#Side note I'm not working tomorrow so I'll try to get some gifs out

[mistydeyes]

a sick day visit

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summary: You prided yourself on not getting sick. Even as a child, you bragged about your perfect attendance. However, the day has finally come and you’re in bed with a sore throat and swollen lymph nodes. Noting your absence, the 141 decides to pay you a visit.

pairing: 141 x pharmacist!Reader

if you want to read some other interactions with our lovely pharmacist -> pharmacist!reader tag

warnings: swearing, medical terminology/descriptions of illness

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Healthcare professionals never get sick. They just don't. That's why when you woke up with a sore throat, swollen and painful lymph nodes, and a headache, you silently cursed everything in the universe. The last few days you were more tired than usual but nothing out of the ordinary. You were supposed to report to the pharmacy at 07:00 hours but you knew you weren't going to make it there. You groggily grabbed your phone and made a few phone calls. Eventually, after an hour, you were able to get one of your civilian pharmacist colleagues to fill in for you. "Thanks, Dr. Stewart, I already notified security and the techs that you'll be coming in today," you hoarsely croaked out and hung up the phone.

Once everything was in order, you put a plain shirt and pants on and bundled yourself in a blanket. You knew that you should go visit the doctor to find out what was wrong. You brushed your teeth to have a semblance of normalcy but to put it politely, you looked like hell. Before you left, you made sure to find a medical mask, just in case whatever you had was contagious. You slipped on some shoes and exited your quarters to the medical wing.

As you walked, you ignored the bewildered looks of the soldiers as they passed. Some gave you a quick, "Good morning, Captain," and you weakly gave them a wave. Eventually, you could see Captain Price emerge from an adjoining hallway and he locked eyes with you. "Captain L/N, heard you were missing from the pharmacy today," he said and you moved to the side of the hallway to allow others to walk. "Hi John, just feeling under the weather, should be back tomorrow," you said softly. You could see the pity in his eyes as you used your elbow to cough. "Just let me know if you need anything, I'll personally have the 141 deliver anything," he said kindly and allowed you to continue to the doctor.

Despite being a pharmacist, you hated going to the doctor. Something about the sterility of the environment made you uneasy. "Ah Captain, funny seeing you here," the doctor commented as she entered. You smiled, she was one of your better friends in this department and you relaxed upon seeing her. "Definitely don't want to under these circumstances," you replied and she motioned for you to take off your mask so she could begin examining you. As soon as you opened your mouth, you could tell she knew what was wrong with you.

"What is it?" you asked and she dialed a number on the medical wing's phone. "Oh love, I think you have mononucleosis. I'm going to run some blood work and have a test done but it's pretty certain," she spoke and you were surprised. "Isn't that only spread through direct contact or saliva?" you asked. It was a silly question as mononucleosis was also known as the kissing disease but you wanted extra confirmation. "It can be or it can be spread by sharing utensils or drinks," she said and you internally facepalmed. You silently regretted going out for drinks with your techs and trying everyone's drinks. "It usually takes about 1-2 months to show symptoms," she continued, "there is no treatment, only rest, liquids, and paracetamol."

After two hours of waiting for your results with the phlebotomist, your doctor's suspicions were confirmed. "Sorry Captain," the phlebotomist said and sent you back to your room with a bottle of paracetamol and some Liquid IV. As you changed into pajamas, you made sure to notify your staff of your diagnosis and promised you'd be back at work as soon as your fever broke. Having nothing else to do, you settled back into bed and grabbed a book for the long days of recovery ahead.

You were almost finished with your book when you heard a knock on your door. "Coming," you called and put an Army sweatshirt on before opening it. At the door were four men who you immediately recognized as the 141. You almost laughed when you saw them all wearing matching balaclavas with a skeleton painted on them. Better safe than sorry, I guess. "What are you guys doing here?" you asked as you held the door partially open. "Heard our favorite pharmacist was sick so we brought you some things," Gaz smiled at you and you noticed a small bag of goodies in Soap's hands. "What you got anyways?" Soap asked as he handed you the bag. "Don't laugh but I have mono," you said and everyone took a step back. "I promise I'm not contagious but no kissing and sharing drinks for me for a little while," you joked and you could see everyone take a deep breath. You invited them inside your room to continue the conversation.

As they walked into your room they admired the decor. Unlike some other officers, the base was your permanent housing arrangement. You decided to make it as much of a home as possible. This included bringing in carpets for the cold tile floors, a bookshelf filled with pharmacy textbooks and novels in various languages, and other little trinkets. You even had a few pictures of your favorite people including your proud parents. You sat on the bed and the men cozied themselves on the carpet and your small loveseat. You allowed everyone a moment to settle as you could see them eye your decor. Everyone seemed to find something that peaked their interest. Simon studied your posters of famous art pieces, Gaz tried to figure out the locations of the postcards from your uni pharmacy friends, and Soap was intensely looking at the colorful pillows that adorned your bed. "Quite a setup you have here," Price commented as he thumbed through your Russian copy of Wuthering Heights. "Might as well make this place a home," you smiled and pulled a blanket around yourself.

"Do you know how you got it?" Ghost spoke up suddenly. "Well it might have been my fault but it was probably when I took my techs to a pub off-base," you sheepishly answered. "It was stupid but we all thought it would be a great idea to share drinks," you continued. "I thought it was the kissing disease," Gaz commented as you finished your story. You laughed lightly before responding. "That's one of the easiest ways to get it but anything with saliva contact spreads it," you began, "Plus there's no significant other I would have to worry about, Sergeant" Suspiciously, they all smiled and you couldn't understand why they were so invested in your love life.

"Anyways how have you been?" you asked and Price was the first one to speak up. "Back again for a while but we still miss your patient care in the pharmacy," he replied and everyone nodded their heads in response. "Your friend doesn't know what they're doin," Soap pitched in, "he just gives us our prescriptions without even a hello." Your smile faltered slightly, you were upset to hear this is how he treated your patients. "I'll be back soon, I promise," you responded. After a lull of silence, you yawned as today's events had tired you out. "You should open the bag," Ghost mentioned and you suddenly remembered the gift they put together.

You grabbed the small brown bag that sat next to you and poured its contents out on your duvet. Inside, they had put some snacks from the vending machine, bags of tea, and a crudely drawn picture of what looked like the members of the 141. "Oh thank you all," you gasped and went to pick up the drawing. "Why this though?" you asked and saw four figures carrying a comically sized pill bottle to what looked like you with a mask and blanket. "What I thought it was funny," Soap said defensively and you smiled. "I'll be sure to frame this one," you said before setting it back down. Despite being cold-hearted soldiers, they did some nice things sometimes. Eventually after some more light conversation, they could tell you needed some rest and saw themselves out. "Thanks again for stopping by," you called as they exited. "Anytime," Price said before he closed your room's door.

As they walked down the hall, you could hear their conversation through the thin wall. "You see that picture of them from uni?" you heard Gaz ask. "Ye the one next to the bookshelf, right?" Soap responded. "Didn't know that wearing a bathing suit with a pharmacy coat was part of the uniform," you heard Gaz say and your eyes shot to the aforementioned photo. You stood there, two other friends from pharmacy school, on the beaches of Cornwall only wearing a bathing suit and your white coat. Next time you invite someone over, you'll be sure to hide that photo.

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[cottagecheese1]

Oh oh, what a platonic request where steve rogers meets his orphaned shy five years old grand grands Grand- niece, reader

Can you say Hello?

Summary - Steve finally meets his grand niece you, but he didn't know you would be so little.

Warnings - Nothing, just fluff really and a little angst

Paring- Steve Rogers x child niece reader

Steve didn't have any more family. Well, not that he knew of, after he came out of the ice and as he continued living in the present day, he learned that all his family had passed on, and even most of the people he knew except Bucky.

So you can say he was pretty surprised when he got a call from an unknown number on his phone. Steve was contemplating picking up the unrecognized number, but what was the worst that could happen? That the person on the other line tries to get his credit card number? Yea, right.

Although he was pretty contempt with learning to live like that, he would still lay down in his bed at night and wonder what would have happened if he didn't take the serum and got to live his life so Steve could pass on with the rest of his family and friends.

Steve glanced at his screen one more time before hitting the green answer button. Holding the phone up to his ear, "Hello?" Steve waited patiently for someone on the other end to answer until a voice finally came up, "Hello? Is this Steve Rogers?".

Steve furrowed his eyebrows curiously, holding his phone tighter, becoming more engrossed in the conversation.

"Uh, yes, it is. Who is this?

He heard the voice on the other end give a relieved sigh.

"Thank God. I've been trying to get a hold of you forever. My name is Jessica Marfield. I am the owner of Mar's Orphanage"

That's weird. Steve wasn't looking to adopt any kids.

"Ma'am I think you're confused, I haven't called looking to adopt any kids."

Hearing a slight chuckle on the other side of the phone, he was also confused. Now he was just waiting for another response.

"No sir, we actually contacted you because we have a little girl who's about five that recently came in that seems to be your niece, and you’re the only known relative that's she has that's alive."

Steve paused, not for a second a long time. He couldn't believe it, but at the same time, Steve felt excitement and joy at the thought of a little girl that's related to him. Maybe he wasn't alone after all.

"Can I meet her? Well, I-I mean, could I schedule some time when I can meet her?"

"Oh yes, of course, Mr. Rogers, whatever time works for you. And of course, if you meet her and you would like to get guardian ship, we could go through that process also."

At this point, Steve was ecstatic. He quickly got up from his bed with a huge grin on his face. Holding the phone up to his ear again, he began to speak.

"Yes, um, how about tomorrow at 1:00?"

"Of course, Mr. Rogers, I'll put it right in my notes! She's a little shy, but I'm sure she will quickly warm up to you."

Steve quickly gave a quick 'thank you' and hung up the phone. He laid on his bed with the biggest grin on his face. After setting his alarm and finally getting ahold of his excitement, he was finally able to go to sleep.

---------------------Next day------------------------

When Steve woke up, he was probably the happiest he'd been in weeks, so when Steve went downstairs to get breakfast at the compound, everyone looked at him a little funny, considering he was unusually bubbly at this time in the morning.

Natasha eyed the blonde haired man suspiciously until she started speaking.

"Whats got you so happy, captain?"

Steve looked at her and tried not to smile, but the more he tried to suppress his grin, the wider his smile got.

"Well, I'm going to an orphanage and meeting my niece. And she's about five, so I guess I'm pretty excited. It's been a while since I had any family around, ya know?"

Natasha gave Steve a sympathetic smile and gave him a pat on the shoulder when she walked past him.

"Well, I'm happy for you, Steve. I think you'll both love each other"

Steve leaned against the counter, "I already do".

-----------------At the orphanage------------------

When Steve pulled into the Driveway and found a parked spot, he grabbed the white teddy bear from the backseat and took a deep breath. He looked up at the orphanage, and he was ready. But also very nervous.

Walking through the front doors confidentiality, he went up to the front desk and said he had an appointment to see you. The lady tapped on her keyboard and looked back up at him.

"Yea, you have a time scheduled to meet (y/n) at 1:00 correct?"

Steve didn't know her name, but he was pretty sure that was it, but even then, Steve knew she would have a beautiful name. The lady led Steve to a room filled with tons of little kids. Some of them were coloring, painting, playing dress up, and playing with a variation of different toys. It all just made him a little more excited at the wholesome sight.

"Wait, right here, Mr. Rogers, I'll have to get her quiet little self out of that corner she's always in."

Steves eyes followed the lady to the little girl who did look around five. He noticed she was coloring while sitting down in a princess chair, fidgeting with her fingers nervously as she glanced at me and back at the woman.

The little girl got up slowly and walked in front of the lady while she held her small shoulders softly. Once she made her way over to the door frame, where I was at, we all walked in the hallway. She stood silently, glancing at me once in a while.

"Can you say you say hello?"

She turned to the lady behind her once again and spoke.

"Is he my Daddy..."

I chuckled a little before the woman spoke up with a slight smile on her face.

"No, he isn't your daddy. I'm sorry, sweetheart, but he is your uncle. I'm sure you'll love him."

Steve gave a small frown at the sight, adverting her eyes down while she gave a soft 'oh' and played with her small fingers nervously. Steve knelt down to her level. He held out the white bear towards her while she stared at it.

"I got this for you. Do you like stuffies?"

He saw her give a small smile while nodding her head, looking up at him for reassurance that she was allowed to take the teddy bear.

"Go ahead, you can take it, angel, what's your name hun?

She took the white bear while giving a small thank you.

"y/n.." she said softly.

"That's a beautiful name, y/n, I'm Steve it's really nice to finally meet you"

The small girl giggled and hid her slightly red face with her hands. Steve couldn't help but pull her into a hug. He still couldn't believe how he actually still had family. Especially a little cutie like you.

Wrapping her little arms around, Steves neck and hugging as tight as she possibly could. Steve picked her up, rubbing circles on her back until he felt sniffles against his shoulder.

"Aw sweetie, why are you crying, baby?"

She looked up at him with puffy eyes and just gave him lots of "Tank you's." Steve cooed and wiped her puffy eyes. Until she spoke again.

"Cause you wan me"

Steve was positive his heart broke when she said that, moving her long hair out of her face, giving her a peck to her forehead.

"Aw, I love you so much, sweetie."

"Tank you, Stevie.."

The woman in front of me teared up but started to speak.

"Y/n, would you like to live with Stevie?" She quickly nodded her head but shortly rubbed her eyes tiredly while yawning.

The woman chuckled and walked over to me, "it's almost her nap time anyway, I'll go get the paperwork, and you guys stay here. Trust me, she'll out in a couple of minutes."

Steve laughed and gave a quick ok and felt the pressure of the small girls head on his shoulder, her face tucked into the crook of his neck. Well, I guess she would be out in a couple of minutes.

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Once Steve filled out the paperwork and got her stuff, some people came over to check if his living area and house were acceptable, he slowly picked the girl up and carried her to his bedroom where she would sleep until he could get her a bed.

When Steve laid her down softly and tucked the covers under her chin, laying the white teddy bear beside her, he bent down and gave her a quick peck on her forehead.

And at that moment, Steve knew everything at that point on would be ok.

A/n: This request was kinda cute, so I decided to finally finish something that was in my drafts.

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[staycalmandhugaclone]

Identity Pt 2

Part (2) of Identity, the next arc of Doc's Misadventures! If you're new, start at the beginning with Touch Starved!

Thought about holding onto this another night, but I could use some dopamine after some work bs that happened today (which is also why I only barely started catching up on all the comments and tags today before going quiet again... sorry - I'll try to respond to everyone tomorrow ❤️). It's only lightly proofread, and I'm apparently favoring shorter chapters currently. Also, I finished this from my phone, so sorry if formatting got weird

Warnings: Brotherly fighting, talk of hunting, nightmares with reference to gore/torture, heavy tension, profanity

WC: 2,379

“I knew you’d done something!” Sinker shouted, hand lashing out to roughly push Boost’s shoulder hard enough to nearly knock him from the couch. Boost was laughing too hard to defend himself, with Comet and I not far behind at the retelling of the Sergent’s unfortunate encounter with a slew of too curious gorgs. The thought of the stern man being relentlessly assaulted by the small, brightly colored amphibians, utterly oblivious to the pungent pheromone his brother had slathered on his armor as he trudged through the swamps of Naboo was a gift in itself.

“It… it was just a drop!” Boost barely managed to respond.

“Where’d you even get it?” Comet asked, voice strained as he tried to compose himself.

“It was… it was all over the markets – easiest way to hunt them.”

The lights were still too bright and the seats too soft, but the familiarity of this, of carefree laughter and unapologetic teasing was the perfect balm to an ache I’d nearly grown accustomed to. I sat lounging against Comet on a love seat caddy corner to where Boost and Sinker were seconds away from a one-sided brawl despite how near they were to the table holding their long forgotten, disassembled blasters. Wolffe had vanished elsewhere in the ship after relinquished the pilot’s chair to Warthog, decidedly ignoring the man’s grumbles about the apparently lacking capabilities of the civi transport, and Sinker had volunteered the explanation that the General was too well known to join us lest his presence attract the wrong attention.

“Hey, hey!” I cried out when Sinker’s foot bumped the table, darting forward to grab the corner before it could fall. “If you knock this down, I’m not helping you find all the pieces!” The attempt at a feigned reprimand was lost beneath the richness of my lingering glee. Boost sent his brother a toothy grin that only worsened the man’s scowl as he reluctantly returned his attention to his weapon.

“He doesn’t listen to me when I try to get him to get him to calm down.” Comet’s grumbled murmur drew a final chuckle from me as I pressed fondly against him. “It’s late. We should probably turn in.” He sighed after a few seconds of stillness, and I tried not to note the way my heart dropped.

“Yeah.” I relented, fighting the way my jaw threatened to tense at the thought of forcing myself to close my eyes, of the noises awaiting me in the coming silence. With a deep breath, I leaned away from the gentle man at my back, ignoring the brief moment of hesitation, the way I could feel his gaze linger on me as I got to my feet.

The ship was designed to allow each passenger their own room, but that privacy had thoughtlessly been forgone in favor of using those rooms for additional storage. The minimal space allotted for each hastily installed, wall mounted cot was a thing I’d long since become accustomed to with these men and spared no hesitation before taking the bunk below Sinker’s, but rest refused to grant me escape.

It was strange not having Crosshair’s arms around me, not hearing Wrecker’s snores or seeing the faint glow of Tech’s datapad. This squad would always have my love and trust, but the familiar sense of home no longer resonated in their presence, and after everything that had happened in the past months, I found myself desperate for that comfort long after noting the unmistakable cadence of sleep lengthening their breaths, and forced my eyes closed if only to feign joining them.

It's not real.

Crimson coated my hands.

It’s not real.

Blackened skin marked exactly where my pistol fire tore between the joints.

“This is your fault.”

Wet coughs sent waves of blood spilling down his chin.

Please tell me this isn’t real.

It didn’t matter how hard I pressed against the gaping wound in his chest.

“You did this.”

How tightly I bound the tourniquet.

“Traitor.”

How certain I was that this isn’t how it happened as the echo of dislocating fingers reverberated sickeningly around me.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

False memories of my fist slamming into my brother’s face orchestrated by endless apologies.

“I’m not your brother.”

The look of hatred in his eyes as my finger tightened around the trigger.

“Ple-”

My body jerked violently away from the hand settling lightly atop my arm, diaphragm seizing to drag air into lungs burning with suffocation as my head snapped around in search of the source of that touch. And I froze. There was such stillness in those mismatched eyes as he looked at me, a silent understanding that threatened to break what miserable grip I had on keeping the sobs at bay.

Without a word, he stood back, shoulders weighted beneath the same sorrow and regret I knew I’d never be free of, face carefully neutral as he started silently toward the cockpit. I glanced hesitantly over the familiar forms lying atop the cots across from me, relieved to find no signs that I’d woken them in my fit before forcing myself to take several deep breaths and pushing myself to my feet.

Wolffe didn’t look at me as I slipped into the copilot’s seat, knees automatically tucking to my chest. The controls were different, the colors of the panels and the shape of the viewport nothing like the GAR ship we once frequented, but that feeling, the unrushed quiet between us as our thoughts settled and we felt drawn to speak for the comfort of connection in the stead of some need to fill the silence with empty, frantic words… there was such gentleness in that feeling that I couldn’t help but let the tension begin to slip from my stiff form.

“What happened?” He didn’t turn from the dancing hues of blue illuminating the darkness of space as his voice hung softly in the filtered air.

“A lot.” I whispered, granting myself a moment longer to remember how to speak, how to condense the need to purge everything, every violent emotion and overwhelming memory into words and sentences. “My brother’s dead.” From the corner of my eyes, I saw the initial surge of grief hesitantly shift into confusion, brows pulling subtly together though he didn’t push me to explain.

“He enlisted… or was drafted, I don’t know how exactly, but…” I watched that grief return in an instant, jaw tensing as his eyes closed.

“Devaron.” I should have been surprised, should have found myself wondering over the simple fact that he was familiar enough with my past missions to reach that conclusion, but it was almost a relief to not have to explain further, replying only with a small nod.

“I’m sorry.” His voice quieted, lips just threatening to pull into a scowl as his mind worked over what he’d just learned.

“I tried to save him… but I didn’t realize who he was until it was too late. He…” My throat tightened, and I had to let out a slow breath before I could continue. “He blamed me… When he saw me in that armor…” I found myself shaking my head as I shifted to rest my chin atop my knees. “He hated me, Wolffe…” That barely murmured sentence lingered far too long after tumbling from my lips, and I felt it grow heavier with each second of silence that followed.

“You want me to tell you it wasn’t your fault?” There could have been a harsh bluntness to those words. They could have been filled with boredom or impatience or pity, but they weren’t. He asked only because he thought I needed to hear the question, to hear how doubtless he was in his own conviction that I might remember how to breathe before my guilt destroyed me.

“No.” I answered quietly. Still, logic offered little comfort in the face of raw emotion. “But that doesn’t exactly make me feel better.”

“Your brother died.” He stated simply, and my chest bucked at hearing that horrible truth spoken by another. “You’re not going to feel better. Not for a long time.” I knew how clearly the sorrow shone through my eyes as I finally turned to look at him, and I hated him for the honesty in his words just as much as I loved him for offering no false hope or empty platitudes.

