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reidsc0nverse · 10 months

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A Rose by Any Other Name (Chapter Two)

Summary: Reader accompanies Emily to a club during a case where Spencer shows her one of his many talents with the help of the one and only Derek Morgan.

Warnings: Language (not much at all)

AN: This is based on episode 4x9 (obviously) and basically goes along with the story. Also let's pretend Courtney (the bartender) wasn't the object of Spencer's attention for his magic trick. K thanks.

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The other day when I walked through the doors of the BAU I was not expecting to be thrown into my job, but of course, it happened.

I was in the technical analyst Penelope Garcia's office when all of a sudden JJ (as she now told me I can call her) went into labor. How wonderful.

I mean don't get me wrong I'm so happy for her, but I still had a good week of training that I could've used.

That was two weeks ago, so now I'm fully in my spot as Communications Liaison, and not to brag or anything.. I'm doing pretty well.

Right now we've been working a case in Atlanta where a guy of the "Alpha Male" type would kill women that he would pick up from the local bars. The team came to the conclusion that he was getting his tips from a pick up artist that seems to be teaching his skills to other men.

They call him "Viper" and, according to Emily, he's a real treat.

"He's a grade A asshole." she huffs walking into the room of the precinct I'm in.

"That bad?" I ask and she slumps into the chair next to mine.

"He makes me wanna gauge my eyes out." She says, laughing, but clearly annoyed. So far while I've been on the team she and I have gotten pretty close and she's honestly one of my favorite people.

"I'm so glad I wasn't there." I say, shaking my head. I've dealt with one too many narcissists on a personal level so if I had to listen to a guy go on for ages about how to play hard to get with a girl or blatantly insult them to get them attracted to him I'd probably lose my mind.

"Time to give the profile" Derek says as he sticks his head in the room. Emily sighs and walks out with me to the rest of the team.

They go on giving out details to the local PD and I drone out until Spencer talks to me, or at me kind of. "I like those earrings, yeah my grandma has a lot of fake jewelry also."

PARDON?

He smiles and waves it off as not serious, which I understood he was only exemplifying what our unsub does but it didn't diminish the fact that it was funny as hell.

After the team finishes I get up and Spencer walks towards me, "Um, sorry about that. I just needed to show them what the unsub learned from Viper."

I laugh and wave him off, "No no don't apologize it's fine, it gave me a good laugh so I'm really not hurt by it."

He smiles and Hotch calls us over to where the rest of the team stands.

They explain that we need to see about more of what the unsub may have learned back at the group discussions and they hint that Emily is gonna need to go back and talk to Viper.

"Oh. Oh god, this is really gonna suck."

A little later, Emily comes to me after the team splits up with a cheeky look on her face and her hands behind her back.

"Y/NNNNN...." she drags.

"Oh god what do you want." I say playfully, already knowing what she's gonna say.

"You know, Derek is bringing Spencer as a wingman, so maybe you coulddd..."

"Fine fine, but if we're hitting the club I don't think my work attire is gonna cut it." I say, looking down at the blouse and black pair of pants I'm wearing.

She shakes her head, "Ah, no worries, I have something you might fit in." She pulls out two dresses from behind her back and hands one to me.

"So you just happen to have party wear in your go bag?" I ask, looking at the black tight fit dress now in my hands.

"We go to some interesting places." She smirks and smacks my shoulder lightly, continuing, "Come on, I'll help you get ready."

She takes my hand and we go to the PD locker room, getting changed and she gets her makeup out.

"I thought you hated this guy, now you're getting all dolled up." I tease her, she laughs and starts applying her eye makeup.

"I take every opportunity I can get to look hot as shit with a job like this. Plus, we're still going to the club." She jokes back and after a couple minutes we're done getting ready and meet up with Derek and Spencer at the car.

"Heyy, looking good ladies." Derek says with a cocky smile and Spencer waves at me awkwardly.

"How flattering." Emily says and then huffs, turning to me, "You better help me through dealing with this worm."

"Of course" I say, hand on my heart and all.

Once we get to the club we decide to split up, Derek and Spencer asking girls in the club if they've seen anyone similar to our unsub, and Emily going up ahead of me while we face this nightmare of a man.

She tells me to stay back until the right time and I watch her play her game of flirting while continuing to intrigue the man. She looks back at me when he gets a little too confident and a little too close so I walk towards them, Viper's eyes following me carefully.

The conversation goes as usual, some mindless snarky remarks tossed around as he starts discussing eye contact, more specifically pupil dilation.

"Okay fifteen seconds." Emily says in response to the eye contact that Viper has been making with me, and trying to prove a point.

"What do you see?" I ask.

"Nope, no dilation."

