Looking up, you found Miguel watching the two of you and you cleared your throat, looking away from him and back at the child.

"Are you hungry, baby? Do you want a snack?"

Miguel knew you were trying to get away from him and were using that as an excuse. With Cristobal nodding, Miguel interjected, stepping close to the two of you and then squatting down to his son's level. He smiled as he spoke, not wanting his son to know that anything was wrong.

"Why don't you go pick out something from the pantry and we'll be right in, ok?"

He didn't need to be told twice, the ball of energy running into the kitchen to find a snack. With him gone, Miguel stood back up straight, stepping closer to you. You stayed looking at his chest, the air tense. It was his fingers grasping your chin ever so gently that brought your gaze up to him. He watched you for a few moments, taking in the slight circles under your eyes, telltale signs that you hadn't been sleeping well either. He figured, considering you had been sleeping in another room since the argument. There were a plethora of things he wanted to say, none of which would make things better. So he did all he could think of to reassure you.

"I love you. You're important to both of us."

You nodded, knowing that was the truth, but you didn't respond, and that was what worried Miguel. Feeling the distress coming off of him, you sighed and nodded once more.

"I love you too."

He knew you meant it, but the words felt hollow. Like you were saying them because that was what was expected. Miguel sighed, his hand still holding your chin. He had hurt you, and he knew that, but he just needed to make sure Emily was satisfied until you got married. Once you were his wife, he already had plans in motion that would take effect. He just needed time.

Leaning forward, he pressed his lips to your forehead, closing his eyes as he let his mouth linger. He felt you settling into him some and he was thankful for it, releasing you so you could both join Cristobal in the kitchen for a snack.

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It was night now, Cristobal already fed, bathed, and put to bed. It had felt awkward, you no longer feeling comfortable simply doing what needed to be done for the child. You waited for Miguel's go-ahead with almost everything, and now something that used to feel so natural suddenly felt like a chore. You had stayed as normal around the child as you could, not wanting your adult issues to taint his happiness, but now that he was asleep and you were alone in one of the spare rooms, you could let down your façade. You heaved a sigh, pulling back the comforter on your bed before switching on the nightstand lamp. You shut the light on the overhead fanlight and then began undressing, taking off the clothing you had on for the evening and reaching for your PJs, no longer forcing a smile. There was a knock on the door just as you slipped on your top, your shorts still in your hands. The person on the other side didn't wait for you to answer and simply opened the door, cluing you into the fact that it was Miguel before you ever saw him.

He entered quietly and closed the door behind him, offering a tight smile as you looked back at him. When he didn't say anything, you simply continued to put on your shorts, your fiancé coming around to sit down on the edge of the bed. You stood there looking at him, not sure what to do or what he wanted. He reached out to you then, palm up and waiting for you to place yours into his. When you didn't, he put his arm back down.

"I'm sorry. For everything."

You nodded but didn't say anything else, Miguel standing once more. He walked closer to you, your eyes shifting to look at him as he got closer. He stopped when he was toe to toe with you, hands coming up to rest on your shoulders.

"I've decided that she can drop him off outside and I'll bring him in."

You looked at him blankly and he clarified.

"This is your house. You live here. This is your home. I'm not going to let her make you feel uncomfortable in your own home. I won't allow it."

His tone was concrete and you nodded, his hands rubbing your shoulders comfortingly.

"I'm sorry for how I went about it. I was stressed and worried, and I took it out on you. I wasn't gentle with you like I should've been. I apologize for that. I should've been more transparent. I promise I will be from now on."

"Ok."

Your voice wasn't harsh, nor was it happy. It simply sounded defeated, and Miguel tugged you into his chest. It took a few seconds but eventually, you returned the embrace, wrapping your arms around his middle.

"I'm trying to do this smart, mi vida. Legally, for the most part, at least. I already have an attorney working on...the future. We'll get most of the custody, but we just need to be patient. Ok?"

He pulled away and looked at you, reaching to run his thumb over your lips. You didn't look as dejected anymore, but he knew the hurt was still there, no matter how badly you tried to hide it.

"OK, Miguel."

He nodded, taking a deep breath, extending the offer.

"Do you want to sleep alone still, or can I join you?"

You contemplated it, missing the comfort and security of having him beside you, no matter how hurt you still felt. With a sigh, you spoke quietly.

"I guess I'll go back to the room."

Miguel shook his head, relief coursing through him. He had missed you, desperately.

"We can stay here. Doesn't matter where we sleep. I just want you."

His words didn't fix everything, but they did slightly soothe the ache of the week's events and turmoil. Reaching for the blanket, he pulled it back some more and motioned for you to climb in. Once you were laying, he covered you up, tucking you in before reaching for the lamp switch and shutting it off. He made his way around to the other side of the bed then, removing his own clothes until he was only in his boxers. He climbed in next to you and cuddled in closer, relishing in the feeling of you resting your head on his chest.

He knew you were still upset, that feeling of betrayal fresh and sore. He hadn't meant to make you feel that way, but intentions don't matter when you hurt the one you love. He didn't place Emily above you, nor did he ever want to, but if that was how you felt, then he was going to do everything he could to show you that that wasn't the case. Resting his cheek against your head, he looked up at the ceiling, voice soft.

"You'll always come before her, you know that right? I know I didn't act like it this week, but I do hope you know that."

You shrugged, not bothering to lie.

"It didn't feel like that. It felt like you were willing to take someone that I love away from me just to make her happy."

Miguel nodded, understanding why you felt that way. He hugged you tighter to him and left a kiss to the side of your head.

"I was just scared. I already wish I could have him with us every day, but I can't. The thought of her telling me she wasn't going to let us see him just..."

He trailed off, before picking back up.

"I could snap my fingers and have this whole thing go away. I know you must be wondering why I don't. I just want to do it the right way. She's still his mom, but so are you, she's just the one with the official title. It would hurt him not to see her anymore, just like it would hurt him not to see you. I just want him happy. Once we're married, our home will be the most stable place for him, I've already made sure that the judge sees that. We just have to let it play out, mi amor."

You could understand where he was coming from now, see that he had a plan, and was trying to ride it out before it landed in your lap. It didn't make the situation ok, but it did help to soothe the ache you felt.

"Wish you would've told me that earlier."

Miguel chuckled lightly, the tension between the two of you lifting more and more by the minute.

"Yeah, probably would've made things a hell of a lot smoother huh?"

For the first time in days, you laughed. It was quiet, but it was true, and Miguel was beyond thankful to hear it. A yawn broke free from him, and he finally closed his eyes, grateful that if nothing else at least he had smoothed things over with you as best as he could. He still had some work to do, but it was a start, and he would take what he could get.

"I cleared my schedule for tomorrow. You and Cristobal can pick out the entire day. Whatever you two want, we'll do it together. As a family."

The thought made your heart feel warm and you closed your own eyes, looking forward to tomorrow.

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