“And your last mission? Can’t say I believe Hunter’s excuse of your ship needing repairs.”

“Clearly.” I retorted, glancing pointedly at the ship around us, but the intensity of his gaze didn’t waver, unphased by my feigned jab, and I had to turn away, teeth catching at my lip.

“One of my men got caught.” My voice sank into a quiet whisper, as though it might keep me from hearing my own words as I forced myself to answer him. “He was trapped. I don’t even think the guy who was did it was even a Separatists… pretty sure he was just a merc.” My tongue dragged haltingly over suddenly dry lips, heart racing at the memory of that fight; and the screams still echoing over the low hum of the engines.

“He wouldn’t free him… wouldn’t tell me how to get him out… not until I made him tell me.” Jaw taut beneath the effort to keep my breath steady, I turned back to him. “You want to tell me that wasn’t my fault, either? That I had no choice other than to torture him? That I couldn’t have found a way to cut the power or bribe him or hold off until help arrived?” It infuriated me how perfectly still Wolffe remained, expression locked in that passive stare.

“Do you think I give a damn that you tortured some money-hungry civi to save a brother? You think I’d do any less to save you? That any of us would do any less?”

“Do you think granting me permission makes me feel less like a monster?” I shot back, unable to chase the hint of a snarl from my face.

“This is war, kid.” He replied, a gentle apology woven through the softly spoken words. I felt the urge to snap at him threatening to wrench my lips into a scowl, felt my heart balk at the simplicity of his statement and how crudely that simplicity contrasted with the horrors it represented, but I allowed no reprieve in vying for some way to deny myself the forgiveness implied in that putrid truth, no release of my fury and guilt and hatred by arguing purely for the sake of flinging shouted insults absent thought beyond the base need to lash out.

I could feel him watching me as I forced myself back under some façade of control, but something seemed to shift, a heaviness that held the same tension I’d noted in him the day prior, and I found myself quieting my breath as I waited for him to speak.

“And the thing with the toothpick… how long’s that been going on?” It took barely a second to realize what he meant, what he knew, and my entire body froze, eyes widening as the air caught in my chest, mind racing too quickly for me to grasp onto a single thought long enough to make sense of the waves of dread and guilt and confusion.

“Closet doors don’t hide thermo-signatures.” He explained, voice carefully void of emotion, and my heart dropped. The damn closet. Cody must have already planned to speak to Wolffe immediately after his meeting with me to confirm the mission status… Of course, he would have been nearby…

“I… I don’t think that’s any of your business, Wolffe.” I said quietly, trying to force some measure of indifference into my voice.

“Is that so?” There was a darkness in those short words as he shifted just enough to catch my gaze from the corner of that pale cybernetic.

“No.” I stated more firmly, back straightening as I turned fully toward him. “It hasn’t been for a while… not since you let them take off this squad.” His brows drew together above eyes failing to hide the beginnings of anger.

“Is that what you think happened?” He asked, shoulders pulling back slightly.

“Isn’t it?” This wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have with him. These thoughts and fears and insecurities were never meant to be given breath, yet I couldn’t seem to stop them lest the conversation return to something far more dangerous.

“Did you ever tell them ‘no’?” The instant I saw the flash of remorse dart through him, I felt something break in me as I realized I was right. “Did you even try to fight for me?” I barely whispered as a fresh surge of devastation flooded my veins with ice. He didn’t need to speak for his answer to scream between us, and I couldn’t begin to hide the betrayal and raw hurt left in its wake.

“You didn’t… You just let them…” Some vain hope for denial forbade me from finishing the thoughts, silently pleading for him to prove me wrong, but he offered no whisper of reassurance.

“You were all I had, Wolffe…” I could hear how the words clawed up my throat amidst tears I refused to let fall. “I was… I was so… so scared, and you just let them take me away?” He refused to turn from me as the reality I thought I knew shattered. I wanted to ask “why,” wanted to shout and rage and sob, but that time had long since passed. Drawing a sharp, unsteady breath into my lungs, I finally turned from him, gaze trailing blindly across the control panel.

“No… What I do now… who I spend my time with… it’s none of your business.” It felt as though I were talking more to myself than to him, and the new silence that fell between us held none of that gentle familiarity that had seen me through some the worst moments of my life. For the first time, I couldn’t bring myself to stay, every cell demanding I flee from his presence. With another deep breath, I pushed myself to my feet, unable to even glance at him as I began walking away.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

Tattoos and other stuff. (Arber Xhekaj)

Discovering your tattoos had better consequences than he thought. Note: This is p*rn with little plot. Tattooed!Reader. Warning: +18. Arber. Fingering. Penetrative s*x (p in v). Oral s*x (both receiving)<.

"I didn't know you had tattoos" You heard behind you.

You turned around in your chair and looked at Arber sitting with his legs spread and his back against the wall. He had been in silence for ten minutes, waiting for you to fix some stuff for him.

"Surprise?" You giggled. "Which one did you see?"

"That corner down there. Your ankle"

You smiled and lifted your trouser. "Slaf loves this one"

The lines crept up your shin and calf drawing shapes that guided his eyes higher.

"Slaf?"

"Mhm" You turned around and kept working on your computer. "He saw it some weeks ago"

Why did Arber feel jealous? You were just the media girl, he had no say over you. Not that he should. But there was literally nothing tying you.

You picked a piece of liquorice gummy.

"Do you have more?" He asked while playing with the edge of his shorts and eying his own.

"Yeah. A couple." You shrugged it off.

Arber found himself obsessed with the idea. He wanted to see them. He wanted to see more. He needed to. He was constantly trying to get a peek at the ink in your leg. He needed to know why Juraj was so fascinated.

.

.

.

"Here" A huge hand presented itself right in front of your face.

You looked up and smiled sweetly before taking it. "Thanks, Arber" You said as you climbed out of the cab.

"No problem"

"Guys! Hurry up" A very excited and vibrating Cole called for you.

"Cutest kid out there" You giggled and walked in his direction.

Arber rolled his eyes and wondered if Cole had seen them too. You seem a bit closer to him. He was actually the one that had begged you to go out with them. The other kids and I are going out and you have to come too.

Your trousers were long and wide-legged and you were wearing a turtle-neck crop top. Your arms and most of your body were covered by your black clothes. But there was that part of your belly that the fabric couldn't hide. Is that another one?

"Hey. Wake up" Juraj slammed his shoulder to his when he walked pass.

You danced and laughed with the boys for hours. You were truly having fun but your feet were staying to get tired of the heeled boots.

"Never ever wear heels, Sheriff" you said sitting on the stool next to him.

He peeked another tattoo on your wrist and smiled to himself.

"Not on my plans. Plus... Do they make heels for big guys?"

"I hope not." You giggled.

"I'd look fabulous"

"Never said the opposite" You teased back.

He laughed and moved so he was standing closer to you. "What do you drink? It's on me"

"Some soda, please" You answered with a sweet smile. You weren't going to deny a drink from a pretty boy.

He smiled. "Keeping it easy tonight?"

"I always do"

He leaned forward the bar and asked for the drinks before turning to you.

"How's work?"

Like that, you started a long conversation that made you both forget about time. It was so easy to talk to him, to joke, to tease,... You weren't sure why you hadn't done it before.

"Hey" Juraj appeared out of nowhere and hugged your shoulders. "We should go back home and end the night in there. Jordan said they are closing soon"

Arber felt again that jealousy tickle on his belly, but his smile distracted you.

"That's great." You said. "I just hope you guys are paying my Uber later. I live on the other fucking side of the city"

"You can crash there." Arber said. "I'll drop you tomorrow"

You smiled with a funny feeling in your belly.

"Perfect then"

Back at theirs, everyone flopped in the sofas. You had lost half of the group, some saying they were tired, others just sneaking hand in hand with their partners.

But there you were, barefoot and getting yourself another soda. "I'm gonna be so bloated in the morning." You said patting your belly.

Arber laughed. "Better bloated than hangover"

"Wise words"

He was so fucking gone for you. He couldn't stop looking at you. He had even found himself fighting Kaiden for the place next to you. Kaiden didn't mind, he didn't thought mcuh of it and was pretty happy to have the armchair for him and his girlfriend.

"I can't even pronounce that word" Juraj complained while trying to read the Trivia card.

You chuckled at his frustrated state. Cole was nice enough to help him.

You turned your face to look at Arber and found he was closer than before. His arm was over the back of the sofa and you were basically tucked on his side.

"Hi" He whispered.

"Hi"

"All good?"

"Would you be nice enough to lend me some comfy clothes? This jeans are fabulous but I'm tired."

Arber chuckled and nodded. "Hey guys, we'll be back in a second. I'm gonna give her a pijama"

You both walked down the corridor unaware of everyone's looks. You missed the wiggle of Juraj eyebrows and everyone else trying to not laugh.

"Okay. Um... A shirt... And now... Maybe shorts?"

You leaned against the back and watched him search around the drawers. His back muscles looked tight under the cotton t-shirt and wow... You'd kill to run your nails down there.

"YN"

"Mhm" You snapped back and your cheeks warmed.

"These?"

"Yeah. They are fine. Thank you very much"

Arber nodded and passed you the clothes. It was quick, but your fingers brushed and you felt a wave of electricity run over you. Arber swallowed the thick lump on his throat and tried to not think about you on his clothes.

You walked to the bed and he walked out, but just as he turned to close the door, you were taking the tight top off. He gasped. Arber loudly gasped when he saw your inked figure only covered by that pink bralette and black trousers.

You turned around with the top pressed to your chest.

Arber was frozen. You said you had a couple more tattoos, not your whole skin covered by them. Your arms had different tattoos over them. Then he could see something on your belly and those he had seen in your back. You were beautiful. The most beautiful woman he had seen.

"Arber..."

"I-I..." He started saying without even thinking of the words. "Wow."

It was genuine and you smiled. He nervously laughed and you chuckled.

"They are amazing. You look beautiful, YN" He confessed.

His fingers were white due to the pressure he was putting on the knob.

"Thank you" You softly said. "Do you want to see them?"

Arber nodded and walked back in. From outside, Kaiden laughed when he saw his friend going back into the room.

The sound of the door closing sent chills down your spine and encouraged you to left the top aside. Arber swallowed when he saw your pink lace claded chest.

"I thought you said you had a couple" He smirked when he was right before you and towering over you.

"Well..."

"Has Juraj seen these too?"

You bit your lip and devilishly smile. "Are you jealous, Xhekaj?" If he only knew how unfounded his little tantrum was.

He rolled his eyes. "Not really. At the end you are here with me, aren't you?"

Fuck... He had no business being that hot.

"Sure I am"

He lifted his hand and his fingers met the tattoo on your shoulder. The black ink draw shapes in your skin, a flower.

"It's a magnolia"

His fingers kept traveling down your arm, more plants, a butterfly, words... He was truly fascinated. You felt like floating. He was stanstanding so close and he was so tall and strong. It made you dizzy and you couldn't ignore anymore the throb between your legs. You wanted nothing more than this. Whatever it was. He had you on the palm of his hand.

His eyes swifted to your chest, there were no tattoos in there yet. It didn't mean they didn't look fabulous in the pink lingerie. But he didn't want to be disrespectful and he skipped to your left arm. This time, his warm hand grabbed you by the elbow and he moved your arm to get a look in your inner bicep. "A mermaid" He said with a smile.

"Do you like it?" You muttered.

"It's beautiful" He smiled and looked at your eyes.

There was something in them that got his attention. Desire. You wanted him. You were looking at him with desire in your eyes. Your lips were half open and wet. Arber's trousers already felt too tight. It's going to happen. But he wanted to play. He needed to hear you beg at least once.

His big hands delicately moved over your arms as he closely observed your tattoos. "You are really pretty, YN"

You smiled and took another step closer. "Am I?"

Arber nodded. His eyes yer moving between yours and your lips.

"You can do it. I won't complain"

He chuckled and cupped your cheeks. Arber took a moment to run his thumb over your skin, which made you shiver and step forward. With a smile, he leaned and kissed your lips.

His mouth was sweet like his drink and warm and he moved his lips slow. You already loved it and needed more. So much more. So you hooked your fingers on his jeans and pulled him flush against you. Obviously, the height gap was there, but who really cared? He was quick grabbing your ass, a handful of it that made you moan on his mouth and wrap your arms around his neck. Your fingers found the dark strands of hair and gently pulled them. On your tip toes, your balance wasn't the best, but one hand on the back of your neck and another under the curve of your ass were enough to keep you in place.

But he pulled back and licked his lips. "Fuck Arber. You must be the hottest guy out there" You groaned.

He chuckled.

"I'm flattered" He brushed your wet lips with his thumb.

"You'd be hotter in your knees, tho"

He rolled his eyes and stole another kiss. He knew you had a pretty loose tongue. He had seen you chirping his friends like no one else. But this? It made him painfully hard.

"Is that what you want?" He wouldn't let you win so easily. "Beg for it" He said grabbing your chin with his fingers.

You surprised him. He thought you would be... More bratty? He didn't even know.

"Please" You said with a smile.

He laughed and kissed your lips. "A bit more?"

"Could you pretty please get on your knees for me?"

He dropped to the floor making you laugh. Then he realized that more than beg you had simply asked nicely. He was putty in your hands and that was a fact. But he couldn't care less. He would do anything you asked him for.

"Cute" You whispered.

He shook his head in disbelief and reached to open the button in your trousers. He wasn't ready for the matching lace panties that you were wearing. They barely hid anything but hugged your hips so perfectly. Plus... The fucking tattoos reached everywhere.

"Fuck..."

"Did you lock the door?"

"They know better than to come and bother."

You bit your lip and clenched your thighs at the thought. Anyone could walk in. You knew the guys and they were just a bunch of idiots. But also the way Arber spoke... They wouldn't dare to come. Arber had that smirk of his on his lips and it was driving you insane.

"Wanna see something else?" You teased.

"Whatever you have to show me"

So you took your bra off and Arber gasped. "Those too?" Little metallic piercings adorned your nipples and made them look perky. "Fuck, you want to kill me"

You giggled and leaned forwards slightly to grab his hands. He swallowed and observed how you guided his movements. You were already trembling. Your nipples were really sensitive against his palms and his hands were big enough to grab the whole breast. Arber followed your lead and touched you just how you were asking him to do. You never let go of his hands, though.

"Is that how you like it?" He asked with his eyes on yours. You nodded and closed your eyes. "You are perfect."

He pulled you even closer and planet his lips on your belly. Slow and wet kisses, moved up to your chest and he sucked one of your nipples between his lips.

You moaned so sweetly and felt your panties dampening. "Oh Fuck"

Arber took his sweet time savouring your skin. He tasted the moth tattoo in your belly, the rose on your hip, the hydrangea in your upper thigh, the finch in above your knee, then back up to the ivy in your inner thigh, the love written in your other thigh, the little fish in you inner wrist and the song lyrics in your rib cage. You forgot about anything else, closed your eyes and focused on his lips. You focused on how they felt as he sucked marks on your breasts and his tongue played with the metal buds in your nipples. You were barely conscious of him taking your pantie off until he attached his mouth to your centre.

You had to cover your mouth to not moan loudly. Arber was looking at you and he would never forget the face you made. Fuck. He got really invested in it, he wanted you to feel good. If he could, he would ruin everyone else. He wanted you only for him. He couldn't let you go after this.

But to be honest, it was uncomfortable. He was a big guy and the posture was awkward. So he didn't even thought twice. He turned you around and you yelped. Then a big hand pressed on your lower back and you bent forward.

"Oh wow..." It was quite a picture to remember. Even more when you leaned and laid face down on the edge. "Fuck baby... You will end me"

You bit your lip and wiggled your ass and he looked at your ass cheeks and smiled. "Well, your wish is my command"

You felt his teeth sinking and you smiled while whimper left your lips. Bite me was written in bold capital letters.

"I fucking love this" He whispered against your skin before grabbing both ass cheeks.

"P-please..." You were already desperate to feel his wet mouth again.

Arber dive in again and it was even better than before. His mouth was everywhere. You were desperately grabbing into the sheets and biting down your hand to not be loud. But it was impossible. You were a whimpering mess as his tongue played with you and his lips sucked on those sensitive spots. He was eating you out like a starved man and his hands kept you in place, pressed against his hard and letting you know you wouldn't be done until he wanted to.

At some point, he leaned back for air and decided that he wanted it for longer. One of his fingers ran over your entrance.

"Arber... Please... Do something..." You weakly whispered. The pleasure had you shaky and you could barely move. You needed to come. It was coiling in your belly and you felt like you would explode.

two of his fingers quickly entered you and you whimpered against your hand. As he moved them slowly, Arber leaned forward and kissed your head. "You make the prettiest sounds, baby" He pressed another kiss on your cheek and then nibbled your earlobe.

His fingers were thick and stretching you so nicely. "T-he other w-ay" You choked out.

Arber obeyed and moved his finger in the opposite way.

You gasped for air and pushed your ass back against his hand. He bit his lip. He had you basically against his thighs, naked and shaky, not being able to form a single word. His fingers were moving exactly in the way you liked them the most, pressing against your sweet spot and making the pleasure grow faster than ever. "A-arbie..."

He kissed the curve of your back where a tattoo of a bird looked up at him. "Tell me, baby"

"I...I... Your mouth"

"You want my mouth again?"

"Y-yes... Please..."

With another bite in the Bite me tattoo, Arber pulled his fingers out and you took a deep breath. "Such a good girl"

You looked back at him, who had a smug smirk on his lips. "The best" And then you threaded your fingers on his black hair and pulled him closer to your centre. A low laugh grumbled on his chest as he grabbed your ass cheeks again and resumed his work.

"Fuck, you are so good at this" You told him.

Arber started thinking about how he maybe had a little praise kink because those words drove him crazy.

It was a matter of time before you came undone. Your sweet sounds were muffled by the sheets and your and, but your breath was loud filling the room. Arber lapped at you until you let go of his hair and tried to pull away.

His initial plan of eating you out until he got tired of it would need to wait because his need to be inside you was actually bigger now.

When he pulled back, you whined. You didn't even know why. You just did. Probably it was because of the relief you felt.

"You are so sweet, baby" He said and kissed your shoulder.

Arber picked your chin and kissed your lips, letting you taste yourself. The kiss was slow and deep. His tongue was roaming around your mouth.

When he pulled back, he let you sit in the bed before grabbing you and throwing you to the centre of it. "Fuck, that was hot" You chuckled out of breath.

Arber looked down at you as he undressed. He knew well what it was doing to you. On your post-orgasm haze, your eyes looked hungry for more. Your finger was drawing patterns in your belly as you concentrated on his moves.

"You are so... ugh" You groaned and leaned back on the bed. "You have to look like that and be that goo with your mouth and...AH!"

With a smooth move and a smile, Arber flipped you so you were now on your belly. "But I want to see you..." You pouted looking back. "Shit"

Perfect. That's how he looked.

"I also like your tattoo, by the way"

He smiled and climbed over you, one big hand tracing a path up your side and to the back of your head. He kissed you deeply once more and laid his weight on you. You huffed a bit.

Arber blindly reached into the drawer and pulled a condom out of it. He outted it on and caressed your cheek.

"Ready?"

"I have for the last half an hour"

He laughed and kissed your shoulder. Then, he positioned himself between your legs and...

"A pillow" You remembered. Clumsily, you put a pillow under your hips and wiggled your ass. He couldn't contain himself and spanked it.

You gasped and heat crept to your cheeks.

"You like it..." He teased.

"Shut up"

He spanked you again and you groaned.

"Are you going to fuck me or should I call Slaf?"

It was quick, he slid in you with no resistance and you choked on your breath. He closed his eyes for long seconds, needing a minute to get used to the feeling of your walls around him.

"Don't have anything to say now?"

"F-fuck you"

He couldn't stop kissing your face. He was fucking you deep and hard, strong thrusts of his hips made the whole bed move, but his hands were gentle and sweet with you and his lips kept you grounded with a soft kiss. Until at some point, your sounds were getting dangerously loud and he had to cover your mouth with one big hand..

It was hot. Probably the hottest thing you had done. And you took notes to ask him to put those hands around your neck instead the next time. When your friends weren't outside and probably heard the bed slamming against the wall.

But who really cared? Not you. You hadn't even realized that there was now music sounding outside because they had been more clever to muffle the sounds even before they could hear them.

You could only think of Arber, of his weight and strength as he pushed deep in you and the sounds he made.

"You feel so good... fuck..." He panted in your ear. "You are too good for me... shit... I think I'm going crazy..."

You moaned against his hand and closed your eyes. Did you want to cry? You did. It was so intense and the prior orgasm was still present. You knew you wouldn't last and Arber knew it too. He had already learnt your sounds. He had them all memorized.

And when you did, your fist clenched hard around the pillow and your other hand on his hip when you grabbed back into him. He hissed when he felt the sharp pain of your nails digging into his skin.

"Shh... Want them all to hear you?"

You came down your high with breathy moans but Arber kept moving against you until he felt his own orgasm building. "I'm going to..."

"Let me" You whimpered.

Arber pulled out and watched you get on your fours. You were tired but you wanted to make the last effort. He felt proud of himself when he saw how you were shaking. Then you took him in your mouth and he was gone. You didn't need much to have him coming. A delicate hand kept you in place but free enough to move back if you needed to.

"Shit..." He groaned when you pulled back with teary eyes and your lips wet with saliva.