Viper comes quick with his response, "Ah, because you have someone else on the mind."

Do I? Maybe. I don't know. No.

Emily eyes me teasingly and the conversation between us and Viper goes stale until he gives us just what we want for the case. He gives us that our unsub is going to go for his "queen bee," the focus on all his killing.

Emily calls Hotch with our findings and I meet up with Derek and Spencer as they talk, or..bicker maybe.

"Come here pretty girl," Derek says to me, I comply, confused but still.

"Pretend she's someone you're showing the unsub to, use that magic." Derek says to Spencer, putting me in front of him, but he explains to me that apparently Spencer isn't having any luck giving the profile out to the girls at the club so now he's doing..magic?

I don't know how he's not having luck, he's an attractive guy. I would feel like girls would go crazy trying to talk to him but I guess not.

Spencer looks at me like he really doesn't wanna do this, but he goes with it anyway. "Don't worry I'll play along" I tell him and he seems comforted in that.

He begins by acting as though we've never met and asks me if I've seen the man in the drawing before, I nod no and he pulls out a pen.

"We have reason to believe he has a scar about right..here." He says, running the pen through the paper and moving it around, leaving no rips in the paper.

"Woah, woah. What? How did you do that?" I ask, inspecting the paper.

He shrugs and smirks, "A magician never reveals his secrets."

Derek laughs and pats his back, "That's what I'm talking about, pretty boy!"

After the case ends smoothly we arrive at the BAU once again and settle everything down. I go to JJ's office which is mine temporarily and get some paperwork out of the way with Emily.

"So, don't mean to remind you of Viper, but, is there someone on your mind?" She asks teasingly.

"Oh god." I groan and put my face in my hands.

She snickers and responds, "Oh so there is!"

"Maybe." I say, dragging the word out. "But I don't know, he doesn't really know me that well."

She nods, I feel like she sees right through me.

"Seems like you and Spencer kind of had a good time earlier."

I choke on my own spit, "Um what?" I say, coughing. Covering my mouth as well as the slight pink coming onto my face.

She smiles and nods her head as a tall figure walks in the doorway. "Speak of the devil." She says and walks out, I look up and see Spencer, so now she's leaving me and him alone.

His eyebrows furrow, and I wave it off.

"Hello there, Houdini." I say smiling up at him, he laughs and leans against the doorway.

"You know it's an easy trick, nothing up to Houdini's standard."

I shrug. "Eh, still impressive."

Things are quiet for a moment and there's a hint of tension in the air until he clears his throat and starts.

"You looked really nice today, by the way. Just thought I'd say." His face goes red and I smirk.

"You came all this well to compliment me?" I tease. He laughs sheepishly and shakes his head.

"No, no. I was um, I was coming to ask you if maybe you wanted to grab a coffee or something. Maybe I could show you how I really do that trick?"

He was nervous, obviously. But that didn't help the grin on my face growing and trying to hold back the blush that's definitely growing on my face.

"I thought magicians couldn't tell anyone how they do their tricks." I reply, more calmly than I thought I would've, I mean I'm just trying to play it cool.

"I can make an exception. I'll let you know, I have your number right?"

I nod and he smiles again and sticks up an awkward thumbs up, "Cool. Well, I'll see you later."

"Bye, Spencer" I say playfully and as we walks out to the hallway I peek out and see Derek standing by the doors that leave the office with a cheeky look. I can see the back of Spencer's head nod and Derek raise his arms, saying something but they're too far to hear.

Guessing Derek convinced him to go for it.

Good thing.

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I'm gonna be real and say I kinda hate this chapter but I promise it gets good. ALSO TYSM ON THE SUPPORT FOR THE LAST PART IM SO GRATEFUL UGH.

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auteurdelabre · 4 months

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Say, Thank You. Dark!Dave York x f!Reader

Rating: 18+ (y’all this is deplorable filth)

pairing: Dave York x f! Reader

Words: 6.3

Summary: After driving you home from babysitting his kids, Dave York has a proposition for you that you just can’t refuse.

Warnings: whoooeee there’s a lot here folks. Name callin’ (slut, whore), uneven power dynamic, aggressive brutal sex, dubious consent, infidelity, blow job, oral sex (both m and f receiving), spanking, hair pulling, handcuffs, come, unprotected p in v. I think that’s it… But y’all this is DARK DAVE. He is not a nice fella, especially to our MC.

A/N: Y’all please don’t judge me. I watched the Equalizer2 for the fiftieth time this year and I just couldn’t stop my tippy tappy fingers from writing out this filth with Dave York.

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You've been babysitting for Carol York for about five months before you meet her husband Dave.