You were both kneeling now in front of each other out of breath and what felt like the best sex in your life.

You cleaned your mouth with your hand and smiled at him.

"Fuck..."

Arber cupped your face and kissed you deeply. You grabbed him and crawled close. You gave yourself the pleasure to caress his body. The slow make-out session was enough for you to relax. When you pulled back, Arber smiled.

"That was..."

You giggled and nodded. "Yes"

"Not a one-time thing, right? I will hate you if you disappear now" HE said still cupping your face.

"I'd be crazy if I do that" You said with your hands on his waist.

"I like you" He confessed in the softest tone. It felt great to say it.

You bit your lip and your heart went mad. "Take me out" You said.

"Now?"

"No, not now, idiot"

He laughed and kissed you again.

"Saturday?"

"That's perfect" You pecked his lips and pushed his sweaty hair back. "Can we shower?"

He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and pushed his chest. And yes, you had another round in the shower before sleeping like two babies.

In the morning, you kissed his shoulder and cheek before getting the clothes he was supposed to give you last night. Outside, you found Slaf sleeping on the sofa.

You moved around the kitchen and looked for the things you needed to start with breakfast. Until you heard heavy steps behind you.

"Morning"

"Morning, Juraj"

"It's nice to see you standing this morning, YN"

You showed him a finger and he laughed.

"Dickhead"

"I told you he would like those them. What did I say? They will drive him nuts"

You laughed and nodded. "You were right, kiddo"

"Not a kid, YN"

"Yeah, whatever"

Arber found you two laughing in the kitchen but he didn't feel that jealousy anymore.

"Hey"

You turned to look at him and smiled to yourself when you saw him only wearing sweats.

"Good morning"

"Indeed" He said and walked to you before side hug you and kissing your head. "Smells good"

"Yeah. Juraj, wake Jordan up and tell him breakfast is ready"

"Mum and Dad need alone time, understood"

Arber and you laughed but as soon as he was out, Arber cupped your cheeks and gave you a sweet good morning kiss.

"What were you laughing at?"

You bit your lip and winked at him. "A secret of ours"

You wouldn't tell Arber that when he had been dying of jealousy, Juraj had been encouraging you to talk more to him and had convinced you that Arber actually liked you.

#arber xhekaj #ax #smut #fic #nhl

[punkeccentricenigma]

Hello, I saw your requests are open. So I decided to send something.

Could you write a few headcanons for the rise boys with a reader that’s from another country. And could you leave it open from where? And reader has a different native language, English would be their second language. It would be kinda funny if the turtles (or one of them) doesn’t realize reader is a foreigner at first.

I‘m not from the USA and would love to see something with a foreign reader.

Thank you and have a nice rest of your day. :3

Rise!Boys with Reader from different country

Relationship status: platonic/romantic

Reader prounouns: They/Them

TW: Some grammatical errors because english is not my first language.

Author's note: I apologize for the long wait for this order; a lot has happened in my life. Not only did many of my childhood idols turn out to be bad people, but also my mom told me to leave home after we argued, and I poured out all my grievances to her. So, well, soon I probably won't have a place to live because my savings are too small to even rent a room. Plus, my mom took away all my painkillers, and the migraines haven't disappeared, so I'm in pain all the time.

But on the bright side, with the help of my friend, I managed to create a CV, and tomorrow I'm going to submit it to a company where I can work :D Unfortunately, I'll have to wait over a month for the tests, but it will be the first step in overcoming my fear of people.

But anyway, thank you anon, have a nice day/night too!! :D

Leonardo

◇Do I really have to state the obvious as if it weren't clear? Leo is a goof; not a single thought crossed his mind that you might be even more different than him.

◇Even if April dropped subtle hints about your nationality, it just didn't register. Comics with Jupiter Jim are too captivating for him to bother with trivial facts.

◇It only hit him when your phone rang during a shared skateboarding session. When you answered and started speaking in your language, the guy literally had a Pikachu's surprised face.

◇After that, brace yourself for a million questions from the curious turtle. You'll be happy to answer.

◇Leonardo has a knack for learning languages, even if it's just basic words.

◇Thanks to Sr Hueso in his life, he's picking up Spanish. So, what's stopping him from learning your language too?

◇Btw, praise him every time he says something right; he needs that.

◇He'll also be eager to learn about cultural differences between you two. You might not seem very different, but a deeper look might reveal significant distinctions.

◇Ohohoho! National costumes? He'd gladly try them on.

◇But expect him to tease you by intentionally mispronouncing a few words or judging you based on stereotypes about people from your country.

◇If it makes you cry or get angry, he'll make sure never to do it again.

◇He likes food from your country but more as an occasional thing. If he could, he'd probably just eat pizza all the time.

Raphael

◇Raph, despite not being as dumb as Leo, suspected from the start that something was up with you that you hadn't mentioned.

◇But it never occurred to him to ask.

◇He ultimately found out from his father. Indirect, but still.

Raphael sighed throatily, rummaging through his kitchen cabinets. Your ears lightly twitched at each muffled or not-so-muffled clatter of things in those cabinets.

"What are you looking for?" Their voice carried both curiosity and a hint of irritation as she added more pepperoni slices to the light pizza dough. The turtle sighed again, this time softer, closing another cabinet to look at Their.

"I can't find any cups or glasses anywhere," his gaze expressed annoyance. "Probably those idiots kept taking new dishes instead of washing theirs, and now they're hoarding a mountain of dirty ones like hamsters."

"You complain about them, but guess whose kitchen I found a bunch of dirty plates breeding a new species in?" Their laughter started to grate on his head, but despite his efforts, a smile appeared on his rough lips.

"That's different; I, um... I'm the oldest, I'm allowed!"

"Ohohoho! [Y.N], my dear!" Splinter entered the red kitchen excitedly, appearing right behind the teenager using his ninja skills. "Are you making your delicious [Most popular dish in your country] again? My mouth waters at the mere thought!"

"Er, what?" Raph had a slightly puzzled expression, hearing about such a dish for the first time. What is that even?

"Oh, unfortunately no, just regular pizza," [Y.N] replied with an apologetic look, placing the last slice of meat. "But don't worry, maybe I'll bring that tomorrow, sounds good?"

"Oh, yes, definitely!"

◇Shortly after that incident, he asked about that dish.

"Oh? That's one of the dishes from my country."

"From your country? I didn't think America had such food to offer."

"Raph, I'm not from America."

"... What?"

◇Less surprised than Leo, but still.

◇Since then, you've been explaining everything about yourself and your country to him.

◇The biggest fan of dishes from your country, especially the way you make them.

◇Raph has a simple mind, so it will take a long time before he grasps the basics of your language, but he remembers many words that he tries to use at the nearest opportunity.

◇He loves it when he says a word correctly, and you pat him on the head as a reward.

◇As for clothing... sorry, but he's too big for that.

◇BUT, you'll make him bracelets in the colors of the flag if he insists.

◇There won't be jokes about your origin; Raph is too respectful turtle for that.

Donatello

◇He's not dumb (usually), and I think he'll be the first to ask if there's anything you haven't told him.

◇Of course, what is life without a bit of fun? You denied it.

◇Thanks to that, it was a game of cat and mouse for two weeks.

◇Eventually, Donnie hacked into one of your social media accounts where you clearly stated which country you're from. If not, he just had to check the login history in different countries.

◇Of course, he got a smack on the back of the head.

(And it's very possible his brothers put him in isolation overnight, you know, that place when Splinter had a fever? Who knows.)

◇You think he won't quickly learn the basics of your language? Dude, he taught a squirrels sign language, what can't he do?

◇Thanks to that, you can talk about various topics that shouldn't be brought up around his family in your native language.

◇And as a fun fact, wanting to surprise him, you asked Shelldon to teach you binary code. The guy was amazed, and Leo wanted to perform exorcisms on you.

◇Maybe he's not as intrigued by your culture, but he wouldn't want to offend you, so if you start talking about it, he won't stop you.

◇On the other hand, he really appreciates national costumes, maybe even doing that scene with you like they were hypnotized? You won't have to ask him for long.

◇Not a big fan of your national dishes, maybe because of the consistency? Or the unusual taste?

◇He'll likely tease you about your origin, but they'll be harmless jokes.

Michelangelo

◇Silly kid. Just a silly kid.

◇Nah, kidding, it just never crossed his mind that his friend is from a different country.

◇And you found it amusing to some extent.

◇Eventually, you told him about it when he got fascinated by a painting from your country.

◇Surprised Pikachu face ver.2

◇Probably the most excited about learning your culture, even if he doesn't understand it and it differs significantly from what's prevalent in America.

◇If your country has an unusual drawing style, he'll beg you to try it together. How can you refuse such an angel? (Not really an angel, especially when Dr. Rude comes into play)

◇He'll be the first to want to try on national costumes, both male and female.

◇He'll also want to, this time by himself, cook some dishes from your country.

◇He burned the kitchen.

◇A total failure when it comes to learning languages, so either you give up on teaching him, or you'll need a lot of patience.

◇Relatively supportive turtle, but he won't be as mindful of your origin afterward; it'll be like it used to be with the extra toppings.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise donnie x reader #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt x y/n #rottmnt x you #rise leo x reader #rise mikey x reader #rise raph x reader #rottmnt x reader

[elsfairy]

Maybe something about Sevika kinda just trying to get you to calm down or help you while you're stressing out over a really important work event or some sort of important test.

Totally not because I have a really important test tmrw that I'm stressing tf out over-

she's patient with you. you're always stressing over something important to you. if she can sense this, which she can always tell when you're stressing or overworking yourself, she's stepping in. She knows that you need everything ready for a certain day, at a certain time but she can't stand to see you lose your sleep or worsen your mental over. so she's there, taking away whatever you're working on with ease & putting it to the side, not to stop you from working, but to just let you have a break. She didn't like you feeling low over it. "Shh, just 5 minutes okay? you've been overworking yourself for the past 3 hours, I've been able to make dinner, clean the kitchen up, and somehow managed to take a shower within that time. you need to take a minute and breath, okay baby?"

when you're stressed, you become more emotional, and then you're crying. she didn't like that. she didn't like seeing you so low, and stumped because of how much work you had to do. how much it was affecting you. so simply, she would gently place your head in the crook of her neck, to give you that moment. the moment of something so stress-free and enjoyable. keeping her close to you. "You're doing great Sweetheart, just slow down a little, for me okay? don't like when you worry. you're gonna be just fine. you've done so much work, I believe in you. the paper will be right there when we're done"

Sevika will help with whatever you need. if you need someone to read through your notes, she's doing it. If you need her to write stuff down that you list off, that you need, then she's already grabbing the pen from your overly cramped one and doing it for you. she'll leave you curled up on her lap, rubbing your back with her mechanical hand, while her other is writing everything you're talking about. "see? don't have to stress angel, you just need to give yourself a break once in a while. don't like when you cry, my pretty girl shouldn't cry. I'll do whatever to help you feel less stressed, you know that right?"

"I know.. thank you Vika.."

"Always Sweet, now let's just do this then you need to sleep. You've been working for like 6 hours, you need rest to ace this tomorrow. i say ace it because you're smart, and i know you got this."

she's literally awake most of the night just to make sure you don't pick up that paper again, she needs you to rest :( but knowing you, you're already knocked out on her lap before she can even get to the bedroom so it puts her at ease knowing you'll get a good rest.

as an extra, she's making you pancakes in the morning with a note;

Look, I know you're probably stressing already but don't. you're going to be fine, you've worked so hard, you've done everything so please go easy on yourself. don't stress my girl out, she deserves a break. I love you, Sweetheart ♡ 

a/n: you're going to do amazing on your test! make sure to stay hydrated, give yourself breaks in between, and remember, you're amazing.

#anon #sevika imagine #sevika x you #arcane sevika #sevika #sevika x reader #sevika arcane #sevika drabble

[munnaitorei]

Hey, can I get Chuuya x Reader? The reader is female and has some girl thing, u know (period). I started my period, and I think it's the worse period I have ever had this time because my college and organization are stressing me out :(

I need to rest sometime, y'know?!

pairing: Chuuya x Reader

genre: comfort, fluff

cw/tw: none (period cramp maybe)

summary: you have some problems that also collide with your period cramps, making you lose motivation to do.

Note: I hope you feel better soon, and thank you for requesting the first anonymous. I also experienced the same thing. So let me write that so that you can feel better :)

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The period just started, and today was day three of your killing. You admitted that day two and three was the worst pain, according to people. So now, you were lying without no motivation today. Your college was killing you, with homework and exams you had to finish. Not only that, but your organization was calling you to do this and do that.

"Fuck you, period!" you cursed. "Why do I, as a female, suffer this and male don't!"

Moody, as always, since the period was like a drug controlling your entire body. Yet, you still dare to chat with your organization friend about your work. But after that, you lie down again, but this time in the bean bag that Chuuya bought for both of you to relax.

"Baby, I'm home," a man called your pet name. "Where are you, hon?"

As Chuuya walked into the place, he found you lying on the stuff with your pouted face. Well, he wasn't stupid; you also told him that you have some period. A few days ago, you were busy finding your favorite shabby sheets. This confused him because as much as Koyo taught him, he never knew this.

"What was that for?"

"Uhm, sorry for putting the shabby sheet on your bed," you scratch your head nervously. "But it's for preventing me from making a mess in your bed."

"Mess?"

"You know," you shyly said. "B-Blood."

After that, Chuuya understood what you were struggling with right now. He also understood that you didn't like to use tampons, but you enjoyed using pads. And another thing, last night he caught your sleeping at 3 AM, overthinking about your college.

"Babe, c'mon," he said, brushing your shoulder to give you a sign. "You need to rest. You can think and do about it tomorrow. For now, let's get you to sleep, yeah?."

And, of course, you complied with his request, which ended today. Chuuya let you sleep until 11 AM because he knew you needed a good nap. The good thing was that you don't have a class today too.

"Hey," he walked to your side. "Did you take a good sleep?"

"Maybe."

Then you tried to get up from the bean bag as you groaned.

"Do you need help?"

"No, Chuuya," you pushed him away. "I can do it by myself."

Chuuya didn't push you further and instead observed you from afar. He saw that you looked like a sloth, very different from your usual self. The moment he saw you try to work again was when he lectured at you like a mom.

"Y/N, can you please stop for one day?" he said. "You can just think about your college and organization, but you also need to think about your body."

"Chuuya, can you just please not be a mom for once?!"

"What the hell are you shouting at me?!" Chuuya snapped. "I was only trying to help you!"

You feel guilty, and so you hide your face from him. "I-I'm so sorry, everything is so hard for me."

"Y/N, take a rest for once," Chuuya said. "I'll take you everywhere. Just say the word: the park, the museum, the library, whatever. I just want to spend time with you so you won't be burned out with your college thingy.

And then, you broke down by crying at his words for you. Last month, you remember that you had this period colliding with some stuff too. However, you felt so overwhelmed, but no one was there to support you. You know that your people were busy doing their stuff instead listening to your problem.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Chuuya quickly rushed to your side as he held your body. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have snapped at you!"

"No, no, no," you said as you cried. "I just remembered last year."

"What about it?"

"Last year, I had nobody to care for me," you said as you wiped your tears away. "I was in no good condition, yet I had to fight my way even though I need someone to lean on.

So you tried to explain to him what was happening with your life. Your college, your friend, your organization, your life, and also your pain has collided at the same. And that results in you having a mental breakdown right now telling that you don't deserve this beautiful life too.

"Baby..." he hugged you tightly.

"I was the one who should say I'm sorry for snapping at you because of my mood swing."

"Hmm, you don't need to apologize," Chuuya said as he put his head on his head. "I know what's going on. Anyway baby, I know what we should do to make you feel motivated."

"You do?"

"Yeah, let's have our time together," Chuuya said as he saw you smile a bit. "Eat ice cream together as we cuddle and watch a funny movie that will cher you up, alright baby?"

You nodded happily as he kissed your cheeks.

NOTE AGAIN: I hope you like it, and I am also not in a good situation right now. But let's fight this pain together; you are not alone :)

Anyways, I really wish I had a boyfriend like Chuuya :')

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[onlyonetifosi]

I don't want to

-> Word Count: 1810

->Author note: I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes <3

I'm so excited to meet Lando's family! His niece is adorable and I can't wait to play with her. Lando is such a great guy, and I know his family will be just as wonderful.

His sisters Cisca and Flo are going to be there aswell as Oliver, his older brother and his wife and daughter Savannah and Mila. I can't wait to meet them all. Lando speeks wonderfull things about everyone.

-Baby, you have the lego's for Mila?- I ask my boyfriend while leaving our house to get in his luxurious papaya mclaren to go to his family's house in Bristol.

-Baby, of course I do. You know how much I love my niece.- he responds kissing me on the forehead as we get in the car and start our drive to his family's home. We make small talk about work and our plans for the future as we drive, and before I know it, we're pulling up in front of a beautiful house.

Lando opens my door for me and helps me out of the car, then we walk hand in hand up to the front door. Lando's mom greets us at the door with a big hug and a warm smile.

-Hello, you must be Lila. Lando has told us so much about you. Come in, come in.- she says as she steps aside to let us in. We step into a beautiful home with a warm and welcoming feeling. Lando's mom leads us into the living room where we're met by his brother, sisters and his dad.

Everyone is so friendly and I feel right at home. We spend the day playing games, chatting and getting to know each other better. It's been such a great day and I'm so glad I got to meet Lando's wonderful family.

It was almost lunch time and I was with Savannah feeding Mila some fruits and playing with her new lego's, wich she loved.

While we were doing so, Lando, Adam, his dad, and Oliver were chatting looking at us.

-I see why you love her, you are made for eachother, she's so sweet and caring and she's going to be a fantastic mumone day- His dad said. Lando smiled and nodded getting up from the couch and walking over to us. He bends down to pick us up and kisses me on the cheek before laying Mila on her playmat. -Hey babygirl- he says while kissing her head, she gurgled at him and he began talking baby talk with her. I couldn't help but laugh watching them together, it was so cute! We were all sitting there chatting when Lando's phone began beeping. He was looking at his phone mouthing sorry to me as he put it to his ear.

-What?? No? No you can't be serious! Okay... okay... I'll be right there! -He ended the call and stood up running his hands through his hair, obviously stressed out. His family must have seen the concern on my face because they all jumped up asking him what was wrong. -It was Zak asking me to go to the factory tomorrow- he explains and I feel very sad for not being able to spend all week at his house like we were planning. His family start to leave the living room and he turns back to me. -I'm so sorry that I have to work on our first week together.- He looks really sad and I can't bare seeing him like this. He walks off in the direction of his room not looking back. -Wait!- I call out after him but he just keeps walking up the stairs and I listen him closing the door loudly.

-Lan, open the door, it's okay baby, I'm not mad or anything, it's your job and I accept that- I try to convince him to open his door beacouse he locked it.

I hear him move around a little but he doesn't open the door. I can't take it anymore and I go lie down on my bed. I look at the time and it's 11:00 PM, he still isn't back are anything. I'm really worried about him so I decide to go see if he's doing okay. -Lan baby, please open the door- I beg him to come out and open the door but there's no response from his side.

-Lan, please baby, they're really sorry, they say that the statistic of his last sim practices didn't went good and they couldn't do much more than make you repeat them- I try to explain to him why he had to work today so maybe that can calm him down a little bit. But there's still no response from his side.

-Baby, please, let me in- I beg again but now tears run out of my eyes beacouse this is just getting too much for me. The only sound that comes from his side is him crying quietly which makes me cry even more. Suddenly the door unlocks and opens slowly revealing a very sad looking Lando whose eyes are red from crying and he has some wet marks on his cheeks where tears have dried up already. He looks up at me with red puffy eyes as he tries not to cry again when we stare at each other for what seems like forever before someone steps into view behind him making him plop onto the floor right after stepping out of his room causing an extremely loud sound!

I immediately jump back scared of what might happen next because something tells me that this isn't going to end good. The house get into a tense atmosphere including even Mila who can see something is wrong.

Lando looks up at me from the floor with a hurt expression as he silently cries while trying to keep himself together, I want to go and hug him and tell him everything is going to be alright but I don't want to make the situation any worse than it already is. He starts to pack his things to goback to Woking on the morning but i decide to make moves beacuse i can see how this is affecting him so i call his bosses.

I borrow his phone to have their numbers and i call them.

-Hello, Zak Brown talking, who am i talkin to?

-Hello Mr. Brown, Im Lila McMillan,Lando's girlfriend- I explain to him

-Oh, yes i remembre you Lila, what can I help you with?

-Lando is devastated because having to work more, beacuse his exhausted mentally and physically of last week and we are in bristol in his childhoom home with all his family, I call to ask if it's extremely necesary or if it can be done next week as it was scheduled ? Please Mr. Brown, we really don't want him to leave and I'm pretty sure he is not able to fly, I hope this is a clear message.

-Yes it's clear Lila, take care of him very well- see you in Woking.

I go back to the table where Lando's sitting with his family, they are all talking while eating breakfast so i sit next to Lando and I grab his hand under the table but he pulls away slightly. -Lila! What have you been doing?- i take my phone out of my back pocket and show him our texts.

-I just talked to Zak Brown to let you rest in peace and enyoying your holidays alone with no worries.- I explain to him with a smile in my face.