Not because he's an absentee father or because he lives abroad. He just tends to work late because of his job and so by the time he gets home, you're paid and long gone. From what you've gathered he's a special type of cop.

Sometimes he gets home so late his girls are in bed smelling of strawberry shampoo and dreaming sweet dreams. On those nights he presses gentle kisses to his daughters' foreheads and crawls into bed next to his wife.

Carol is always there with open arms, curling against him and sighing that she missed him, that she wishes he didn't work so late. He kisses her forehead as well while quietly promising that he does it for their family, for their future. She always accepts this as she always will. He provides for her and the girls.

But Dave feels guilt. The kind that twists his stomach when a familiar name is written on paper given to him. The kind of thing he can't tell Carol about. The kind of horror he can't share with anyone except his fellow killers. The kind of pain when his gun turns on a familiar face and he's forced to pull the trigger, or jab in the knife.

It's him reeling from such an event in Brussels the week before that has him returning home three whiskeys full and emotionally spent. There is also a coiled anger in him, a terrifying thing that carves away at his innards leaving nothing but gleaming bone and fury.

He wasn't always like this.

He unlocks the front door to see you in the kitchen. An unfamiliar body in the cluttered landscape of his familiar suburban home.

You're oblivious to him, listening to music through your ear pods as you scrub the dishes in his sink. Your body calls out to him like a sirens song and he watches as you twist along to the music. Your just what he likes, curves in all the right places with an innocent looking face.

Feeling eyes on you, you turn in surprise to see the dark-eyed man surveying you. He's dressed as if he's just come from the office, powder blue linen shirt, navy blue slacks, Gucci belt all under a long tan raincoat. He's handsome, strong jaw, strong nose but deliciously pouty mouth.

"Oh hi," you say, eyes wide in surprise. "You must be Dave. Carol just went to bed a little while ago. She said that you'd be able to drive me home? I don't live far."

Dave stares at you a moment before breaking into a character he knows all too well. Suburban dad. Charming, kind, normal.

"Yeah of course," he says smoothly. "Grab your jacket and I'll take you right now."

You smile and follow him out to the driveway and inside the SUV you're struck by how good he smells. Like expensive aftershave and cologne. As you pull on your seatbelt and he twists the car in the ignition you can't help but admire the breadth of his hands, the deep shores of his knuckles.

You listen to the radio, humming along. Dave asks you all the polite basic questions one does. What are you studying in university? Do you like it? What's your favorite class? Are you excited about graduating in a few months? All the same boring, basic things you answer every time you go home for the holidays.

You answer politely, your eyes setting on the darkness outside the vehicle. You've given him your address so you're confused when he stops a few miles from your apartment.

"Did my wife pay you already?"

"Uh yeah," you answer distractedly glancing out the window. This area is desolate, the houses in various stages of being built.

Dave is looking thoughtfully over at your folded hands on your lap. He seems at ease, tilting back in his chair and just watching you. Forever a predator observing its squirming prey.

You however feel a quell of panic working its way through your veins. You don't like how his eyes scroll your body, gaze sloping over your curves making an invisible map of your tits, nipples hard under his heavy gaze.

"Why are we parked here, Mr. York?"

You don't mean for it to come out breathless, but it does. It's dark in the vehicle and you can only see hints of Dave in the moons light.

He turns his eyes on you in a shaft of the moons glow and this close you can see how dark they are. So dark you can see your nervous face in the reflection. You swallow at the vulgarity of this statement.

He reaches between your seats and you watch his wide hand fall to the hem of your dress. You say nothing as he slowly drags it upwards, grazing along your thighs and leaving goosebumps with every uncovered inch.

He watches this with fascination, marveling at skin he's never seen before, at shuddering breaths from the woman next to him, practically a stranger.

Finally you sit with panties exposed and your dress bunched to your hips. Dave removes his hand, still not having actually touched your skin, only the fabric of your skirt.

You feel hypnotized by his actions. They're so obviously wrong but done with such quiet intensity that speaking against them feels wrong.

He can see from here that you're soaking through the fabric of your cotton panties. A damp patch is evident in the middle, seen briefly before you drag your thighs to seal together.

"Mr. York-"

Dave's teeth clench in the face of the honorific. And yet the air around him is gentle, non threatening. Like a spider who lingers on the periphery as the fly makes itself at home on its web.

"Dave," he corrects softly.

You swallow. "I don't do this sort of thing. Not with a married man."

"I'll pay you."

You pause at the proposition, waiting to see the facade crack. Waiting for him to laugh and say he's tipsy and it's all some weird joke you'll try to forget. But he doesn't. He's watching you, his eyes swimming over your face before coming to stop at your eyes. He raises a brow, a silent urge to answer.

"Why me?"

"Why not you?"