-Lila, you can't do that- he panicks

-Late, I already did.

-I'm gonna kill you if i get fired.

-Lando, everything will be fine. The can't get a new driver mid-season. -He starts to calm down a bit but still he looks concerned.

-Lila, you know we have a reserve driver and not for nothing- he says while looking me in the eyes with so much kindness that i feel my heart pounding fast in my chest, it's so close to mine that i can hear its beat.

-you are an idiot do you knew that?- I say with all my heart in my words. He looks at me for a few seconds and looks like he's going to say something but then his little sister comes over and sits on his lap after saying hello to me. He pushes her away quickly, walking off towards the lake so she throws some of her breakfast at him and we all laugh when we see Lando getting mad at her.

You quieten down slowly as you finish eating and help his mother clear the table up but she asks you to go see if his father in his studio because he wants to talk to you about something important. You leave the table quickly, thinking that it has something to do with Lando but when you get there you find yourself more confused than ever because his father shows you some old family albums and explains to you how this place is gonna be your home from now on and how they already consider you part of the Norris family.

You start tearing up and you wrap your arms around his neck. You were about to thank him when Lando finally walks into the room and he looks very happy. He asks his father if they can have a word in private and after an intense staredown between father and son, they finally walk out of the room. You're left there alone in the studio but with more questions than answers. Lando comes back to the studio a few hours later and he gives you a small smile before grabbing your hand and leading you towards the forest, saying that he wants to show you something important. When you arrive where lando was leading you, you see a small cabin and once you both entered you see a fantastic room with petal roses in the bed and wine.

-We are going to spend tonight here and cuddle all day- he explains while hugging me from behind. -This is our own paradise and nobody knows about it, not even my father- he adds.

We spend the night in front of the fireplace drinking wine and eating strawberries. Lando was really happy and you spend the evening talking about future plans and playing games to see who knew each other more .

-You are the first person who knows about this place- he confesses.

The next day we spend in Lando's cabin, we make love all day and we don't leave the bed. -I want to stay here forever with you, I don't ever want to leave your side- he says after making love.

You feel exactly the same and you can't imagine your life without him anymore.

I hope you like this! send me whatever you want to my asks.

I would love to know somethin about you!!

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[doodlekoo]

I'm sorry? - jjk

summary: You and Jungkook have been best friends for a while... you think he doesn't like you back and well Jungkook is just a nervous wreck.

pairing: jungkook x f!reader

rating: PG

genre/warning: best friends to lovers, FLUFFF, kissing, swearing, some anxiety symptoms

word count: 1.6k

note: hi! this is my first ever one-shot/ff ahhhh!! I'm always having scenarios in my head so I thought I'd just go ahead and write one out for once! pls be nice and enjoy some cliche fluffy stuff :)

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“Noo stop because did you see the look on his face!” You exclaim over the phone.

“It was absolutely priceless” Jungkook admitted. “I'm in so much shit tomorrow though!, ___ you're going to have to guide me through it!’ 

“I'm sure it will be fine. Just buy him another pair of headphones. he'll forgive you.” You try to reassure jungkook. 

“Oh, ___ if only it were that easy.. I’m sure yoongi got the most expensive pair out there” Jungkook painfully chuckles.

It's a rainy night in Seoul, you and Jungkook are thinking back to the day he accidentally spilt his coffee all over Yoongi's expensive music equipment. Listening to his voice in situations like this was incredibly comforting. After a long day of working till you were barebones, just hearing Jungkook blather on warmed up your heart in such a soothing way.

You absolutely fell in love with Jungkook around a year ago, and you weren't reluctant to admit it. You eventually caved into his adorable nonsense after years of friendly teasing. Despite the fact that you had already established this, it hurt to think about your feelings. You can't help but have a big fear of losing him because of this. What if he doesn't view you in that way? If he thinks you're too unattractive? Your smile suddenly starts to fade, and the call gets awkwarder.

“Hey ___?” Jungkook breaks the silence.

“Mhm yes? Sorry I zoned out for a bit” you awkwardly giggle.

“I know it's late and you want to catch up on whatever series you were planning to watch.. but I thought maybe you could come round mine? We could watch that Akira film. I know you've never watched it and you can leave as soon as possible if you want to. No dilly dallying.” Jungkook rambles so quickly that you almost miss half of what he actually said.

“Of course kook. I don't mind at all. That sounds quite nice actually” You chuckle even louder at his foolishness.

“Great! So I'll see you in a bit?” Jungkook let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, I'll be there in ten!” you felt so conscious that jungkook could sense yourself beaming with joy on your side. Any time where you are close and cuddly with him your heart did somersaults. It wasn't good for you at all. But you just knew you couldn't help but crave his touch. 

After the call ended you stood up from your couch frantically searching for the missing umbrella. 

“Where are you, you little shit!” With each passing second, your impatience increased. Still grinning so widely.

Hurrying out the front door in the pouring rain you made your way over to Jungkook's as soon as possible.

On Jungkook's part however, everything was a lot more on edge. Twiddling with his thumbs, sweating excessively, Jungkook's heart felt like it was about to pump out of his chest. So stupid. He thought.  What is wrong with you?! You idiot! Why didn't you offer a ride?! Jungkooks mind was going round in circles and he felt so dizzy. Is my bed comfy enough? I haven't left anything out so she may trip over?? No! I need a towel for when she arrives! She must've got soaked. Ahhhhh! 

“God, I'm so hot I need a drink..” Slowly rising from the dining chair, Jungkook drank some water to drown his worries.

A startling flurry of knocks on Jungkook's apartment door began ten minutes later. Once more, his heart rate accelerated dramatically. Oh, how you drove him insane.

“___!” In a tight hug, he engulfed you. As you struggled to breathe, you made a few little noises that caused Jungkook to realise that he was nearly suffocating you.

“Nice to great- see you!” You chuckle at his odd behaviour. Is he okay??

“OH! You're so wet, hold on! I got towels! Let me get them!” Although this is somewhat typical for Jungkook, I'd say he was acting rather abnormally.

You enter Jungkook's moody but warm home after he abruptly fled to the bathroom. Almost like a museum, Jungkook's home was filled with random items and mementos from the many places he had travelled. You laugh aloud when you recognize particular items that are tied with memorable events.

“Here.. I'm so sorry I should have offered a ride..” Jungkook confessed apologetically.

“Oh no no it's okay your apartment isn't that far. Plus I don't mind the rain.” Although the silence wasn't deafening, it was nonetheless awkward. It was unusual for you two to feel embarrassed in each other's company given how long you and Jungkook had been friends. It seemed as though you had both acknowledged something all of sudden.

You were led to Jungkook's bed. As amusing as that might have seemed, this scenario was in no way sexual. In reality, it resembles the awkward first date of two teens.

Jungkook clasped his hands together and then abruptly lifted his finger as if he remembered something while his preferred movie was showing on the television opposite his bed.

“Snacks! We need snacks!” Because Jungkook was so cute, you couldn't help but fall more and more in love with him every day.

“Do you want me to help?” You made the offer to ease his nerves. This evening, he appeared to be quite anxious. But you didn't think much about it.

“It's okay, just stay here and get comfortable. I’ll be quick.” He paused for a split second before fleeing out into the distance once again.

Yet again, you sat quietly. Up till a faint whine and a patter patter was heard. It was Jungkook's Doberman, Bam. Your eyes lit up.

“Hello there! Aww you're so cute!” Soon after bopping his nose and giving Bam some much-deserved pats, Jungkook came back carrying all of your favourites.

“So Bam found you huh? I swear to god he loves you more than me.. My feelings are hurt” Jungkook frowns. You can't help but feel a little proud. You love all of his dogs so it's reassuring to know they like you back.

Jungkook made his way to the bed, sitting beside you. Exhaling, he started to lay out all the snacks in front of you both. You shuffle yourself closer to him to receive his warmth. Smiling like an idiot, Jungkook stays stiff as a board. 

“Shall we begin?” you say as you reach for the remote to press play.

This felt wonderful. With Jungkook by your side, he found himself sinking into your side throughout the first 15 minutes of the movie. The sound of 80s anime is playing while rain is still pattering on the window. You could get used to this. You turn to your side, Bam is curled up in his dog bed, snoring slightly. You then turn your attention to Jungkook. He was paying close attention to the film. Not even a blink. You exhaled a sigh and reached into the bowl of popcorn wedged between your legs for more. Although it wasn't popcorn, what you felt was soft. When you look down, Jungkook's hand is slyly stealing your portion of popcorn. When he saw, he immediately withdrew his hand.

“Oh my god, I'm so sorry that was yours! I'm sorry!” Jungkook abruptly begins to apologise ferociously. You didn't understand why he behaved in such a dramatic way. You started to experience some self-anxiety because you know yourself. You were misguided in thinking that Jungkook only sees you as a friend because of your worry that he felt the need to pull away so quickly after your hands touched.

“It's okay don't worry” you gave him a slight smile. Did he really just see you as a friend?

For the following ten minutes, Jungkook becomes quite restless. He kept shifting positions on the bed and moving the snacks around. Was the impact on him truly that serious? Why does he seem so surprised? Suddenly you jumped at Jungkook's unexpected outburst, which came out of nowhere,

“___!” He spoke out loud. Your eyes grew wider. something has possessed him. For the umpteenth time today, he swiftly averted his head away from you while still feeling humiliated.

“Yes?” you laugh. 

“I'm sorry i didn't mean to startle you i just- well nevermind im sorry..” What is it with Jungkook and him apologising today? 

Jungkook begins to breathe heavily. As he becomes progressively more agitated, you watch. Okay, I'm certain that he has something on his mind.

“Hey is everything okay? You seem on edge today.” you ask concerned.

“I- yes I just, I think I need to say something..” Wondering why you tell him to go on. Jungkook's breathing suddenly becomes very strained.

“I like you! I always have I just recently you've been doing things to me and it's gotten too much I just- I'm sorry... I can't keep it in anymore. I want us to be more ___” You gape openly as you stare at him. You are overwhelmed with happiness to the point where you could run around in circles outside in the rain. But Jungkook responds to your silence in a very different way, scrunching himself up and covering his face.

“Oh no i'm sorry! just please forget everything i said.. I should've never confessed.” You lightly chuckle.

“You're such an idiot” You cup his cheeks while removing his hands from his face. As you get closer to him while maintaining eye contact with his lips, you give him a gentle, passionate kiss.

Jungkook appears to be a bright red tomato while simultaneously looking at you with relief. He quickly reclines back into his pillows and lets out a big sigh.

“God you're so adorable.” You say as you watch the rest of the film with huge grins on both of your faces, you sink into him with his arms wrapped around you.

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[mamamittens]

Well, I'll try and get some more out today but not going to lie, it's not looking good lmao, currently 5 am cause I just... Didn't go to bed earlier. I'm sure it has nothing to do with sleeping 16 hours...

Nah! (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

I'm going to be at my Bros tomorrow for Christmas so minimal work is expected to be done since I mostly just have fics now and writing those on my phone just makes subpar work. So if I haven't done yours by tomorrow, I promise it's getting done soon!

If I don't see y'all today?? Tonight??? Well, I hope y'all have a wonderful holiday!

Side note, swept/mopped and even cleaned my bathroom drain (You should check yours if it's draining slow but fair warning, it's going to be hella gross)! So today was really productive for me! Err... Yesterday! Yesterday was really productive lol!

#mittens update #december event 2023

[yjano]

Never The Same.

Part 3.

Pairings: Jake x Mc.

Warnings: Swearing, violence, angst, smut, other pairings;), traumatic experiences.

Words: 5.7k

Author's note: Honestly, this story is going to be a big piece of work and a lot of angst. It's not connected to the game at all. Because I always want to try something new and newer. Read it only if you're into angst stories, please. Guys I already started writing chapter 4...But I might get a little busy from tomorrow so excuse me if I'll update later. Thank you.♡

Ding.

I smiled to myself as I heard the familiar ding of my phone indicating I got a message. I immediately knew who it was. After that night in the bar Lex and I had been texting a lot and I already considered her a close friend. We just matched well and I couldn't help but feel happy to have gained another friend besides Lilly.

Deciding to text Lex back later I silenced my phone and put it in my bag. I was currently on my way to the visitor's room of the prison once again. After I worked out some of the details of Jake's case I couldn't help but feel the need to discuss them with him. Of course last time I visited the prison. Jake had made it very clear that he did not like me and that he would do anything to complicate the case even more, which is why today I had a plan.

Last night I had spent the entire evening coming up with a strategy to get Jake to corporate at least a little. I had even texted Lex and asked her what she would do but she didn't turn out to be any help.

With a confident look on my face, I was waiting for the doors of elevator to open. I knew it would work this time, even though my client was one of the biggest criminals in the country. I was Jake's only hope, he didn't even have another choice than to help me.

As the familiar ding of the elevator sounded I quickly got out through the doors and didn't wait for the guard to follow me. I knew the way to the visitor's room myself. Within a minute I stood in front of the door which would lead me to the prisoner, except when I opened the door Jake wasn't sitting on the chair he was sitting in the last time I visited him.

With a questioning look on my face, I turned around to look for the guard who was supposed to bring me here to ask him where Jake was but before I could the door on the other side of the room opened with a loud bang. The first one to come through the door was a large and muscly guard. The man had big muscly arms and short red hair, overall he seemed perfect to work in a place like this.

When the muscly guard moved out of the door frame I immediately locked eyes with the person I was waiting for. Jake had once again a smirk plastered across his face and a challenging look in his eyes. A challenge I was keen on winning.

Jake might have won our last battle, but I was determined to win the war. His tattoos were still proudly displayed on his arms and hands but the black bruise around his left eye was new. I sighed softly, I could only hope Jake hadn't done something which could complicate his case even more.

Behind the prisoner, another guard came into view. He had a stern look on his face and even though he was way smaller than Jake he sure looked like someone who could kick some serious ass. Once all three of them entered the room both guards immediately went to stand next to Jake and placed him on the same metal chair he sat in the last time he got a visit from me.

As Jake was seated down, both guards immediately got ready to handcuff the prisoner to his chair but stopped when I interrupted them.

"You don't have to handcuff him to the chair you know, he's not an animal and I'm pretty sure he won't hurt me," I said with confidence in my voice. Both guards looked at me as if I had grown two heads, and I slowly started to doubt my plan. Was I doing the right thing?

To my relief, the guards walked away from Jake and while the big muscly man took a seat next to the door which would lead back inside the prison, the other went through that exact door and left but not before saying.

"I swear to god Dalton, if you even think about hurting her we won't hesitate to kill you." In return, Jake's smirk only grew wider.

"So, you're back, you have no brains do you?" Jake asked while he sat back on his metal chair. Both his hands and feet were still handcuffed together, but it somewhat made me happy that he wasn't handcuffed to the chair anymore. Even though Jake was anything but nice to me it didn't feel right to treat him like an animal, after all, he was still a human.

"Maybe I don't, but that's not what I am here for," I said trying to sound as confident as possible, but still with a hint of uncertainty lacing my voice.

"Listen, Jake, I'm not here to fight with you, I just want to discuss some major points I found while working on your case," I said and looked with hopeful eyes at him.

"I don't fucking care about anything you do Estrada, if you want to help me I suggest you stop annoying me and crawl back out of the shithole you came from," Jake said with a bored expression on his face and an annoyed tone laced his voice. I looked at him. The disappointment was visible on my face.

The fact that Jake still wasn't interested in helping me made me feel somewhat sad. Last night I decided to show Jake who was now sitting in front of me that I wasn't scared of him at all by telling the guards they didn't have to handcuff Jake to his chair. I had hoped to show exactly that. Turns out this was yet again another failure, the prisoner in front of me was unpredictable and had done exactly the opposite of what I had hoped.

"Look, I'm not here to annoy you, Jake, I'm only here because I want to help you, can't you be nice?" I asked, I was clearly on the verge of giving up. Jake's case was in less than two weeks and if Jake wouldn't corporate with me, I would surely lose it and Jake would be put on death row.

"Are you trying to make me laugh Estrada?" Jake asked with an angry tone lacing his voice. Suddenly his whole aura changed and he gave a scary vibe. Before I could fully process what was happening Jake stood up and leaned closer to me while he slammed his hands on the metal table in between us.

"Listen, Estrada. The first time you came to visit me I thought it was pretty fun to toy with you but now you are just annoying me." Jake said with an angry voice and an annoyed look on his face. The way he looked at me made me feel scared, really scared.

"You see the black eye I have here?" Jake asked while he looked me straight into my eyes. "That's your fault, Estrada." He said with a harsh tone and a scary look in his eyes. I didn't understand what was happening, I surely would remember it if I would have hit him. I knew for sure I didn't. I never even touched him. I didn't even dare to come near him.

"You see, I didn't want to come here today, but the guards forced me, and when I resisted some of them became violent, so you know to defend myself I slammed one of those fuckfaces head against the wall." He said with a cold look on his face. I looked at the prisoner with horror in my eyes. How could someone just slam another person's head against a wall?

Slowly I started to reach with my left hand for my bag, I wasn't staying any longer in this room with Jake in this mood and the guard not doing anything about it. As I felt the handle of my bag I clenched my fist around it and slowly started to get up, afraid that if I would do so any faster Jake would notice. As I was almost fully standing Jake suddenly stormed my way.

"Oh no pretty face you are not going anywhere, you still need to pay for the black eye on my fucking face," Jake said in a scary tone and within a second he stood in front of me and grabbed my collar in his hands. If I wasn't afraid of Jake before then I was now.

My heart started to beat rapidly and my whole body suddenly became completely warm. I was sure Jake would kill me any moment now.

I had a shocked look on my face as I saw how Jake slowly shortened the distance between our faces.

"If I see your pretty face one more time before the trial I won't hesitate to kill you," Jake whispered dangerously low in my ear. It gave me goosebumps over my whole body and I swallowed slowly. I had to get myself out of this situation, my head started to hurt and I started to feel dizzy. Fear crept up my spine and my eyes rapidly started to fill with tears.

Suddenly Jake got ripped away from me and I released a breath I didn't know I was holding. I watched as the big muscly guard who had been sitting beside the door pushed Jake in the direction of the door which lead to the cells. When Jake didn't corporate and started to attack the guard a few other guards stormed in through the door.

As I watched how Jake got dragged away I locked eyes with him one more time. The evil look Jake gave me made me swallow hard and once the inmate was out of my sight I made sure to leave the prison as fast as possible and never come back.

Was it too late now to back out?

~

I swallowed nervously as I looked at the big unfamiliar building before me. Last night Lex had texted me to come over this evening to do something fun and I gladly accepted. I had a super fun night with Lex back at the bar, so why not right?

The building where Lex lived was a huge skyscraper with black tinted glass, it just screamed luxury to me. In front of the door stood four big and muscly men in black suits, they were wearing black sunglasses and all of them wore an earpiece to communicate with whoever was on the other side of the line. They were placed in front of the entrance to make sure unwelcomed guests would stay outside and it made me a little nervous.

Why would a normal building have four security guards outside? At DW inc. We didn't even have one so why did this building?

I tried to swallow my nerves away and shook my head lightly as I tried to get rid of the thoughts before I began to make my way toward the entrance. Maybe the people who lived here were super rich and they secured the building to make sure no unwelcome guests could rob them.

As I almost reached the entrance I checked my phone one last time to make sure this was the address Lex mentioned in her text. As I confirmed it was indeed the address Lex had sent me. I decided to just walk up to the entrance. Lex probably already told the security guards they had to let me in.

Within two minutes I reached the entrance, but as I tried to go inside the big skyscraper I was immediately stopped by the guard closest to the entrance.

"Do you have an appointment?" The big bald man spoke with a bulking voice while he looked down at me. I swallowed and my heart began to beat rapidly in my chest. Jake was scary, but this man was doing a pretty good job at coming close to him.

"I got invited by Lex, I'm her friend," I said, uncertainty lacing my voice. I didn't know why but that man made me feel scared. It almost made me feel like I was doing something I shouldn't do.

Maybe it was because of the booming sound the man's voice made, or perhaps the fact that due to the sunglasses, the muscly guard wore I couldn't see his expression.

"Name?" The man asked again, startling me a little.

"Mc Estrada." I quickly said while I tried to get a glimpse of the expression on the big muscly man's face. I failed due to the big black sunglasses the man was wearing and I quickly looked down, the unsettling feeling still present. The man said something while he pressed a button on his earpiece and I guessed that would be how he could communicate with the person on the other end of the line.

"There is no Mc Estrada on the list of appointments, I have to remove you from the property." The muscly guard said, his expression still unknown to me. I raised my eyebrows and a confused look quickly made its way onto my face, I had double-checked the address and was certain Lex was supposed to live inside this building.

As I hung my head low and turned around ready to leave I suddenly heard something.

"No wait, let her in guys."

I suddenly heard the familiar voice of Lex. I quickly turned around and was met with the friendly brown eyes of Lex who I had texted so much. Lex looked exactly how I remembered her and a smile broke out on our faces.

All four guards looked a little startled at the sudden statement of the much smaller girl behind them.

"Of course, miss Torres." The guard who had earlier spoken to me now spoke to Lex. I looked at the guard with a questioning look. Miss Torres?

Lex quickly took my hand in her own and dragged me inside the expensive-looking building. When I took a look around the ground floor of the building I was amazed. Everything inside looked like it was made out of very expensive materials.