You don't know how to answer him on that. Instead you just duck your head, giving it a shake with your face flaming at the vulgar suggestion.

Dave nods, neither angry or upset. Simply existing. He hadn't been expecting you to say yes. He supposes just saying it had been enough for him tonight because he's already hard.

"Your choice."

Except it doesn't really feel like your choice. Not really. It feels like a test that you're bound to fail if you refuse.

"I'll take you home," Dave promises and starts up the car engine again. He means it. He'll give you an extra fifty too because he doesn't think you'll be by to babysit anytime soon after this.

He puts the vehicle into gear while you think of the student loans piling up. You think of how Dave is handsome and smells good and before you can stop yourself you've taken your seatbelt off.

"Wait."

Dave looks at you, seeing the answer in your eyes. He turns the car back off and again you're drenched in silence. It feels sticky and oppressive.

"How much will you pay?"

Dave thinks for a moment, pulling out his wallet and rifling through. He pulls out six twenties and three fifties and puts them on the dashboard.

You look at that money and swallow before darting a nervous look at him.

"Are you going to t-touch me?"

"No."

His reply is flat. You look at him and then at the money. He seems genuine.

"What do you want?"

"For you to follow my instructions."

You try to ignore that you're so far away from civilization. So far away from anyone that could help you. Your phone is in your purse at your feet. But you don't think you'll need it.

"Okay."

Dave nods, indicating with his chin that you should take the money. You do so, thrusting it into your purse and righting yourself in your seat.

"Lean your back against the door and face me."

You nod, twisting until your spine hits the door. The blue night bathes you both and since you're tilted by the car window, the moonlight is streaming down and hitting your body.

Dave is still half in shadow in his seat but you can still see him hard in his slacks. You assume he'll face you as well but he remains sitting as he was when driving, simply glancing down his shoulder at you.

"Take off your panties."

His voice is a rasp and you smirk gently at them being called panties by a grown man but you do so. You slip them down your legs, curving at the waist shyly as you prepare to put them in your purse.

"Give them to me," Dave commands and you see his wide hand emerge from the shadows, palm up.

You pause, considering this before handing them over. You watch Dave shove the fabric into his pocket before settling again, his body still facing the dashboard.

You lean back against the door again, thighs pressed tightly together, skirt lowered back to your knees. You can see Dave is unimpressed with this development, breathing heavily through his nose.

"Show me your tits."

With shaking hands you lift your shirt to your throat. You lower the cups of your bra, exposing your nipples to the cold air of the SUV. His dark eyes drink this in, his mouth pursing.

"Spread your legs."

You feel you must be blushing all the way to your roots. You think of the money in your purse and with clenched teeth you let your legs part.

Dave let's his mind take this sight in. This beautiful stranger leaning against the door, her tits spilling out over her shirt, her cunt glistening as she parts her legs lewdly for him. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes bright. She's nervous. Her breathing rapid and shallow.

What a picture.

"Touch yourself," Dave says huskily. You feel your body tense but your hand slides down your abdomen, shaking fingers making their way between your soaked folds.

You're so wet.

You begin to trail your fingers over your clit and you find it remarkably sensitive. Obviously your body enjoys Dave's heavy stares even if your common sense does not. You whimper gently, arching into the sensation as Dave palms himself through his slacks.

"That's it," Dave purrs as his eyelids shutter briefly. "That's a good little slut."

This comment immediately puts you off. You've never been called a slut before and you don't care for it. You frown but then you think of the money crumpled in your purse and your fingers begin to circle your clit again.

Dave watches for several moments, shifting in his seat. He palms himself through his slacks, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"One finger."

You swallow before your forefinger breaches your cunt, slipping inside with no resistance. You give a surprised groan when you feel your body prickle with pleasure. You hadn't anticipated it feeling this good.

Dave's eyes are glued to your cunt. His mouth barely moves when he demands you add a second finger, then a third. At three the stretch is uncomfortable but not unpleasant. Your breathing is increasing, your calves tightening as you cant your hips into your hand, thrusting your fingers into your sopping hole.

It feels so much better than you expected and you attribute it to the dark -eyed man's burning gaze sliding along your body. It's performative, it's lurid, and yet you enjoy it. Your legs spread further, allowing him a better view and your mouth curls when you hear Dave groan.

You watch as his hand goes to his slacks, popping the button and drawing down the zipper. Suddenly the mood shifts and your lazy smile drops.

"Wait I...." You trail off, fingers stilling against your clit. You don't know why but you'd just assumed he'd keep his hands where you could see them.

Dave glares at you when he sees you've ceased your movements.

"Did I say stop?"

"No, but-"

"You took my money," Dave says sharply. "Now you make yourself come for me."

You panic slightly. You're not going to be able to come this way. You need to be laying down with your vibrator pressed against your clit at just* the right angle.

He won't know if you fake it.

You continue to curl your fingers within you, your lids half lowered. Dave watches this, his hand flexing before he releases himself from his boxers and slacks.

He's thick and throbbing when it catches the light. The head is beaded with precum. You swallow, watching his hand begin to stroke his cock languidly.

"C'mon," Dave grits. You're unsure if he's talking to you or himself but you move quicker, letting out little mewls of pleasure.

There's something about this illicit moment, both of you pleasuring yourself next to one another, the sounds Dave makes as he jerks himself off.

He's watching you out of the corner of his eyes, his chin jutting as he brings himself to the edge. You're just wavering though, unable to bring yourself over. You try to fake it, but you’ve never been that good an actress. Dave is red-cheeked, pulling at his cock almost angrily.

"Fucking come."

"I can't -" you groan. "I can't like this it's-"

You let out a sharp cry when he suddenly launches himself at you across the seat. You drop your hand, going to pull yourself back tighter against the door.

His broad hand slides between your thighs and you watch as two long fingers breach your cunt.

"You said... You said you weren't going to touch me," you moan, your body arching violently against his much wider fingers. And you haven’t even gotten the sentence out before you’re gasping in pleasure.

He begins to finger fuck you with one hand, the other continuing to stroke his cock. You're shamed at how easily they work within you. His thumb circles your clit, the meat of his palm grinding against your pussy.

"And you were supposed to follow instructions," Dave answers smoothly. "Looks like we both lied."

His long fingers curl within you, pulling out your pleasure whimper by whimper. You can see the head of his cock weeping. The sight of it sends a thrill through you and you buck against him.

He's grinning a shark-tooth smile at you, watching you come undone under his fingers.

"Little slut needed my fingers to come on, is that it?"

"Not a slut-" you sigh, your hands clutching at the seat. You're desperate to feel more of him. "F-Fuck! Deeper, please!"

He thrusts his fingers into you deeper, hitting that sweet spongy spot your fingers can't reach yourself. You start to cry out, sharp whines.

"Pussy drenching the fingers of a man you don't know?" Dave chuckles cruelly. "You're whimpering for more and you don't think you're a little slut?"

You say nothing to this, trying to ignore his oily smirk as he coaxes your orgasm from you.

"Say you're a little slut that needs my fingers to come on."

You want to resist, but his fingers curl again and you can see your arousal dripping down his wrist.

"I'm... I'm a slut," you whimper for him. “’N I need your fingers to come on."

Dave gives you a feral grin, nodding and stroking you both. He feels so good, his wide fingers stretching you perfectly.

He can't ask Carol for these things. She wouldn't understand the harsh language. Wouldn't understand why her sweet husband of ten years would suddenly be so dark. Couldn't possibly understand the tolls his job takes on him daily.

And you don't have to understand. You just have to do what he says.

"Say you want my come."

"I want your come," you moan, your orgasm taking you over. Dave watches you shatter under his touch, relishing how your body responds.

He kneels next to you on the car seat, stroking his cock at a wild pace as you come down. He breathes harshly between gritted teeth, cheeks a blotchy pink.

He doesn't ask your permission. He doesn't warn you. He simply strokes himself over you, releasing thick ropes of cum directly over your cunt as he comes.

You gasp at the sensation of it hitting your pussy, watching his face go from tense to languid calm. He watches his spend seep into your skin.

"Say thank you," he demands huskily.

You swallow, still dazed. "Thank you."

His breath is ragged when he tucks himself back into his slacks, sliding back into his seat and starting the car.

He glances over at you, still covered in his spend, your thighs still spread. He takes a moment where his eyes linger, memorizing this before his attention is back on the road.

"Seatbelt," he reminds you as the last fifteen minutes have not happened.

When he drops you out front of your apartment you can't even make eye contact with him. You simply walk into your apartment, wide-eyed and still smelling of him.

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It's another few weeks before he comes home to find you there. You're putting away the girls toys, humming to yourself. When he walks in the living room you freeze like an animal hoping to outwit a predator, dropping the stuffy you'd been about to put in the toy box.

"He-hello," you say. "Mr. Yo-- Dave."

Dave is just as shocked to see you. He assumed that after your last interaction, you'd be long gone. Carol always takes care of babysitting and he never really checks in about it.

He regrets that now because he wasn't expecting you. Wasn't ready to see your face and body in his house again. Didn't ready himself against the instinct that has him semi hard in his slacks already.

"Where's Carol?"

"Upstairs," you tell him swallowing. "I think she's having a shower. She asked me to clean up before I left."