To my surprise though there were no normal people on the ground floor, just a lot of security guards. I didn't have a lot of time to think though as Lex was still pulling me towards some place still unknown to me.

Before I was fully registered where Lex was pulling me. I was dragged inside the most luxurious elevator I had ever seen. The walls were decorated with modern-looking white and black marble and the buttons looked like they were made out of pure gold. It almost made my mouth drop open. Lex quickly pressed the button for the 64th floor and finally let go of my hand.

"I'm sorry Mc, I forgot to put you on the visitor's list since I was really busy this morning," Lex said while a friendly smile started to form on her face. I smiled at her back. Without Lex, I wouldn't have known which floor I had to go to anyway so in a way I was pretty happy Lex came down to get me.

The elevator reached its destination pretty quickly and once the beautiful shining black doors opened both of us quickly got out of the elevator. We were now standing in a small white room with only one door in it. In the corner of the room stood a small table with a vase filled with black flowers in it.

"This is mine and Kaden's floor so don't worry about running into anyone except us," Lex said before she began to make her way toward the only door in the room.

I quickly followed her and couldn't help but look amazed at the sight in front of me. I was standing in a beautiful apartment with white walls and marble floors and the sides of the apartment were covered in huge windows. On the left side of the apartment was a huge black kitchen situated.

The kitchen looked spotless as if it wasn't touched anyone before and I couldn't help but let my mouth drop at the sight. Lex owned this whole floor?

Behind the kitchen, there was a huge dinner area with a beautiful white table and black chairs. The table was made for at least ten people. It was a stunning sight to see.

On the right side of the apartment was a huge black couch situated with a big tv in front of it. There was a modern-looking white table in between us which was placed on top of a blue furry carpet. On the couch were multiple white cushions with black flowers on it placed and it gave me a warm feeling.

My favorite thing about Lex's apartment though was the view. I took a few steps closer to the windows and almost lost myself completely in the view. From here you could look over almost all of Duskwood. The cars looked like tiny ants and the people driving them were even smaller. The lights of the streetlamps gave off a beautiful contrast and together they looked like small stars.

"So how do you like my home?" Lex asked while she walked towards the big black couch and sat down on it. She looked even smaller on the black couch than she already was. I smiled at my relatively new friend and walked over to take a seat on the couch.

"It's beautiful," I answered and I couldn't help but wonder how much this apartment would cost. Maybe one day when I would be a successful lawyer I would be able to afford a place like this. I slowly walked towards the big couch and took a seat next to Lex, while the impressed look on my face was still visible.

"So what do you want to do, Kaden isn't supposed to be home until 11 pm or so," Lex said while she went to the kitchen to get the both of us something to drink. My eyes immediately lit up when I saw her come back with two glasses of cherry red wine in her hands. Lex softly placed both glasses on the table in front of us and took a seat next to me.

"Let's just talk," I said whilst looking at her. Lex softly nodded.

"Are you doing any interesting cases at the moment Mc?" Lex asked whilst she picked up her glass and took a sip from the red liquor. I immediately thought of my client. Everybody in the country knew his name, he was known for being reckless and dangerous.

I was pretty surprised about the question Lex had just asked. It wasn't a secret I was Jake Dalton's lawyer, it would even be aired on national television since his capture was such big news. I looked at Lex who wore a small smile on her face.

"You know Jake Dalton, right?" I said in a soft voice while locking eyes with Lex. To my surprise, Lex started to laugh a little.

"Yup." Lex said while popping the p. "A little too well if you ask me." She softly whispered while a small smile made its way onto her face. I looked my friend in the eyes with a questioning look on my face.

"What do you mean?" I asked Lex, a questioning tone lacing my voice. I raised my eyebrows when I saw how Lex reacted to my question. I swore I saw shock written all over my new friend's face as if I heard something I shouldn't have. Lex however quickly recovered from the shock.

"Ah I just followed all of the news about him you know, nowadays it's all the newspapers talk about," Lex answered before she quickly picked up her glass of wine and took a big gulp out of it.

"Is it just me or is it getting hot in here?" Lex asked while she placed the glass of wine back on the table and stood up. "I'll go get a glass of ice, don't move okay?" Lex smiled while already making her way to the kitchen.

I picked up my glass of wine and took a small sip of it. Why was Lex acting so weird all of a sudden? I took Lex's absence as a moment to look around myself. I smiled when my eyes landed on a big framed picture on the wall. It displayed Lex getting a piggyback ride from a silver-eyed boy. Both of them looked extremely happy.

"So I'm back, let's talk about something else," Lex said when she came back in sight and quickly made her way onto the couch before sitting down but not before placing a bowl with ice on the table in front of us.

"That night in the bar you told me about your sister and how she meant everything to you, can you tell me more about her?" She asked while locking eyes with me.

I immediately started to smile when I thought of my little sister. "Her name is Sina and she is ten years old," I said and smiled at her.

"Do you have a picture?" Lex asked and I immediately nodded my head and started to unlock my phone. I smiled when I looked at my screensaver. It was a picture of me and Sina sitting next to other in a tree. It was taken last summer when I was still living with my parents. I turned my phone towards Lex who in response took it from my hands.

"You can see you two are sisters," Lex said while looking closely at the picture. "Where was this taken?" Lex then asked before she handed the device back to me. I carefully took my phone from her and locked it again before quickly putting it back in my pocket again.

"In the backyard of my parent's house," I said, happiness lacing my voice. My family truly was my happiness and I would do anything in the world to protect them.

As we talked a bit longer about my family and looked at some pictures on my phone we suddenly heard the familiar ding of the elevator sounding through the room. Lex looked up from the phone and turned around to take a look at the enormous clock on the white walls.

"Ah that must be Kaden, it's already 11 past 11," She said while turning around. I also turned around and started to look at the door which I remembered would lead to the room with the elevator.

Not even 10 seconds later the same door opened and through it came a boy with silver eyes whom I recognized from the pictures I had seen. He was pretty tall and wore a black expensive looking suit. His hair was slicked to the back and an expensive watch was proudly displayed on his wrist. Overall he looked powerful and I immediately knew how Lex could afford this apartment. The guy who had just came in had to make a lot of money if he looked like this.

The guy slowly turned towards us on the couch and smiled when he locked eyes with Lex. He quickly made his way over to her and leaned down.

"Hey, baby." He said before giving Lex a small peck on her lips. I looked at both of them with a smile on my face. The moment that guy had walked through that door Lex had done nothing but look at him with adoration in her eyes, they looked cute together.

I silently wished to myself to be able to have a relationship like that in the future. As the guy walked around the couch and took a seat next to Lex he locked eyes with me.

"You must be Mc, I've heard a lot about you." He said while taking his jacket off and laying it on the couch. "I'm Kaden, Lex's boyfriend," Kaden said while sticking out his hand for me to shake, a certain possessiveness lacing his voice. I smiled at him.

"I know, Lex here won't shut up about you over text," I said before I took his hand and gently shook it.

"So how was work babe?" Lex asked while she looked at Kaden. As the two locked their eyes I couldn't help but feel the tension between them, it was time to leave soon. Kaden shifted closer to Lex and laid a hand on her thigh.

"Fucking tiresome, ever since bro has been away I've been busier than ever," Kaden said while he rested his head on Lex's shoulder. He did indeed look tired, I of course had no idea what job Kaden had but he seemed exhausted.

"Hold on babe, just two more weeks until Ja-" Lex said but was cut off by Kaden slapping his hand on her mouth.

"Until my bro is back I know." Kaden finished Lex's sentence and I looked weirdly at the two. What had just happened?

Deciding it was time to leave I stood up from the big black couch I was sitting on and quickly finished my glass of cherry red liquor before placing the glass back on the table.

"I think it's time I'll head home, it's getting pretty late," I announced and both of them looked up at me.

Lex immediately jumped up from the couch and took Kaden's hand and began to pull him up.

"Okay let's go then, we'll bring you home," Lex announced before she grabbed my hand with her free one and started to pull the other two toward the elevator. I looked at Lex with a questioning look on my face. Lex noticed it and smiled.

"I can't let you use public transport at this time of the day, it's way too dangerous," Lex said before pulling both me and Kaden into the elevator.

Within a few minutes, all three of us were standing in the basement of the building. The basement itself was nothing special, just a dull grey parking garage. The cars who were standing in it however were.

I looked at all of the expensive-looking cars with eyes as big as saucers. There must have been around 20 to 30 expensive cars in the basement and all of them looked amazing. A black Ferrari, a red Mercedes, and a white BMW were the cars they were currently walking two.

As Kaden clicked the button on the car key he got out of his pocket the lights from the red Mercedes started to shine, indicating that was gonna be the car the guy was going to use.

All three of us quickly got in the car and fastened our seatbelts before Kaden started the car and took off, all while Lex typed my address into the navigation. Within a fifteen-minute drive, we were standing before my house, and another 10 minutes late Lex and I had said our goodbyes.

As I was sitting on my couch I couldn't help but smile at the thoughts of my evening. Even though Lex had acted a little weird it sure had been a great evening and I would love to do it again soon.

~

I softly blew on the cup of coffee in my hands. I smiled a little as I slowly saw the steam from the brown liquor disappearing into the air. I carefully took a sip of the cup in my hands before putting it back on the table in front of me again

I was currently sitting in a small restaurant in the middle of Duskwood. It had only a few tables and it was kinda cozy. I had made an appointment with one of Jake's victims and was hoping I would be able to find something which would prove my client's innocence.

Even though Jake didn't care about the case at all, I sure did and I was willing to do anything to win. I figured that if Jake wasn't gonna help me, I would just find everything out on my own.

I straightened my ponytail as I saw a tall girl with black hair walk through the entrance of the small café. I waved shortly at the black-haired girl to make sure she noticed him. A smile crept upon my face when I noticed the tall girl making her way to my table.

She took a seat opposite me and looked me straight in the eyes, something which made me almost a bit nervous. The black-haired girl had piercing green eyes in which I swore I saw a hint of sadness and small freckles under her eyes. The girl wore a tired expression on her face, her eyes had dark circles under them and I immediately felt sorry for her. This girl surely must have been through a lot.

I sighed softly. The girl in front of me was named Luca Perez. A pretty normal girl with a normal life, until Jake decided to mess a girl up. Luca had been present during a bank robbery at the bank she worked for in September last year. A bank robbery Jake was being accused of. A bank robbery I had to plead the guy innocent of.

"Thank you so much for coming Luca," I said to the girl in front of me. I had invited her to the café to tell me what exactly happened that day. The black-haired girl smiled a little and nodded. Luca slowly placed one of her elbows on the table and rested her head against it. The girl looked like she hadn't slept in days.

"Okay, as I told you on the phone I am Jake Dalton's lawyer, and I would like for you to tell me exactly what you told the cops that night after the robbery," I said before taking a notebook and a pen out of my bag. If I wanted to make sure I wouldn't miss anything Luca said I had to write it down as fast as possible.

"I don't know what to tell you to be honest, I'm pretty sure you've read the file about that exact day at least twenty times." The black-haired girl said while she gave me a sharp look. I grabbed my pen harder and forced a smile on my face.

"I did, but I would like to hear it from you," I answered, the fake smile still present on my face. Judging from the file about that night, I had expected Luca to be a fragile girl who was traumatized by the events that happened on the day of the robbery. If I had known Luca was anything but that I would have never invited her here today. What would be the point of today if she wouldn't tell me anything new about that day anyway?

"Here's what happened that day, your fucker of a client robbed the bank while wearing beanies and masks, held a gun against my head, and killed three of my colleagues," Luca said, clearly on the verge of losing her cool. I quickly wrote some details on the paper in front of me before trying to calm her down.

"Listen, I know you're angry and upset but I'm just trying to do my job, I would prefer it if we could talk normally to each other," I said, a calm tone lacing my voice. Even though Luca had barely said anything about the day of the robbery yet I had a feeling she would still spill some important details about that specific day if I pushed it a bit. Of course, I felt bad for her, Jake had ruined her life. However I was only trying to do my job, nothing more.

"You think I don't know what you invited me here for today huh?" The black-haired girl in front of me said while looking at me. Anger was visible on her face. I looked back at her with a surprised look on my face. What in the world was happening here?

"You only invited me to try and find mistakes in the story I told the police so that that fucker can go free." Luca now started to shout before standing up. It made me feel small. She was way taller than me and was practically towering over me.

"Let me tell you one thing Ms. Estrada, I won't tell you anything about that day and I will testify against Dalton." The black-haired girl said before turning around and walking out of the café. I watched as the black-haired girl disappeared out of my sight and sighed deeply.

That girl had been my last chance at getting Jake out of jail, and while the girl did give some information away, it would still be one hell of a job to prove the innocence of my client. I sighed deeply, why did everything never go the way I wanted it to?

I quietly decided to pack up my belongings and go home. I quickly fished out some money out of my pocket and put it on the table before leaving the small cafe. It was of no use for me to stay there after Luca left.

As I was walking towards the subway station on my way to DW inc. I got lost pretty deeply in my thoughts. I had thought a million times about how I could prove Jake's innocence but I never managed to come up with a solid plan.

The evidence was just too overwhelming, anyone who would think that Jake was innocent would be completely crazy.

Sure I did have the information about Jake and his gang using beanies and masks during the robbery, a detail that was not described in the police file. But even if I would be able to plead Jake innocent of that crime, there were still at least twenty more.

I quickly got ripped out of my thoughts when I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket. I quickly got the device out and raised my eyebrows when I saw the caller id of an unfamiliar phone number. I quickly pressed the green button on my phone.

"Hello?" I said, curious about the other person who was calling me.

"I have information that could benefit your client's case, meet me tomorrow at 9 p.m. outside the Roses Hotel," The caller on the other side of the line said before I heard the familiar beeping tone indicating the person on the other side had ended the call.

This could either go well or wrong...

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A Vander x chubby/midsized fem reader who's insecure? She's trying to get better about how she views herself since Vander doesn't like the way she looks down on her body; so she buys some lingerie but she ends up hiding it since she thinks she doesn't look good, and Vander finds it? I love your work a lot by the way :))

-ASDFGIQRKL thank you dear follower 😭❤ I apologize profusely for this taking so long I've been...going through it *nervous laugh* BUT here we go and I hope you enjoy:

VANDER X FEM!READER (chubby reader, body positivity, suggestive content)

-She sighs for the dozenth time, holding up to herself the two outfits she was trying to decide between in front of the chipped full length mirror. This was an important occasion after all, so she felt she had to look her best.

Should it be; the worn but still in good shape rust-red corseted corduroy dress, with embroidered trim along the deep V neckline and hems?

Or; the deep green and black, knee-length heavy cotton skirt and her good semi white blouse? Either would work with her clean boots and only unripped pair of stockings but which...?

Lowering them both, she stares forlornly at her thin t-shirt and shorts clad reflection, her belly, muffin top and all her thickness painfully apparent and laments, "Oh, it doesn't matter..."

"What doesn't matter?" came a deep voice from the doorway.

She glances to the side at the second reflection now visible, turning her head to properly look at the figure that just walked in and closed the door behind him, her face heating up; Vander smiles curiously at her, his own shirt completely unbuttoned and she has to fight back biting her lip. He comes up behind her and rests his broad hands on her shoulders, giving the top of her head a peck then catches her gaze in the mirror.

"Well...?" he asks, not dropping it.

Her eyes fall to the warped wood floor, "I...no matter what I wear it'll look...I'm still-"

"Hey, hey now-" he interrupts sternly, knowing all too well where she was going and shaking his head, "Love, we've talked about this. Ya know I hate it when you put yourself down 'n it just hurts you too."

"I know! But...I still just wish I could not be...ya know." She pats her belly for emphasis.

Vander turns her around to face him and gives his own 'dad bod' stomach a hearty slap, "You still think I'm attractive despite this ol' sixpack turnin' into, well, this. So what makes you think I don't find you to be the most gorgeous woman I've ever been lucky enough to know eh?"

She cracks a smile now herself, and he tilts her chin up with his knuckles, "You've been doin' better lately, not bein' so hard on yourself. I'm proud of ya for it. But ya gotta keep it up right? I'll keep tellin' ya as many times as needed you're beautiful got it?"

"Thank you, Papa Hound..." she grins, genuinely this time, and steps into his offered hug. Turning back to the mirror, she blows out a breath and holds up the skirt and blouse combo, "This one."

"Perfect," he nods, buttoning up his shirt to her silent disappointment, "Now let's get this show goin'."

After a lovely, relaxing and much-needed date, during which he'd only once; okay maybe twice technically, had to mumble apologies for having to take a moment to break up a dispute, they slowly make their way back towards home when she spies something in a barred store window that she'd normally ignore but today...

Ever observant, he notes her attention focused on something nearby and asks, "Everythin' alright love?"

"Yeah! Yeah just saw something interesting-" she panics but hides it, quickly trying to find anything else to point out and gestures to the food stand next door, "-on the menu! Maybe I'll grab some for the kids tomorrow."

Vander nods, "They'd like that. Better make sure they all get even shares or it'll be a squabble."

She laughs, assuring him she'd be completely fair, and they both continue the trip as she takes one last glance at the items she'd truly been studying...

The next afternoon, she stands in front of the mirror again, this time sporting a very different look. She blushes fiercely with a mixture of embarrassment, disbelief at her own boldness, and a streak of surprise at how well the skanty, black and red lingerie looks on her. Earlier she'd snuck back to her true target from the day before, the clothing shop she'd spotted this little number in the window of and after an awkward purchase where she'd tried to hide her face as much as possible, she'd dashed home to try it on, grateful that Vander was busy and the kids out somewhere. She'd also snapped up a bag of the spicy snacks from the stand next door to keep her cover story intact, and it wasn't completely a lie; she had been thinking of grabbing them a treat anyway.

Now she spins, checking how it looks and imagining the look on Vander's face when she stepped into view wearing...

The self-consciousness creeps back in as she sees how snug the lingerie is, and how her body shape is all the more glaringly evident. She curses herself silently for ever thinking this would work and wasting the money. Sighing, her shoulders droop-

Abruptly there's a rapid knocking on the door coupled with the voices of Mylo and Claggor calling her and talking loudly over each other. She yells to hold on, swiftly changing back into regular clothes. In her rush she curses, looking around before hurriedly stuffing the negligee into the first dresser drawer she sees and hurries out of the room, making a note to return to hide it elsewhere...

-Several hours later, Vander trudges into their shared room, exhausted from the long day and chaos of a fight that had erupted wherein the participants had refused to take it outside-so he'd 'helped' by tossing them out the door, earning them sore backsides and a couple month ban.

He kicks off his boots, then tugs his shirt over his head, tossing it in the pile next to a basket that served as a hamper. Still grumbling and cursing under his breath he slides the top dresser drawer open-

And his eyes widen, brow cocked in surprised curiosity at the garment he finds there that's most certainly not his. He pulls it out, finally realizing what the lacy, gauzy pieces of fabric are as heat rushes to his face-and other areas. How long had she had this? And how would it look on her in person instead of in the lovely, increasingly sinful images running through his head? He exhales in a shudder, feeling the blood quickly rushing downward, stunned at how much of an affect this alone had on him, and was starting to put it back when she walks in with a yawn.

"I swear, if those two have the balls to show up anytime soon I will-"

She halts, seeing him holding the lingerie and flushes fiercely, hand flying to her mouth and mumbling out a jumbled rush of excuses, "Oh! Oh Van I uh, ha, yeah I can explain it-it's just-I was gonna take it back it was j-just an experiment yeah but it doesn't work-I can't-"

In a couple strides he's in front of her, hands on her waist and pulling her against himself, thumbs running over her hips, leaning in and dropping his voice to that low, gruff octave he knew she enjoyed, "But love, ya can't take it back...not after what I may do to you with it..."

"Wait-r-really? You like it?" she sputters, "I mean, the problem is it...doesn't really work for...you know, me..."

Vander draws a deep breath, letting it out in a soft growl and she feels the goosebumps prick her skin from the almost feral gleam in his eyes, "Firstly, what did we talk about yesterday? Secondly..." he pulls her in closer and she gives a groan feeling how hard he already is pressed against her belly, the sound doing nothing to help this, "I think this is good enough proof I like the idea of it on ya, darlin'..and the only problem is you're not gonna be wearin' it for long after ya put it on...now, been a long day yeah? What say we get ready for bed..?"

At last her lingering pain begin to melt away as she sees not just the lust, but the sincere love in his gaze, and the doubt is replaced by a glow of confidence blooming in her chest and she smiles suggestively up at him, "I think that's a perfect idea..."

@mooshroom-cows @archerofthemists @immortalbumblebee @vander-affectionate @barbersjoy @jarlyne @lucklesslongshot @shitfacedanon @katattacker

Sorry if I forgot anyone I'll add as I remember

#arcane fanfiction #arcane vander #arcane vander x reader #vander arcane #ask and you shall receive #mildly spicy #plus size reader #hello friend I hope you like this #I had a lot of fun writing it

[tieflingtareon]

My love, are you the devil? (Oh, call me a devil)

Chapter 11 | Words: 4k

Summary: Astarion found himself often surprised by his heroic companion. He had one goal. To become the favoured companion of the group, to earn the Tieflings loyalty, to make Tar'eons strength his own. Yet Tar'eon isn't like the usual target of his manipulations. Despite his naivety, he does not seem gullible. There is something very wrong with their 'leader' to begin with. Astarion isn't sure if he wants to control it or eradicate the threat it posed. But can he really do either when Tar'eon himself seems so...unwaveringly kind?