He nods, seeming to fight an internal battle. He drops his suitcase beside him. You watch him walk slowly over to you before pausing, tilting his head. You realize he's listening to hear if Carol is still in the shower.

When he hears the water still running he rapidly closes the distance between you two. You stare up at his clean-shaven face; see the haunted look in his dark eyes. He seems more un-tethered than last time.

You let out a small little whimper when his hands come to cup your breasts through your shirt. He worries your nipples into little points through the fabric, humming softly when they harden in his palm.

"So responsive."

You allow him to back you against the couch. You're both silent as he seats you on the arm of it, tugging down your panties until they pool at your ankles. His fingers drag up your bare legs, grazing your inner thighs.

He can see your pupils blown wide, your chest flushed with arousal and he hides a smile at how fucking eager you are.

He pushes you gently by the shoulder and you tumble backwards until your spine is against the seat cushion, your hips angled up against the arm of the couch. You go to cover your exposed pussy, but he bats your hand away.

"Dave-"

"Shut up," he says softly.

He shoves your shirt up under your chin, letting your tits free in front of him. The nipples crinkle as they hit the air. He watches this silently.

He parts your thighs widely with his palms, inhaling as you're exposed to him. Your face is heated with both shame and arousal as he stares at it twitching there beneath his gaze.

You watch in silent fascination as he parts the lips of your cunt before a long string of his saliva drops from his full mouth into it.

You wriggle at first at the sensation, frowning and about to complain stopping only when his dark eyes capture yours in a silent command to cease.

Like a spider he crawls over your body, his dress shirt fabric brushing against your exposed cunt. His wide hands brace themselves on the cushion beside your head. With wide eyes you watch him lower his face to your ear.

"Don't act like this isn't what you wanted," he rasps. His breath is hot and insistent against your ear and you shiver. "You knew that this was inevitable the second you stepped through my front door."

He's right.

That's exactly why you've been returning every week for Carol York. Hoping for glimpses of Dave. Wearing skirts and cute underwear in hopes that he'll offer to drive you home again.

You haven't been able to stop thinking of last time. How wrong it was. How good it was.

You don't know about this though, having him spread your legs on the couch in his home while his wife is upstairs taking a shower? You weren't prepared for this.

All doubts are erased when his tongue licks a broad stripe up the seam of your cunt. You arch into his mouth, your body flushed with desire for him. When you try to touch him he shoves your hands away.

"Under your back," he orders and you acquiesce, twisting your arms and sliding your hands under your back, pressing them into the sofa cushion.

He works his mouth between your thighs hungrily, holding you down by the stomach as you arch against his lips.

"Shut the fuck up," he growls when you start to keen.

You realize that despite the sound of the shower upstairs, noise can travel in the two level home.

He's relentless, his mouth pulling your orgasm from you brutally.You grab a pillow from the couch, covering your face with it so you can whimper.

He makes you come like that, pillow over your face to muffle your shriek of pleasure. You peel it from off your face, your breathing ragged.

Dave looks down at you with your flushed face and mouth pink from biting down to stop your moaning growing too loud. He doesn't think when he grips you by the upper arm, dragging you up and over the arm of the couch again.

He pauses, hearing the shower still running.

Emboldened he whirls you from him, pressing you over the couch, your ass tilted at his hips level. He flips up your skirt baring your ass and slick cunt to him.

"This house is a fucking mess," he growls from above you.

"I-I'm sorry-"

"You're hired to do a job."

Irritation flares within you. "My job is taking care of your kids."

He drapes himself over you.

"Your job is to keep my house clean while you do it," Dave grunts against your ear. He presses your cheek to the couch, his hand gripping the back of your neck to hold you down.

You don't say anything when he nudges your ankles with his foot to widen your stance. You only whimper when he drives himself up and into you.

Your body jolts under him, your ass deliciously rippling under his driving motions. Your cunt is slick and takes him so easily is like it was made for him. He stands there, fucking you over the arm of the couch, head tilted forward.

"Take it," he murmurs, thrusting into you brutally. "Fucking take it."

And you do. You let him fuck you against the same couch he has his family movie nights on. The same couch he consoled Carol on when her grandma passed. He fucks into the body of his babysitter, marveling at how different she feels, how tight, how wet.

The sound of his bare hips against the meat of your ass makes lewd slapping noises. You can hear the shower still going and you're thankful Carol can't hear as her husband fucks you from behind.

You allow him to hold you down and fuck into you every bad feeling he's carried in recent weeks. You take it and you arch

for more because it feels good to take it. You like how it feels to take it. You don't know why he's angry and you don't care.

"Good little pussy," Dave grunts above you. "She's gonna take all my come tonight."