That devil is getting into his head, while others get into Tar'eons. He doesn't appreciate not having the upperhand after years of being at the disadvantage. He will find a way to make him see.

He is the one he should be listening to. Astarion would make it so, no matter the means.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50668558/chapters/127995079

"It feels like we're being watched - hunted, even - but there's nothing out there, only more darkness." Astarion shuddered, sticking close to Tar'eon, seeing as he held the torch for the both of them, the other needing both hands for his weapon. Astarion kept his dagger close. "I much prefer it when I'm the one prowling in the shadows, about to strike."

"The longer you go on, the more it feels like a threat." Wyll drawled from behind, holding a torch up for Lae'zel. They had assumed any light source may better their chances in the shadows, Moon Lantern or not, but with a limited supply they had to walk in pairs, Halsin holding a torch and looking around at their surroundings with Karlach and Shadowheart on either side of him. Though, Shadowheart was drifting back to Karlach's side instead, looking near wondrous.

The Shadow Curse didn't affect her. She had insisted it was a blessing, but Astarion wasn't one to believe in such things. He just wanted out of the damn place, maybe find a nice spot to camp where he could drop off the dead weight tomorrow while they explored.

"It could be." Astarion smirked as he looked back at Wyll, baring his fangs with delight. Wyll didn't look impressed.

"Knock it off, you two. Getting a bit chilly here, Astar." Astarion chuckled.

"Sorry, dear. I can't help it. Teasing a devil is a once in a lifetime experience."

"Do not make me use my blade-"

"Astarion, you know exactly what you're doing. Behave, or I'll make you walk with Halsin so he can go on and on about the Oak Father to you."

"Oh, you're such a spoilsport." Astarion pouted but held his tongue as they walked. They didn't have to go far before they stumbled upon a group of Harpers. And as per usual, Tar'eon had to save the day, and put their hinds on the line. On a good note, it did get them to an Inn of all places. And towards the very devil he'd been thinking of as of recent.

"Your move, Mol."

"You trapped me. I didn't even want to take this one."

"Calimshan rules, dear. The first piece touched is the first piece moved."

"That's garbage! No matter where the knight goes, I'm gonna lose it." The poor girl sounded beyond frustrated at the prospect of losing.

"Then make the sacrifice useful. Guard your Mystra, or come for my Cyric."

"What's going on here?" Karlach sounded annoyed, glaring at Raphael. Like she could sniff the devil out, even in human form.

"Look who made it!" Mol actually seemed excited to see the large tiefling who gave her a smile. If it weren't for the child, Jahira might not have let them in. "For once, I saved your butt out there, didn't I? We're square now, chief."

As promised, she was giving Tar'eon her very best smile.

"Say, do you play lanceboard by any chance? It's my first time playing." Astarion almost laughed. Of course Raphael decided to play with a child who didn't know the rules. The devil had a motive, no doubt trying to teach the tiefling child some kind of lesson he'd later use to his advantage. The typical manipulative devil. At least Astarion knew his games, unlike the child.

"I'm afraid I haven't, but..." Tar'eon looked over the board with a small frown, getting just a touch too close and knocking the board Mol's way with a small, "Oops. Apologises. It's hard to remember my size sometimes."

Astarion had to bite his lip to hold back a smirk. After being with the man three weeks, he could pick out a lie, and he wasn't even trying to hide that one. While Raphael was casting them a disgruntled look, Mol took the chance to use the magic of her gifted gloves, switching pieces around and grinned as she took Raphael's piece on the board.

"How's that for Calimshan rules?" Mol looked rather proud of herself, and even Astarion found himself respecting the kids little act. She absolutely knew how to play the game, yet she acted dumb because she wanted to win. She used Raphael's superiority against him, and that, that he could respect.

"Brava!" Raphael was gracious in his loss. "Lovely work. I see I was right to make you the offer I did." Tar'eon looked at the devil, his eyes narrowed, and Astarion knew if Mol wasn't present, he'd likely give into the dark urge to skin the man. "You will consider it, won't you?"

Mol's smile finally dropped, looking unsure before she got up from her seat and walked away. Tar'eon scowled at Raphael.

"What a lovely specimen she is. A blushing apple, begging to be plucked." Disgust roiled in Astarion's stomach at the description.

"Please let me smack this creep." Karlach gritted out, the heat of her anger visible on her skin.

"She cheated, of course, but that's half her charm."

"And what's the other kind?" Tar'eon asked, his voice low, almost a growl. He was doing well to put a lid on his temper, even if his tail was whipping wildly behind him, almost hitting Astarion.

"My favourite kind; ambition." Raphael smirked. "But don't you worry about Mol. It goes without saying she still has the unconditional freedom to choose the only option she has left."

Tar'eon looked ready to bare his canines and rip into the man, ever the mother bear when it came to those tiefling children, but Raphael turned his gaze to him.

"Now, let's talk about you. I sense there's something you want to ask me." Astarion glanced at Tar'eon who was still glaring daggers into the devil, the barb at the end of his tail making a scratch in the wood behind him.

"I do." Astarion couldn't contain himself. If this man had the answers, he wanted them. Now. Patience was not his virtue. He had few of those. "I have a...proposal for you."

"Astar." Astarion ignored him.

"A proposal? If you're hoping to taste my blood, little vampling, think again. I burn hotter than Wyvern whiskey."

"This is serious business, devil." Astarion snapped. "And I much prefer a different spice, at this point in time. Apologises to disappoint your expectations, but you're not my type." He huffed and straightened, feeling Tar'eons presence coming to stand at his back, arms crossing. Like he was trying to intimidate the devil himself. Ridiculous. Though, he had once told Mizora to her face that he'd take her head, so it shouldn't surprise him.

"Oh, I doubt that." Raphael stared intently at the tiefling who's cold glare could have frozen all of the Hells.

"Quit it," Astarion hissed, glaring at Tar'eon who huffed, not moving, but relaxing his stance. "My old -" He paused, not wanting to give the man too much information. The less he knew, the better.

"Well, a long time ago, someone carved runes into my back. They are fragments of a contract. I'd like to know what the full contract says." The devil gave it a long hum, no doubt trying to scheme his way into binding Astarion to him. Powerful men seemed to love to break him down. There had to be a reason for it, but he didn't like to think about it.

"Scars? What scars?" Karlach frowned as she spoke up, looking concerned.

"You haven't told them? And you've kept your clothes on this whole time?" Raphael chuckled. "How unlike you."

Astarion's boiled with rage at the slight.

"Though, I doubt that to be true, with your...guard dog." Raphael mused. "Why not let the others see? Don't be shy." With a wave of his hands, Astarion felt rather bare, looking down with a curse.

"Gods damn it." He grumbled, almost knocking Tar'eons hands aside in his frustration when the tiefling took off his cloak - a cloak he never remembered him buying, if he was honest - and wrapped it around him, like he had any modesty to begin with.

"Shit...That looks painful." Karlach winced.

"It was." Astarion gritted his teeth. "Give me my clothes back, devil."

"Ah, ah -"

"I don't think he even knows." Tar'eon said, no doubt just trying to get under his skin.

"Really?" Well, it seemed to work. "It's something very important to your master." Astarion bristled, holding the cloak closed to feel a little less vulnerable. How had he known that? "But is it a love letter, a warning, or a deed of ownership? I could give you all the gory details. But of course, you'll have to do something for me first. Let me think about it and get back to you."

He baulked at the devils audacity. But, he supposed he was a devil.

"You'll 'get back' to me? This is important, devil!" He huffed and worked his jaw. "When?"

"Don't worry - I'm motivated to help you. Scars often tell such wonderful stories. I think yours might be truly exquisite. I'll see you soon."

"My clothes-" He was gone in a puff of ash and Astarion huffed, humiliated and pissed, scowling at the place the devil had been.

"Those carvings...they must have been excruciating." Wyll spoke up, voice full of sympathy. Pity. Astarion glared at him.

"Cazador worked on it from dusk until dawn, all with an ancient blade he called," He gave a laugh, finding it ridiculous even thinking about it. "His 'needle'." But the laughter fell short under the sad stares. He hated this. Hated when people pitied him so openly. Viewing him as something weak, something broken.

"Cutting and tearing, starting over if I screamed or winced too much." He looked away, unable to control the emotion in his voice, despite his efforts. "It was...a rough night. But what's done is done, so how about we stop talking about it and get on with things?"

He wanted the topic off himself.

"Although, I should...probably get dressed first." He allowed a short laugh, like it was almost hilarious and not embarrassing.

"We're bunking up in the rooms, to save cash. Your stuff will be with mine." Tar'eon said softly, a gentle hand on his back. "I'll show you."

Astarion was half tempted to slap his hand away, but the warmth was actually quite reassuring. He was getting used to it. A dangerous thought.

He couldn't remember the last time he slept on a proper bed, not since before the kidnapping and tadpole. He moaned like he was making love to his own personal incubus when he laid down on the mattress, not caring to cover him when the cloak fell open.

"Gods. I miss having a real bed."

"You don't even sleep, Astarion."

"Shush, I'm imprinting this moment into my memory for when we're back to our bedrolls." He dreaded that time ahead. He rolled over onto his front and hugged the pillow close, burying his face in it. "I could sleep, if I really tried, but I'm not a fan, honestly."

"Nightmares?"

"It's a common affliction amongst our party, I'm afraid."

"Indeed." Tar'eon hummed, sitting on the edge of the bed and gently reaching his hand out to smooth down his back. Even through the cloak, Astarion could feel the heat of his palms, like a hot stone massage. He melted further in the bed.

"I don't think we should trust him. Raphael."

"Gods, don't say his name, he might take that as an invitation." Astarion groaned. "I'm sorry, love, but I'd trust a devil over a vampire any day."

"I wouldn't trust either."

"Well, we don't always get a choice in who to trust when we have no other options." He clicked his tongue and Tar'eon sigh, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his neck, tucking his nose in the space to breath in his scent. Like rosemary and citrus, with a hint of...wine, maybe? Tar'eon wasn't much of a drinker, to be fair.

"I know...I just don't want you to get hurt."

"Cazador will hurt me worse than any devil could, I assure you." Astarion muttered bitterly, allowing the man to blanket him in his heat. He never used to be aware of the chill of his own skin, but know, he found himself noticing it daily. Lounging in the sun to try and chase it away. "If I know what this contract is about, perhaps I can break it. Or use it to my benefit."

Tar'eon held the vampire for a long moment, unsure what to say. He knew why Astarion needed to know. He feared Cazador could still find him, could use the contract against him. Tar'eon wasn't sure if he could even help him, as much as he wanted to. Who would be able to know the full contract, if not a devil who makes them?

He saw what happened to Wyll. The aftermath of Karlach's own autonomy ripped away from her because of devils. Astarion had faced enough pain in his life. He didn't want him to waste the rest of his eternity beneath the heel of a devil after escaping his old master.

"I should get dressed. The others will be expecting us." He didn't sound like he wanted to face them yet though. Tar'eon kissed his shoulder.

"They can wait a little longer."

Astarion didn't put up a fight. Instead, he laid there a while longer, greedily soaking up the warmth he'd been deprived of for two hundred years.

****

Karlach had tried to talk to Mol, but it didn't go well. The kid was stubborn, even when Tar'eon got on her level and told her, "I know I told you to protect them, but you don't need to sell your soul to a devil to do that. I'm here, and I can help you all get to Baldur's Gate from here."

"Well, you won't always be here." Mol scowled. "You weren't there when they attacked us. When they stole Lia and Cal away...This deal has nothing to do with you anyway. I'll choose what to do with the devil, and my life. It's my choice, not yours or Raphael's." She stormed off with that and Tar'eon sighed, hanging his head.

"The hardest thing about seeing kids make the same mistake as you is knowing you can't stop them." Karlach looked on after Mol sadly.

"The girl will pull her head out of the ground eventually and see he's no good. She's smarter than the lot of us." Astarion drawled, and everyone looked at him. "What?"

"I think that's the first time you've ever said something nice about someone we're helping, let alone a child." Wyll mused.

"Fine, she's a brat, are we done with the spectacle of my niceness? I'm practising." Astarion tutted and Karlach grinned.

"I knew you had it in you. You're soft, under all that frowning, those lines."

"Lines? Gods, why do you people always want to talk about my wrinkles?" Astarion squawked, rolling his eyes as he took his leave to get a drink, waving the lot of them off when they tried to follow. The group shared a round of amused looks before dispersing to do their own thing.

Halsin and Wyll had taken to the lanceboard this time, chatting amicably while Lae'zel spoke with a girl with a bow curtly, Shadowheart and Karlach making their way outside to explore.

Tar'eon watched them all disperse and smiled as he joined Astarion at the bar, eyes fond as the the vampire made faces at different labels.

"I miss Baldur's Gate already." He sighed and looked at the tiefling. "Plonk. Nothing vintage." He showed off the bottle in his hands and Tar'eon glanced at it. It looked fancy, from his limited knowledge.

"The bottle must be deceiving me, because it looks old."

"Hardly! It's twenty years old at best."

"This would have been bottled when I was - Hells, a teen? That sounds old enough."

"Darling, I'm over two hundred years old. Rephrase before I take your tongue." Astarion narrowed his eyes and Tar'eon chuckled, stepping forward to place the bottle back, mirthful eyes on the vampire as his other hand rested on his waist.

"Apologises, ph myirz. I know nothing of wine. Why don't you explain the ageing process to me, hm?" Astarion narrowed his eyes at the tiefling before seeming to soften, approving of his topic change.

"I should be scared of how well you know me." Astarion hummed, not willing to admit how much it did scare him, deep down. He slipped out of reach and nicked another bottle, reading the label with an approving sound. "Oh! Now this, this I can stomach. Come, drink with me, love."

Astarion beckoned him as he stole two chalices from a shelf, popping the top of the wine and giving it a sniff. He closed his eyes, relishing in the scent of a good, full bodied red. The taste may have changed since his transformation, but it was still his favourite type of wine. If they expected him to give it up just because he had a proper meal now, they were dead wrong. While Tar'eon was delicious, he liked variety, even in the non-blood form.

Tar'eon eyed the chalice.

"I'm not much of a drinker...I'm not sure it'd be a good idea, honestly."

"Shush now. Have some fun. I don't just share with anybody." Astarion chuckled, playing coy as he offered the cup to him. "Take it, darling."

"So persistent." Tar'eon tutted softly but smiled as he took it, leaning against the counter as he took a sip. It was strong, an intense flavour, and he wasn't sure he really liked it, but he'd admit it was better than the wine Astarion had let him drink at the tiefling party.

"Only a little. One needs to be a little...demanding, to get what they want sometimes."

"And what is it that you want, Astarion?"

"To know what that pretty little phrase was that you used before. What was it again? My-ezr?"

"Myirz." He corrected, a devilish hiss behind the pronunciation, and with a chuckle, he took another sip. He could feel it going to his head much faster than it should. The older it was, the better the taste, but perhaps higher the potency too. He supposed he could consider Astarion to be like a fine wine as well then.

"What language is that? Infernal?"

"I only know two. Common tongue, and Infernal."

"Your tongue is anything but common, darling." Astarion purred, tipping his head back as he finished his chalice, licking the red stain from his lips before he poured himself another cup. "What does it mean then?"

"I'm afraid it cannot be translated." Tar'eon lied. It had been a slip of the tongue, one he hadn't even noticed until Astarion brought it up.

"Bullshit. You just don't want to tell me." Astarion laughed, not seeming to take it to heart. "Fine. Keep your secrets, bard. But I would like that book once your done with it. Even if just to learn all the naughty words."

"I could teach you them myself, to save you the time." Tar'eon offered, only half-joking. The idea of Astarion speaking in his native tongue...it was definitely appealing.

"Oh? Shall I teach you all the dirty words in elvish then?"

"Can you?" Astarion sighed, looking sombre.

"Unfortunately not. I'm afraid over the course of two centuries, only speaking common tongue...It's hard to remember much of anything. The format is quite different. I was raised in the city, where most speak common anyway. The only person who spoke elvish with me was my mother, I imagine. Well, and Cazador, but it was a rarity for him to speak elvish unless other elves visited - he rarely had visitors while I was around. They'd be too distracted to conduct business." The last sentence was laced with bitterness despite the smile on his lips. "I would just go fetch them dinner instead."

"I'm sorry."

"Gods, don't be. I can't stand your pity. I remember the basics of elvish, but not nearly as much as I probably should. I'm afraid I'm not much help when it comes to returning the favour. In this instance at least."

"I'm not pitying you. Truly, I'm not. If anything, I'm angry for you."

"Angry for me?"

"Being under the thumb of a man like Cazador. I'm sure I don't even know the half of it, but from what I do know...He's a massive prick I'd like to stake and put on a spike."

"Oh, don't we both." Astarion mused, sipping his wine and shifting closer, pressing his front to Tar'eons side. The tiefling raised his arm and wrapped it around the other, his nose in his curls. Astarion looked tired, and despite being so unsure where they were at, what they were to each other, he wanted to comfort him. Today had been rough, he could tell, having to tell the others of his past too.

"Astarion...about us-" The doors opened with a crash and Tar'eon nearly dropped his chalice, hand dropping to his sheath to grab the handle of his blade.

"Guys! Guys, I found Dammon! He gave me another upgrade! Look!" Karlach swooped Shadowheart up in a hug and squeezed the cleric tight. She was touching her so freely - Hells, had the upgrade really worked?

Astarion laughed, raising his glass to her from behind the bar.

"Congratulations! Now you may indulge in all the finest things you'd missed out on, my fiery companion. I'm sure you have plenty of pent up energy you'd like to unleash." He winked.

Karlach looked a little embarrassed, placing the cleric down and scratching the back of her neck.

"Well...perhaps. With the right person."

"Karlach! You no longer burn? It's a miracle!" Wyll seemed delighted on her behalf, coming forward with his arms open. The tiefling practically crashed into him, her desire to hold all her friends finally a thing she could do. "Oh, quite the grip. Please remember I am merely human, despite my horns." Wyll gave a laugh, a little strained.

"Right! Sorry." Karlach grinned as she made her way towards them, only pausing when Shadowheart caught her arm and whispered something in her ear. Karlach lit up.

"Astarion!" She pointed at the vampire who quirked a brow.

"That would be I."

"You promised me a hug, so bring it in."

"Oh Gods no." Astarion recoiled as she made quick work around the bar, and like a bull with a target, she rushed at him. The vampire scrambled to haul himself over the bar, still holding his chalice of wine, barely split, as he pointed a finger at the woman.

"I promised nothing! Do not let that Shar worshipper feed you lies!"

Tar'eon laughed as he was targeted next for a tight hug since he was the closest, squeezing Karlach back in turn, his chest warm. Astarion sighed and rolled his eyes, going for a sip of wine before it was plucked from his fingers by Wyll. He made to protest, to tell him to get his own, when he felt hands pull his arms back, holding him tight in a restrictive lock.

"You- Lae'zel?!"

"It's you or me." She said lowly, eyes narrowed at Karlach like she was a beast and Astarion gasped.

"And here I thought we were friends, Lae'zel."

"You fear me. I smell it on you."

"Well, okay then. A little rude, if you ask me, sniffing it out like that." Astarion was so distracted by the githyanki that he didn't notice Karlach's approach until he was released, toned arms wrapping around him and picking him off his feet. "Hells! Put me down!"

"I'm so glad we're friends, you prickly little vamp."

"I will bite you!"

"Still wouldn't suggest that." Karlach laughed and placed him down, the vampire smoothing out his outfit like a cat cleaning itself after being manhandled by an overtly loving owner.

"Gods. I can't even enjoy a spot of wine in peace with you lot." He turned back to get his chalice back from Wyll, but it had been put into Lae'zel's hands, the githyanki giving a sniff before drinking it down. She frowned.

"This is awful. Weak too."

"I prefer ale myself." Wyll agreed.

"You people have no taste!" Astarion cried and huffed back over to Tar'eon who looked nothing short of amused. "You traitor. Letting them manhandle me like that."

"We both know if you really wanted them to leave you alone, you'd make it so." Astarion scoffed.

"You don't know me." He turned his head away from the man, stealing the bottle of wine while he was at it, talking a deep drink from the lip. He shivered when hot air caressed his pointed ear, swallowing the wine down.

"I know you so well it scares you, ph myirz." He could hear the smirk in his voice and kept his mouth shut, taking another drink and licking his stained lips.

Maybe he did. And yes, maybe it did scare him. A lot. But nobody but himself had to know that.

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[unluckyhoneybee]

The handsome artist. 22. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Moments of them. A view of the relationship.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: A cabin in the coast.

Note: this part is kind of special to fill a bit the gap between the previous and next one.

Daniel doesn't want to leave Abi's side and has problems with it.

I opened my eyes with a strange buzzing. I looked around. Daniel was laying face down, snoring softly with his hand hanging from the bed.

"Dan..." I tapped his shoulder. "Danny, babe."

He groaned and covered his face with the sheets.

"Hey... Your phone..."

I reached it.

Lewis Ham.

I picked it.

"Good morning"

"Hi, Abi." His voice sounded as sweet as always, but slightly cold and serious "Is Dan there?"

"Right here"

"Well, tell them his client is already here. He had an appointment at 9 am."

"Fuck." I groaned. "Sorry"

I looked down and Daniel was rubbing his eyes.

"It's Lewis."

He checked his watch.

"Fuck. Fuck"

He took the phone from my hand.

"Shit, Lewis. Sorry. I forgot to set the alarm"

"It's the third time..." I could barely hear him, but Lewis was so pissed.

I looked at Daniel and gasped.

"Dan!" I couldn't believe it.

"I'll be there soon, mate."

"You better be"

Daniel tried to get up and dressed fast.

"Daniel Ricciardo if you are late to work again..."

"I know, I know. Sorry"

He pecked my lips.

"See you for dinner?"

"Of course, honey. Good luck with Lewis!"

"Bye bye"

It was only 3 or 4 days later and another accident when Lewis came to the shop.

"Hi, Lewis."

"Hey, Abigail"

"Can I help you with something?"

He leaned on the counter and sighed.

"How do you tell an idiot that he is an idiot with flowers?"

"Someone special?" I answered giggling.

"Yeah, kind of."

"A friend?"

"Yep" He smiled.

"Well, I have all of these plants." I showed him a list.

Lewis gasped and smiled so big.

"I was joking but know I adore you even more"

I laughed.

"Could do arrange something for me?"

"Yeah, obviously. Just choose a couple of them"

"I like these three."

"Purple. A beautiful way to tell your friend they suck"

He giggled.

What I wasn't expecting was to find the very same bouquet I made in the studio only a few days later when I was picking Dan up for lunch.

Daniel looked at me with an arched eyebrow when I started laughing.

"So you did it?"

I was cry laughing when Lewis came out of his studio. HE laughed too.

"A fantastic job, Abigail"

"Thank you very much. And why does my idiot boyfriend deserve this meaningful bouquet?"

"Care to explain, Dan?"

Daniel was frowning and blushing, his arms crossed on his chest and that only made us laugh more.

"I keep arriving late because I'm to comfy with you in the mornings"

Fighting is normal in relationship but it makes the difference how you solve it.

I got a call. Another one. The day was exhausting.

"Charlotte's Garden, how can I help you?"

"Abi, love, it's me."

I sighed when I heard Daniel.

"Hi"

"Hey, are you coming for dinner? Mike..."

"Fuck. I forgot" I groaned and leaned on the counter.

"How is it? We told Michael..."

"I forgot, Dan. I forgot" I snapped.

"Wow. Hey, calm down. I was just asking"

I covered my eyes and sighed. Fucking shit.

"Come please, he has gone to the grocery store this morning and has been cooking. He is expecting you to be here when he comes back from work."

I bit down my lip to not sob. I still had some work to do on the shop. I had to leave things done for tomorrow. My muscles were sore and was exhausted. To Daniel and Michael's I still had a long drive across LA's traffic. And then tomorrow I would have to wake up earlier to be on time. And it was already the third night this week that I would spend at Danny's.

"Fine. See you" I hang the phone and sobbed.

When I arrived, I had a killing headache.

"Hey, what was that on the phone" He said after kissing my forehead.

"What?"

"You left me with the words hanging."

Daniel was tense, he had wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"It was nothing."

I walked around him and left my things on the sofa.

"Is there something I can help with?" I asked trying to avoid the topic as much as I could.

"Talk to me. Why are you so cold?"

I looked at him and my eyes clouded with tears.

"Cold?"

"Yes. Cold" He crossed his arms.

"I'm not cold"

"You are. This is not my Abi" He said with a tiny smile that was only meant to make me feel calmer. It didn't. It was the last drop...

"This is you Abi! Your Abi is so fucking exhausted and has worked so much today. She has gone to 4 different house to fix rich people's disasters. To fix Karen's mess because her stupid chihuahua has been digging holes. It's not my fault, Karen! And your Abi has been working more hours than she should because half of the city had decided to propose, have babies or I don't even know what else. And I'm so fucking exhausted. I spent the whole day driving around the city. And my head is killing me, my back is killing me, I cut my finger only a little bit but it made me cry and the last thing I wanted to do was driving here and having to wake up earlier tomorrow to be on time at the shop because I don't know if by Saturday I'll even be able to get up from bed." I was panting and crying. I was feeling even more tired. "And don't ask why I didn't tell you. Don't ask. Because I didn't even have time. I came here yesterday and the day before and you were so happy telling me about that new project. I simply couldn't and..."

He cupped my cheeks and I gasped, feeling frozen because of the sudden move.

"Shh... I understand. I understand." His shooting tone made me close my eyes. "I'm so sorry I didn't see this. I'm really sorry I made you come here. And I'm sorry I didn't visited you more often at the shop this week."

"Hug me" I whimpered with a thin voice.

"Come here, babe"

Having told him all of that made me relax. Then he hugged me and I hugged him and everything was suddenly better.

"Up baby"

Daniel lifted me from the floor and I wrapped my legs around him.

"It's fine" He whispered as I cried on his neck. "it's fine, love"

I felt him sitting on the sofa and I sobbed harder when he covered me with a blanket I had crocheted for him.

"I'm so sorry. We will have dinner and go to sleep, and tomorrow I'm going with you to the shop and help you until I have to go to mine"

"No..."

"Not a question, love."

He threaded his fingers on my hair and hugged me tighter with his other arm. He was so warm, so welcoming. I felt calming down slowly and the soreness in my muscles disappearing a bit.

Then I heard the door opening but didn't had strength to lift my head.

"Hi... Oh. Is everything fine?"

I closed my eyes and just waited for Danny to speak. Pretending to be asleep for Michael was so much easier.

"I'm in idiot. Just that" He said playing with my hair. His voice sounded so low, I knew he was feeling horrible. I could picture his sad big brown eyes on my head.

Michael didn't say anything else but he patted Dan's back. I heard him walking away. Once I was sure Michael was on his bedroom, I sighed.

"You are not an idiot" I whispered. Daniel only hugged me tighter and kissed my shoulder.

"I love you so much"

"I love you too"

He cupped my cheek and made me look at him.

"What about a cool stay in date tomorrow night. You and me, your comfy sofa and tons of take out food"

I smiled and nodded.

"Okay"

"Yeah?"

I kissed his lips.

"Can we order from Yuki's?"

"It's Pierre's restaurant too"

"We both know that Pierre hasn't touched a pan on his life"

He kissed my nose.

"That's true yeah"

Danny gets ill.

"Hey"

I looked up.

"Mike! How are you?"

I hugged him.

"I'm good" He showed me the bag he was carrying. "But..."

"Meds"

I frowned and took them.

"For the flu"

He nodded

"Why are you buying meds for the flu in Santa Monica?"

"Well."

I sighed.

"Danny"

He nodded.

"He is stubborn. I almost had to lock him in the house."

"Fucking shit. I told him to not swim the other night" I groaned.

"Oh, so that's it..."

"Yeah. We went to have a walk in the beach and he thought the best was to swim. And it's wasn't a warm night."

"He didn't want you to know"

I sighed.

"But don't get angry"

"I won't. Don't worry. I know he probably thinks tomorrow will be a new day"

"I'm sure it will not"

I chuckled.

"Thank you for telling me, I will go"

"Thanks Abi"

When I closed the shop and arrived to their home, Michael opened the door and sighed.

"I swear he is like a child"

When I walked inside the living room, he was sitting under a blanket and looking at the TV.

"Did your order the burgers I told you?"

"No, chicken soup." I said lifting the soup I had brought with me.

Daniel looked at me with big eyes and gasped.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, a little bird told me someone was ill and being stubborn as fuck so..."

"Michael..." He groaned.

"Sorry mate. I knew she would get you to have your meds"

I chuckled.

"I'll warm the soup." Michael said leaving and going to the kitchen.

I walked to Daniel and he crossed his arms on his chest.

"I'm fine. I'll be better tomorrow" His voice was so raspy and his eyes looked glassy. The tip of his nose was red and his lips were dry.

"You look like shit, honey" I sat next to him. "You won't be okay tomorrow if you don't have some meds."

"I'm telling you I'm..."

"Dan" I took his hand. "It's okay. You swam on the sea when I told you to not to and you are ill now. It's fine".

"You were dying to say that, weren't you?" He said smiling and leaning his head back on the couch.

I nodded giggling and leaned over him. Gently I pressed my lips on his forehead and frowned.

"You are burning, sweetheart" I said caressing his cheek.

"I feel like shit."

"Have those meds, please"

He said.

"Mike is a clever man"

I smiled and got up. Soon I was back. "This is for the fever and it will help with the headaches. And this one is for the cough."

He swallowed those pills and sighed.

"I'm hungry but my throat is killing me"

"That's why I brought the soup."

Dan, Mike and I ate together on the kitchen. Poor Daniel was weak and barely had stomach for half of the plate, but Michael said it was the first thing he ate since he had a coffee in the morning so I was pretty satisfied.

Then Daniel got up.

"I'm going back to the sofa for a bit" He pointed.

"Okay"

Michael and I cleaned everything.

"You won't be able to get into the bed though."

"No problem"

When I went back to the living room, Daniel was laying on the sofa, on his side and covered with a big fluffy blanket.

"How many teddy bears had to die to make that blanket?"

He chuckled.

"Any, it's faux teddy bear fur. Cruelty free".

I smiled.

"Do you want some cuddles?"

He nodded.

I jumped on the sofa with him and he nested on my chest, his body being trapped between mine and the back of the sofa.

"I like the sofa more than the bed. It feels so warm in here. The bed is so cold and lonely".

I caressed his curls and kissed his forehead. The temperature was lower, but he was still warm.

"Well, you won't be alone in the bed anymore"

"How much are you staying?"

"For as long as you need me"

He hid further under the blanket.

"You have to work"

"You cna always come home with me if you feel better enough."

I felt his smile.

"Charlotte is a wonderful nurse"

"Okay..."

I kissed his forehead and ran my fingers over his black curls.

"Rest for a bit, honey" I whispered and closed my eyes too.

Danny learns the art of plants.

Some weeks were more busy than other. This one, after some influencer's video came out, half of the city wanted to fill their houses with pothos and other similar plants to make it look like the jungle.

"Like this?"

"Press your hand around it a bit more" I said guiding Danny's hands on the soil.

He was quick learning and while Charlotte attended the shop, we were working at the back.

"Okay"

I kissed his shoulder and walked away to get more pots.

"Baby"

"Mhm"

"How does a Zamioculca zamiifolia looks like?"

"Many leaves! It's tagged as ZZ plant"

I was so nice to have him around. He was good at it, he loved to play music loud and dance around as he did what I told him to.

"Here it is!"

I looked at him. He was repoting the plant so carefully. He respected my work and understood that he was a helping hand, but the care he was putting on this was perfect. He hadn't broken a single branch.

"I can feel you watching"

I smiled.

"I just love this" I walked to him and grabbed his hips. "I love having you here"

His hands were dirty and he had taken his rings off.

"You know that I love helping"

I got on my tip toes and kissed his cheek.

"Hey! Love birds! There is lot of work!"

"Sorry, Auntie" Daniel said but reached to grab my ass anyway.

"Dan!"

"Only a kiss"

And I couldn't resist. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him sweetly.

Period cramps and other problems.

I woke up already feeling like shit and that Sunday morning wasn't different. After a coffee and a chocolate croissant, I sat on the sofa for too long and did too little. But I didn't have the energy for more.

The door rang almost at lunchtime.

"Hey, love" Daniel kissed my forehead and walked through the apartment with bags. "I brought food"

I sighed. I really loved him. He was the best thing that had ever happened to me. But he had too much energy. I already felt overwhelmed. I knew he was hyperactive because he spent the morning with his friends and the bikes.

"Hey! Are you coming? I'm hungry as hell"

"Yeah, yeah."

I walked to the kitchen and he was already setting the food on the table.

"You have to come the next time. Corey took the best photos. It was so cool. There is this hill close to the beach where we always go. It's so beautiful. I will take you one day"

I nodded and walked past him to take the glasses from the cabinet

"Even Blake came." He added. "And well, we forgot to bring some snacks or something. Michael had energy ars for everyone. He had like a thousand. We were literally a group of kids cycling big bikes"

I nodded again and opened the fridge to take some water. Daniel shut up and I turned around a bit weirded out. He was blushing and looking through the window. He was fidgeting with his fingers. I frowned and stayed there in silence too. He shot a quick look and cleared his throat.

"What?" I asked.

"What? Nothing" He bit his lip nervously.

"Nothing?"

"Mhm"

"Are you sure? Because you were talking like a kid high on caffeine and now you are quiet."

Daniel swallowed the lump in his throat.

"A-are you on your period?"

I blushed even more than him.

"Yes"

"O-okay. T-there is a stain..."

I gasped and blushed harder. My face was burning.

"What?"

"Yeah. On your... ass"

"Oh no" MY only reaction was to run from the kitchen and hide in my room. The relationship felt too new for this. I knew it was stupid but I hadn't gotten good experiences before. I have been told it was disgusting.

I changed and thought about hiding until he got tired and left. But then I thought about what Jennifer would tell me and opened the door slowly. He was on his phone texting with someone.

I didn`t say anything, but he noticed me instantly.

"Hey, are you okay?" He awkwardly said.

"Um... yeah. Sorry. A little too much flow today. But don't worry. I'm gross. Why am I telling you this?" I was too nervous and couldn't stop talking.

He smiled a bit and got up. Daniel surprised me with a hug. "It's not gross, love" He kissed my forehead and then started giving me kisses all over my face. "How are you feeling?"

"Embarrassed" I confessed in a whisper.

"Okay. I think that can be my fault. I was weird before. I didn't know how to tell you"

I bit my lip.

"You don't think it's gross, do you?"

"Nop"

"Oh"

He smiled and cupped my face. "Let's have lunch and then rest a bit, okay?"

Daniel and I had lunch in the kitchen, and somehow he was so helping, he brought me my meds, he made me eat something he knew that was good, made a tea and asked if I had heating pads. All of it, checking his phone every few minutes.

I was laying on the sofa, having really bad cramps and not feeling like talking when he appeared.

"Hey, I know about this stretching that is super good for the pain. You have to..." He checked the phone "Lean forwards and..."

"Daniel"

"Yes. And I'm thinking. Do you need pads? Tampons? Or do you use... a... menstrual cup?" He was reading on his phone.

"What the fuck are you doing, Daniel?"

"What?"

"Why are you on your phone?"

He blushed and hid it behind his back.

"Nothing."

"Daniel"

"I asked for help"

"What?"

"Yeah, I texted my friend Natalie really quick for a couple of tips... and..."

I giggled. I felt something weird on my chest. Like this strange happiness growing so fast in contrast with the bad mood, the cramps put me in.

"Why are you laughing?"

"You are the cutest, Daniel" I smiled and opened my arms.

"Am I?"

"Yes. And I appreciate all of it" I took a breath. "That's not what I need right now"

"No? Natalie said this could happen, everyone is different and..."

"I want cuddles. And maybe that heating pad"

He smiled proud of himself.

"I can give you that"

Ten minutes later, I was getting comfortable on the sofa with him, hidden under a blanket and with Daniel spooning me. His hand was keeping the pad in place while his other arm worked as my pillow.

"Hey" I said.

"Mhm"

"Thank you very much. I was really irritated when you came, but this is perfect."

He kissed my cheek and brushed his nose over the side of my face. "Are you feeling better?"

"I am"

"No cramps?"

"They are there, but now I'm relaxed."

"I'm glad to hear that"

Sometimes being there is enough.

Burnout. That's what I saw when I opened the door. As on many other days, when my shift at the shop ended, I drove to Ham&Avo, finding Lewis doing the numbers for the day and Roscoe patiently waiting for his dad to finish his work. He had told me to go upstairs and there, I had found Daniel in front of a big piece of paper, headphones on and a quite dark drawing in the making. His shoulders were tense and he had bags under his eyes. He had told me about this project days ago. The appointment was in a few weeks but the client was someone important that had also gotten other tattoos with them. It was big and would cost a few hundred, so it had to be perfect.

Daniel looked so tired, sore and stressed. He groaned and his head fell down. I walked closer and slowly reached my hands forward. He relaxed the moment they fell on his shoulders and he leaned back on my body. I leaned and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and turned his face, but didn't say anything. I kissed his forehead and he closed his eyes again.

Knowing which was the most sensitive spot, I kneaded my fingers on the knot his shoulder's muscles had. He groaned and reached back. His hand carefully caressed my shin as a thank you.

I don't know how much time we spent like that, but at some point, I thought he had fallen asleep. Pushing the headphones off his ear, I whispered his name.

"mhm"

I kissed his cheek.

"How about a break?"

He shook his head. "I have to work for a bit more"

I sighed.

"Okay"

"Are you staying?"

He looked at me with those big brown eyes.

"Of course"

"Thank you"

So I sat there with him and observed, smiled when he pull his things closer to me and opened my arms for him when he groaned frustrated and let himself fall with me.

Daniel cuddled with me but kept his eyes on the drawing.

"Do you think it's good?"

"I do. It's dark, but it's amazing" I said admiring his art. His ink-stained fingers moved between mine.

"I want her to like it" He said. "This is the biggest piece she has. She is like an expert on this. And she chose me over Lewis."

I wrapped my arms tighter around his body and he threaded his legs with mine.

"I'm sure she will love it. Plus, she is an expert, she chose you over Lewis because she knew you would be a better option. This piece suits your style so much. It's perfect"

I ran my thumb over his piece.

"I couldn't do it without you"

I smiled and kissed his lips.

"I do nothing"

"You are here"

I closed my eyes and switched my position to be even closer to him.

"You are also there for me"

We locked eyes.

"I think that's wonderful" I said. "To have someone for you the same way you are there for them"

"I think it's amazing."

A pet.

"Did you see that?" I said as we drove past some bins in the streets. It was late and we were coming back from Blake's flat.

"No, what?"

"Stop"

"Why?"

"I saw something"

He stopped the car on one side of the street and I opened the door. "Where are you going?"

Daniel obviously followed me running down the street. And there just where I had seen it, a box moving.

"What is that? Racoons?"

"I don't think so" I knelt and opened the box. Inside, a pair of big blue eyes looked at me.

"Oh shit" Daniel fell on the floor with me.

"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here alone?" I took the little cat in my hands and pulled it closer to my chest. It was orange and had a shorter tail. It meawed desperately.

"Maybe it lives here. We should wait to see if the mum appears" I hopefully said.

So we did. We sat on the floor with the cat for too long. It was two a.a. and the mum hadn't appeared yet.

"I think someone dropped it here" Daniel said with a sigh.

I looked at the cat sleeping on my lap and then at my boyfriend.

"Why would they?" I said pouting. The cat was so small and cute.

Daniel hugged my shoulders.

"Because they are a bunch of cunts." He whispered and touched its little head.

I looked at him.

"I can't go and leave it here"

"I know" He said smiling. "Let's go then. We will find a 24h vet"

A smile grew on my face. "Really?"

"Yeah. Let's go."

An hour later, we walked out of the vet with a bag of bottles and powder for the baby. We had learnt it was a boy and was only a few weeks old. He had gotten a little medicine because the vet suspected he had been alone for longer than he should have. She said the kitten was lucky.

"How are you naming the little boy?" Dan asked once we climbed the stairs in my flat.

"I don't know..."

He touched the cat's name.

"Maple" He said.

I smiled.

"I love it"

"Yeah?"

I smiled and nodded. He kissed my lips.

"Welcome home, Maple" I said.

The kitten was sleeping on the middle of the bed once I got to bed.

"Is he sleeping there?"

"He needs heat"

"The vet said you could use a heating pad"

"Maple has been alone in the streets, he is not sleeping with a heating pad."

Daniel sighed and laid on the bed.

"I'm not a cat person"

I gasped and looked at him.

"Why didn't you..."

"Shh. Because you are. And I can take it for as long the little guy don't scratch me or something"

I looked down at Maple and then at Daniel.

"I will raise my kid well"

"I know you will. Plus. The cat suits your aura. What is a plant shop without a cat?"

I giggled.

"Charlotte will freak out"

"Doesn't she like cats?"

"She loves them"

This contains a spoiler so open it under your own judgment. We have much more cuteness coming so soon.

Thank you very much for the suggestions, ladies (gn). I didn't answer to not make spoiler to everyone, but I loved them.

Next part: To feel loved.

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✾ pairing : college!oikawa tooru x reader

✾ warnings : suggestive, almost naked oikawa lmao, my lack of word's choice, grammar suck, possibly ooc oikawa

✾ request : yes / no

✾ word count : 1k++

✾ summary : you decided to pay for oikawa's help previously, but a little incident happened

✾ notes : please reblog if you like this ❤

part 1 part 2

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"aah~ finally our work is done~" you stretch your body, feeling every joints in your body that was stiff becomes better. the sun is ready to set, meaning that all of you have to go home now.

"thanks for today, guys! and for your lab reports, the deadline is Thursday next week! good bye and have some rest~" your lab assistant close the today's lab work. you and all of your classmate quickly tidy your things up, make sure that nothing left behind, then start lining up to leave the lab. you take off your lab coat, fold it neatly, then put it in your bag.

"what's your plan after this, Y/N?" the three of you walk out from the building, the street lights around you are already turned on, even though the sun haven't set yet.