And you do. You take him deep, feeling him fuck it deeply into you as he bites down on the flesh between your shoulder and neck. He rocks into you a few more moments before you can feel him softening inside you.

He still has his hand on your neck and he tits your face until he sees your eyes.

"Say thank you."

You let out a shuddering breath. "Thank you."

He drives you home in stony silence. You say goodbye and he doesn't respond. He drives off as you walk towards your apartment two hundred dollars richer with his spend dripping down between your thighs.

///

"Hey there," Carol chirps over the phone a few weeks later. "We won't need you this week. I'm taking the girls up to see my sister."

"Well I hope you and Mr. York enjoy the time together," you say with forced cheer. You haven't seen Dave since that last time and you can't stop thinking about him.

You've touched yourself to the memory, drunk on reliving the stolen moments. You've tried facebook stalking him, you’ve tried to google him, devastated when nothing pops up but old grey-haired real estate agents. It’s like he doesn’t exist online.

"Oh Dave's not coming," Carol says and you can hear the disappointment in her voice. "He's got too much work stuff so he’s staying behind. It's a girl’s trip this time!"

Dave is staying behind.

You know it's a long shot but that doesn't stop you from taking the bus to the York residence that Friday night as usual. You ring the doorbell, moving anxiously from foot to foot.

Relief blooms in your face as the door opens and his handsome face peeks out. Your heart leaps because he's here, he's home.

"Evening," he says with a surprise raise of his eyebrows, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder against the doorframe. When he does that you see how the fabric strains over his muscled arms.

"Hi."

"Why are you here?"

"I thought I was babysitting tonight," you lie, your face crumpled in false confusion.

"Mhmm," Dave hums, his eyes surveying how you're dressed, how you smell like cheap perfume and the gloss to your lips. He hides a smile, seeing through your performance easily. "Carol and the girls are gone for the weekend."

"Oh I totally forgot," you claim, trying to look sincere. "Do you mind if I get a glass of water before I head home?"

"Not at all."

You head towards the kitchen, ready to sail by Dave. He stops you immediately, one wide hand falling over your shoulder. The front door closes behind you and he pushes you against it before forcing you to your knees.

"We both know why you came here."

You gaze up at him as he gathers your hair into a ponytail atop your head. The motion is almost tender. He pulls at his belt with his free hand, tugging the zipper down and bringing his hard cock out.

"Open."

You do, not even flinching when he slips his cock over your tongue, fucking into your mouth as you groan. Fucking your mouth right there at the door. Your eyes grow damp as his thick cock works against the back of your throat, making you choke.

You love it. You love how he doesn't hold back. Your mouth is stretched, your hands on his hips for purchase. He holds tightly to your hair, keeping you in place.

Dave marvels at how well you take him without complaint. How sweet you look on your knees, desperate to please him.

“Love sucking cock don’t you?”

You give a wonton moan of agreement, your eyes rolling back as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat.

He pulls you off of him, breathing heavily through his nose. His dark eyes watch the spit trail from your bottom lip to the tip of his slick cock as you look up at him concerned that you've done something wrong.

"You want more?'

You nod.

"Eager little slut," he purrs, smiling. He pulls you by the hair to a stand before pushing you gently up the stairs. He watches your ass twitch in front of him as you jog up the stairs. Your heart is hammering excitedly as you enter the forbidden sanctum of his bedroom. It’s cheery and homey and you can only assume that Carol decorated everything.

"Undress," he orders when you reach the end of his king-sized bed and you don't hesitate. You pull off your dress over your head, free of underclothes and you stand there naked and waiting for him.

He takes his time sauntering into the bedroom, eyeing your naked form at his leisure. You watch as he slowly unbuttons the cuffs of his dress shirt, rolling them up halfway to his elbows.

He moves to his dresser drawer and you hear a clattering. Your eyes widen when you see him retrieve a pair of handcuffs, but they don't look like the ones you've seen in sex shops. These look real.

He pauses, looking at you and raising them to eye level. He's waiting for you to leave.

"I'm ready."

There it is; a ghost of a smile on his lips when you say that. You say nothing more as he pushes you onto the bed or when he raises your wrists above your head, securing you to the headboard with the handcuffs. They snap around your wrists so tightly you wince.

He lowers his boxers, giving you an unobstructed view of his cock, heavy and aching and he crawls up the length of your body, his tongue dragging along your throat. He shuffles until his hips are at your chin. He takes his cock in his hand, dragging it along the seam of your mouth, playing with you.

"You still want it?"

"Yes," you pant as he drags it along your lips. Your tongue darts out to lick the tip. "Please."

"What do you want?"

"Want your cock, Dave. Please."