"hmm, I don't know~ maybe I'll come to oikawa's house to pay for his... uh, thing." your friends laughed when they see your face becoming red from embarrassment.

"awww, you're gonna pay him with what? money? or... other things?" hana's eyes glinted with mischief when she said that. you're now blushing more furiously, smacking her shoulder in your embarassed state.

"no! i-i... I'll probably gonna come to a cafe and pay him a dinner or something. but definitely not the thing that you think!" you babbled, trying to make some excuses. your friends laughed again, still trying to tease you.

"well, I know this new cafe in around your neighborhood! it's a couple cafe, where every couple have a room for themselves! it's good for you, right?" keiko show her phone screen to you, showing a really cute cafe that honestly suit you and oikawa's taste.

"but–but it's a couple cafe! what if he thinks that I like him and then get weirded out after that? I can't loose our friendship!" you asked nervously, now fiddling with your necklace's pendant. that necklace is really precious to you. oikawa give it to you went you turn 15. you always used it, although you hide it in your clothes so he won't know. now, everytime you feel nervous, you find yourself fiddling with the necklace's pendant.

"oh, c'mon, Y/N. you've been liking him since, what, elementary school? so now it's the time to confess to him!" keiko tries to cheer you up, patting your shoulder to give you some support. hana hug you from the side.

"we believes in you, Y/N. you're smart, a good student, a nice girl, and you're really pretty! oikawa is a dummy if he didn't like you!" now hana started to preach you like you're some of goddess, and that's really makes you embarrassed.

"thank you, guys. for your support. I uh... I'll try it." their eyes went huge from excitement and the hugged you tightly.

"finally! you go, girl! I'm rooting for you. and if he's hurting your heart, I swear I'll rip his body apart tomorrow." you laughed at keiko, waving your hand since the three of you have a different path to go home. hana nodded at keiko's word.

"i'm agree! bye, Y/N. may the odds be ever in your favor!" the three of you laugh, then you started to walk to your house. but, the thing is, if you wanna go to your house, you have to pass oikawa's house first. and after all of today's events, the last thing you want is meet oikawa.

but you brace yourself. you take a deep sigh, then press the bell.

"please wait~" you heard oikawa's mother replying to your bell. a few moments later, the door opened. and you see oikawa's mother instantly lit up when she finally see who's in front of her.

"Oh, Y/N! it's really nice to see you! what's brought you here? come in!" she lets you in with a warm smile. you nervously smile back to her.

"is tooru here, mother?" you ask while you take your shoes off. oikawa's mother nod.

"yeah, he's in his room! but he seems a little bit strange after went from campus, though. he doesn't answer when I called him and he always look like he's spaced out. I wonder what happened..." you blush a little bit when you heard that. you surely know what happened.

"oh, really? then, i-uh.. I'll go to his room." you said, hugging oikawa's mother.

"sure, sweetie. take your time there! please help me to repair tooru's mind!" oikawa's mother laughed, and you can't help but laugh a little bit too.

the path to oikawa's room strangely look far today. it's usually not this far, tho. maybe it's because your mind started to become crazy from all of your class and lab works.

you finally arrived, knocking his door.

"tooru? I'm coming." like usual, without waiting for his answer, you open his door. and things won't changed anymore, right? you two have been doing this since childhood, tho. but you're wrong, because--

"wait no!!" oikawa screeched when you open his door, revealing him, in the middle of the room, almost naked. his fair skin and brown hairs are wet, indicating that he just done showering. the only thing that cover him is a sheer scarf–yours, you've been wondering where it went for weeks–in his crotch area. he definitely panicked and grab whatever the closest thing beside him.

your body freezed, but your eyes wandering. you took a moment to look at his body. his semi wet hair, that made his flustered face looks cuter than usual. his long and sexy neck with his adam's apple, that suddenly looks more prominent, went up and down heavily. his broad and big tiddies makes you drool a little bit. and you swear you can also see water flowing seductively from his chest to the sidelines of his abdominal muscles.

"OHMYGODI'MSOSORRY!!!!" you finally snapped from your thought and closed his door. your face is now red and hot. damn, since when he became so hot and sexy?!?!??! is this the result of him and iwaizumi become a gym buddy and went to gym at least 3 days a week?!???! and what the hell happened with today?!??!

minutes goes by, now you're in his room. both of you refused to look at each other, feeling flustered and embarrassed.

"i-uh... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to--" oikawa shake his head. even though he still feel embarrassed, he know that it's an accident.

"uh.. so.. why are you here in the first place?" ask him, hoping that it'll make you ease your self. it's not.

"um... I wanna repay you for... for your help earlier." you said meekly. now both of you becoming more embarrassed. silence fill the room once again.

"my uh.. my friends tell me that I should take you to a dinner. so, they recommend this new cafe in our neighborhood. do you wanna go there tonight?" you finally ask him. your hand fiddling again with your necklace's pendant. and oikawa didn't answer. it makes you really sure that he's gonna reject your invitation. but when you finally look at him, you see his face was red and he was speechless. and that makes your heart skip a bit.

"dinner.. like--like on a date?" he finally said something, and you swear that his voice trembled a little. you nod your head, and oikawa's stomach now full of butterflies. how could he not?

first of all, you, his crush since kindergarten, ASK. HIM. OUT. ON A DATE. NOT AS A FRIEND. second, you just saw him almost naked, and you're practically eye-fucking him for a moment. of course his heart is not daijoubu. and the last but not least, ISN'T THAT THE NECKLACE THAT HE GAVE YOU WHEN YOU'RE 15?!? YOU STILL WEAR IT?!?!? god, if he died today, he's gonna die happily.

"uh.. sure. today, 7 pm?" he answered. when he see you blush at his word, suddenly he becoming bold. he take your hand, caressing it a little bit then kiss the back of your hand.

"wear something in my seijoh's uniform color, okay?" he said in a low voice. you nod with a dreamy look, then excuse yourself to go home, stumbled a little bit when you open his door.

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here is another oikawa x reader fic

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Chapter 1 : Introducing Daniel "Bread" Lima

The new partner of the Dagger team.

Author's Note: Hi everyone, I hope you are doing wonderful right now. This warning is quick. I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes or mistakes about anything in this story. I am open to criticism and suggestions. I'm not new to writing but this is the first time I've written publicly for Tumblr, so I just hope you're kind and enjoy well-told stories. The story I created tries to fit in real details about the characters that I didn't create like the aviators, however, this ends up being my vision of them that will eventually change since the purpose of this story, which will be long, is to tell how the dagger squadron feels attracted to the newcomer who seems to be the mix of everything they particularly and intimately like and how this interest affects the group. I tried to write a mature and consistent story about varied spectrums of this relationship and I'm counting on you to read it and give your opinions with all due respect. That said, good reading.

Author's Note 2: I may be making a beginner's mistake and forgetting a lot of things, like tags, but I can't help but mention @fangirlvibez (you are amazing) who hasn't even read the story and is already waiting for updates, I'll try to be assiduous at least once a week.

It was already well past sunset and what Daniel needed after the trip was something to drink. It was hot that night, and it was the best idea to get to know the neighborhood, or rather the city. His previous boss assigned him to complete this team as a member and they appeared to have been working for just over a year after an “impossible mission”. He had little information about the mission, which despite being difficult, was a great success if not counting After the setbacks, Captain Maverick was teaching the airmen and this was a good opportunity for Daniel. He called his only contact on site, and how lucky he was. In the contact list, Captain Pete "Maverick" Mitchell called him without much ceremony , after all, the next day he would be presenting himself as his assistant and student. Daniel, despite having a certain reputation as an aviator, having three confirmed kills, could not boast as they were all confidential missions and he only knew that Maverick publicly shot down five in addition to having He had been an aircraft test pilot. He obviously had a lot of questions. But when Maverick took him out on the other side in such a friendly manner, he preferred that those not be his first impressions of the aviator who would probably be his wingman until the end of that year.

"Yes, I arrived this afternoon, I already unpacked everything in record time, and of course I'm anxious but really, I just needed to relax. Do you know any place, a bar or spot to enjoy before the hard work tomorrow?" Daniel subtly faked a laugh to show that he needed it, that it was half true. He was interested in the drinks, but the captain's company would be a great aggravating factor, he could find out about all pending matters since the captain seemed to be quite reckless even with so many exploits under his belt.

"I have the perfect place in mind but you'll have to get there alone, consider it a reconnaissance mission. No need to report back to me at the end, I'll go as soon as I can to see someone there too, Penny. She can help you if If you're nervous. She's an incredible, beautiful woman and we're convincing ourselves that our relationship is going great. But you don't need to tell her about me. If something happens or you get nervous, count on her. But here's some advice: Be yourself and everything will be fine." His deep laugh was more than enough to determine that he would probably let you deal with that situation alone after it arrived.

Daniel dressed very casually, trying to look like a civilian tourist. Tight pants, simple but shiny shoes and a long-sleeved, high-neck t-shirt. Combed hair and thick glasses. Besides a perfume, you never know when he might win over someone decent tonight.

Maverick was direct when he sent a message on his cell phone indicating the location of the Hard Deck, where civilians and airmen played at tables, drank and listened to great sounds at the same time. It was perfect just stopping at that. But the message indicated that the Dagger squad would be there. Excellent.

After 20 minutes you paid for the Uber ride and said goodbye to the driver, showing her the five stars. She wished her a good night and good luck, which Daniel responded with a chuckle before turning towards the bar.

The Hard Deck was brawnily charming even from the outside. Music was playing loudly, before the beach, and it was hard to miss. you could feel the fun energy the place had from afar, Daniel was in love with the place. A few more steps and the new mission began. Identify the entire squad until Maverick arrives. And there Daniel was almost about to enter when the door opens and there are two airmen, in that unmistakable and tight khaki uniform, carrying a complaining man and throwing him against the sand. One of them was tall with dark skin, very presentable with a friendly and intense face at the same time and the other was a shorter blonde, with a classy pose and an impeccable smile rolling a toothpick between his lips. They said something about not having paid for the drinks and were going back when they saw and greeted Daniel in a cordial, polite way, but it was possible to feel that there was a “snack” in the way they took their steps back to the bar. Before the door closed, Daniel saw them both look back with familiar laughter and the blonde patted the brunette's chest with an air that said “Today we're going to get along”. They smile when they notice Daniel entering right behind, but different from what they expected or not, Daniel goes straight to the counter hoping to find a familiar face.

Daniel greets the woman at the bar, beautiful and starts scanning the bar, already noticing a small variety and when he was putting his cell phone on the counter his gaze quickly passes by the woman at the bar watching you, the bar attendant has a smile shaking her head and Looking into Daniel's eyes, she points to a sign next to her and Then to the bell above her. on the sign “Anyone who disrespects a lady or the Navy…”

You thank her for the warning and smile at her.

"Yeah, I don't want to play the 'I'm new in town' card yet, so I'll just thank you for the warning and order a whiskey and then something stronger to lift my thoughts after all the alcohol. I'm waiting for a colleague who will introduce me everything. I can stay here and watch the movement if it doesn't bother you, I want to meet them." You say pointing to a pool table full of aviators around a game.

"If you like, my partner will arrive soon. And he can even help you with that, he's their instructor."

"No kidding, you're Penny. Wow, you're even more beautiful than I imagined. Captain Maverick can't find any more adjectives to fill you with quality. He's crazy about you and now I understand why. I'm the rookie who came to join a mission. I need more experience with this team and the legendary Maverick." You finish and the woman thanks you for the cheap exposure, giving you space to start studying her before Maverick makes his entrance. Penny engages in the conversation like a good listener, until she is satisfied with confirming what she heard from Maverick.

"Newbie?! He seems pretty humble from what Pete told me. You did well at the gym and are here recommended by your superiors to participate in their new plan. I'd say I'm pretty curious about what else you know how to do up there and here. Until then, all I heard were rumors but you confirmed everything, except for some that you seem to insist on humility. Better be prepared for them, they've heard too much from Maverick about you. Like you're super good in bed according to your colleagues on the old team. Words from Maverick.”

“Oh my God, he didn’t spread it. Obviously it's an invention. I'm not so-” Daniel was in the middle of his defense (or burial) when she points to the pool table surrounded by more of those aviators after a taller one in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses and a small, neatly trimmed mustache walks in. in the mess. Penny completes the vision with her comment: “It's not me who needs to make these lame excuses, it's them who are curious about the captain's mysterious assistant who is as good at shooting down jets as he is in bed. Let me try to help you by talking about them. ”

“Okay Penny, it starts with who’s leading that game.” Penny hears his plea and follows his gaze to the table. The boastful and arrogant blonde has a cue sliding across the pool table, calculating the best angles for his shot when he looks away for a moment just to give a sighing smile of triumph, and soon Daniel notices the clear gaze on him, as if I knew I was watching his skill in that game and then he turned his gaze to the table, taking a firm shot, hitting the ball in a corner, disappearing with two and extending his hand in the air to celebrate hitting the brunette that Daniel saw earlier. They seemed too friendly between them. Daniel took the opportunity to look at the second one there, the dark-skinned one.

He was carrying three beers, he replaced one for the dominant one on the table and took a sip looking at Daniel, giving a smile then even offering a quick wink and turned his gaze to the table already raising the drink to a couple who were watching the game, the The shorter one was discussing the game with another in a restrained way. This first one had his hair cut very short and his young features gave him a boyish look if he matched the guy behind him, dark-skinned and tall with a thin mustache who offered another drink to a woman with her hair tied tightly in a bun that looked like Entertained in the game as well as the duo that commented next to her, she was in front of another of them, a blonde with thin glasses who seemed very interested and shy in a way. To finish the quick trip through the bar, there was that other tall guy with a peculiar mustache, an open flowered t-shirt and aviator glasses that differed from everyone who was wearing a khaki uniform, he and two others further away, one being tall and frowning and the other a little taller. short with a nicer face and a woman and a young Asian man far away drinking. It wasn't so easy to distinguish everyone, but when Penny approached the counter to refill her glass, you ordered a beer and asked her to bring a round to the group.

"It's those over there, the Dagger squadron that I'm going to start working with tomorrow. It looks like an interesting team. I didn't have photos of them as I wanted to meet them all in person, and I also only had a basic description of each and an aviator resume. Would you like to help me putting names to faces? I would really appreciate it. Maverick will be arriving soon and I want to surprise him a little, since I'll be working alongside him."

Penny smiled and lifted her flannel to begin sorting out her requested beers. And she returned to their table with plenty of beers and when the guy in the Hawaiian shirt saw the drinks he seemed to question when she received a slight nod pointing towards you at the counter. He took the

drink and lifted it towards him, taking a sip, lowering his glasses in a sensual way, seeing his eyes behind his glasses, slightly sliding down his nose as he drank the beer. The bottles were taken to the pool table, where there was a group with a beautiful girl with well-tied hair, a couple with a short guy and a dark-skinned guy, there was more of a dark-skinned guy and a blonde guy who was a little shorter, very impeccable, as well as a furthest group with a woman and three other men. She moved to the corner, lifting a bottle of water and a glass of peanuts, they were for the blonde with glasses who caught her attention due to his shyness, he had already met Daniel's gaze several times but he always withdrew his curiosity and returned for half a second, following a teenage smile, it was charming.

Penny walked a little further away with the last few beers, taking one to a man in uniform with a serious face who was literally in the dark corner looking at some papers and as soon as he received the drink he immediately tried to lift the drink and greet you from there with a smile too, charming and serious, he started to get up but went deeper and disappeared into the crowd, in the direction of the bathrooms. Penny came back quickly from her round and placed the tray on the table as if it was all a chore and she hadn't gotten the hang of it.

"Let the introductions begin. Where should I begin?" Penny makes a curious smile before starting to scan the bar staff until a smile escapes. “Okay, since you made an impression on those there, I’ll start with them, so you can fit in faster.”

Penny signals to the tall blonde leaning against the table.

“Hangman, confident in his abilities both in heaven and on earth. He loves to tease, but he's not exactly a terrible person, and he's very honest about everything. Fun and flirtatious. He's even been charming us here since you arrived. Even so, be careful. His little friend is Coyote, he looks serious but is fun, friendly and lighthearted. He's always providing the group with his company and has great conversations if you get tired of some arrogant airman. He doesn't have many problems getting along with anyone, but he takes it easy.

There by their side are Payback, the tallest and shortest Fanboy, a pilot and his WSO, will love them both. They have a great sense of humor and are sharp as a team. The other pair, Phoenix and Bob, the girl is very strong and confident as she should be and it is extremely easy to talk to her, but be careful because she is not an ordinary woman, and your WSO from Lemoore, of all people can being the easiest to become close to because he is extremely charismatic despite appearing to be shy at first, but he is skilled in several areas and fast, in addition to being cute.

The one who arrived the most late and is even getting ready to go to the piano is Rooster, everyone loves him and everyone falls in love with him. It has a unique style but Maverick said it's all inherited from his father, Goose, who Pete flew with before the accident. Long story, but this guy is patient, very friendly and has other good aspects that only those who know him personally can list.

Right there you have Halo and Omaha, WSO and pilot who have been as a team since they arrived with Yale and Harvard also a pilot duo and WSO, Omaha and Harvard are sometimes walking together and could even form a duo if asked because they seem close there and their relationship is very similar to Phoenix and BOB. The last smiling driver is Fritz, it's difficult to say much about these last five because I didn't get to talk to them for a long time.

And there's his Vice Admiral Cyclone, serious and practical. He is soft spoken but knows how to be strict. Don't be too impulsive, he seems to be old school and competes with others there like Maverick, but apart from his professional appearance, he is a sweet person. I should talk to him a lot, he doesn't have much contact with the aviators but he is always watched from afar, like now.”

Daniel snorts at the amount of information.

“You'll get used to it, they're all incredible and they're great, you'll learn a lot from them and I'm sure you'll teach them more too. There will be time for that. Right Pete?” Penny comes down from the counter with Daniel to hug Pete, leaving Daniel with the drink. Pete extends his hand to greet Daniel before issuing the challenge.

“And how are the presentations going, have you spoken to any of them, or would you prefer to leave it for tomorrow?”

"I don't know Captain, I feel like I should do something but it seems like I'm at a fair with so many looks, if I may say so, their curiosity seems to exceed the professional limit. We have almost the same rank and you are a legend to me, But everything becomes difficult to take when I have the information that you've been spreading these 'stories' about me. That's not exactly true, if I may."

“Now Daniel, you don’t need to be anxious about this, I don’t doubt that you’re great in bed. It's not me who is curious to test this idea. I just received information and passed on as much as I could about you to them. I have not excluded any detail of what I heard about you. It's okay, we are human, men and we have needs, you don't need to worry about me, if that's your issue. Go there."

Daniel grabs one last beer before dragging himself off the counter, still nervous. From where he starts to approach, he already notices Hangman showing an incredible pearly smile that even brings a smile, when you pass by him, Hangman lowers his head as if in disbelief but you send him one last smile that catches his attention and you position yourself in the center . Close to Payback and Phoenix.

“You two are the least thirsty of this group.” Daniel points to the other side of the pool.

Phoenix soon says “We kind of made a bet. And everyone here had a different guess."

“And what bet was that? It seems like I’ve been well targeted now.” Daniel drinks his beer while Payback laughs.

"We wanted to see who would get your attention because they all seem to be a little interested. Which is a problem since there's only one of you."

“I still believe Hangman would take it.” Coyote stood up. “but even I was thinking I could try too."

Payback continued “I wanted to bet on you, but I have to put faith in my Fanboy” He said hitting the side of his WSO who looked down and laughed while laughing to the side. "I think Bob's charm would win this one. It was a certainty.” Bob takes a blushing look at everyone within seconds before crossing and locking eyes with Daniel.

“I-I wouldn’t be so lucky, I hate to admit it but I’m between Hangman and Rooster.”

Rooster protested from the piano: "Don't be intimidated like that Bob, you're a bad guy and we all know your skills inside and outside the fighter. Relax a little too, I confess that I would also join the game but despite everything, it's It's a matter of good taste. It might even be that our friends didn't even look at us like that but in other directions, we're not the only hot aviators in the bar."

"But let's cut this nonsense, since it's here and without judgment based on our bets, who would you take to bed tonight." Hangman sat back with open arms looking around.

“You guys are strangely confident and united, it didn't even occur to you that I just wanted to chat or play with you… But okay. I wanted to just be nice and introduce myself but I'm afraid I've been cornered with a good question." Daniel's gaze still travels around everyone before focusing on Pete and Penny who were laughing at hearing everything nearby, when his gaze met with that of the Admiral.

"Captain-Lieutenant Daniel Lima” Said the Vice Admiral, interjecting into the conversation, subtly silencing the group that widened their eyes. “Thank you for the courtesy earlier, there's no need to salute but I would like to give a proper welcome to Pete's new assistant instructor and show my availability for all your questions, as you were so friendly when you first approached. Thank you again and I am flattered and curious about your joining the squad. Welcome back Bread!”

Everyone watching silently looked at each other while Daniel sighed, slightly nervous due to the pressure he suddenly thought of in that small space. Everyone is feeling mixed emotions when Maverick approaches and raises a toast with the beer.

“A toast to the new company and the new challenges, welcome to Captain Lieutenant Daniel “Bread” Lima, cheers!” and he drank nervously like everyone else.

That's all for this chapter, I'll see you soon, maybe next week ...

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