Dave smirks, biting his lower lip. He's turned on out of his mind. You're eyes gazing up at him, mouth ready to be stuffed with him.

Without warning he yanks back your head, thrusting his cock back into your mouth and thrusting furiously. It shocks you and you instinctively twist under him.

"Quit it," he groans angrily. "You wanted this cock and I'm giving it to you."

He tilts forward, hands gripping the headboard for momentum. He slams his hips against your face, fucking into your mouth with gusto.

"Swallow it,” he grunts out, starting a brutal pace. “Swallow my cock, little slut."

Your nose is buried in the wiry hairs at the base of his cock, warm and musky. His balls slap against your chin, his cock choking you as drool seeps out the corner of your strained lips.

He pulls out, letting you catch your breath. He's breathing raggedly, staring down at you. He fists his cock, holding it and slapping it gently against your cheek.

He pauses, tilting back and slipping his fingers into your cunt. You whimper at the sensation against your throbbing cunt. You feel him slide a finger in knuckle deep before pulling ruthlessly out.

"Think you want more," he coos, dragging his wet finger along your lower lip. "She's so wet."

As you shake your head in protest he nods his, sliding his cock back along your tongue. And while you try to deny it, the feeling of being suffocated by his cock is turning you on. You're groaning around his length, your hands twisting against the cuffs as you begin to hollow your cheeks.

"There she is," Dave grins down at you, his hips snapping over your chin. "Little cum slut."

He lets out a grunt shortly after, spilling himself down your throat. You swallow it, sucking at him, cleaning every drop. He pulls out of you, his soft length dragging over your lower lip.

"Say thank you," Dave rasps.

"T-thank you."

You watch as he peels off his clothes, his muscles rippling as he moves. You make a soft whimpering sound as he turns, your mouth in a small o as you see his cock already semi hard.

"Hope you don't have plans," he tells you serenely as he crawls up the bed towards you again. "Because you're not going anywhere."

He wraps your legs around his waist, cock erect and pushing himself into your dripping cunt. Your wrists pull against the cuffs, your spine arching. You watch as his cock slides into you, pulling out to reveal him shiny and thick. He thrusts back into you, hard.

"You're gonna stay here until I've had my fill."

He fucks you for hours in all positions through the night. Even when you're sore and begging for reprieve he pulls orgasms from you.

"I told you to fuck yourself on my cock."

"Please," you beg, tears streaming from the corners of your eyes as his belt around your hip tightens. He grips it and pulls you back against his length, sliding it between your glistening folds.

"I can't..."

He ignores you, thrusting into your soaking pussy and grunting that you wanted this, that you needed it. He tugs you back along him again and again as you grip the bedsheets and feel himself fuck deeper and deeper into you.

He watches you in the mirror over the dresser across the room. Watches your head dropped forward, your ass jolting as he rams into you from behind. He watches himself with glee as you moan under him, sex loud and squelching.

"Fucking scream for me you little slut."

And you do. You come for him, loudly sobbing his name as he grins sadistically down at you. He feels better than he has in years. All the tension, all the guilt seeping out from him into you with every orgasm.

He flips you around, flattening your body under his on the mattress. He bottoms out inside you, grunting loudly, his body heavy and warm. His mouth is inches from yours and you know he'd never kiss you.

"Spread your legs," he orders, bucking his hips into you. "More."

You hold your thighs apart so he can get better access, a new angle, a driving thrust that has you crying out. He feels so big, he feels so thick, he feels so…. Much. Too much. Too much good that has you sobbing in both pleasure and pain.

He cuffs you back to the headboard, only this time facing away so he can swat your ass, relishing in the pale pink handprints he leaves. The satisfying smack ringing through his normally subdued bedroom.

When perspiration dots his hairline he pulls you off the bed and takes you in the shower, amongst his wife's soaps and lotions. He let’s the water fall over your body, soaping your tits, squeezing them until you shriek and then fucking you against the tiles.

He makes you ride him in his bed, thinking of how he'll fuck Carol on the same sheets when she gets back. How they'll still smell like you when he does.

He watches you bounce on his hips, tits jerking and your mouth open as you crest again and again.

"Little whore," he hisses, smiling. "So eager to ride a married man's cock."

You whimper, eyes shuttering. Guilt goes through you only to be quickly replaced with pleasure as his thumb finds your over-stimulated clit. You come quickly, your pussy dripping down his cock. He's relentless, his cock still driving up into you, your body jolting.

"Beg me."

"Please give me your come," you cry raggedly, your hands flying to his as he begins to thrust you down over him, fucking into you. He watches your mingled come drip over his length and he empties himself into you with a roar, his large hands gripping your hips so tightly you know you'll find bruises tomorrow.

He finally releases you, panting and you slide down next to him on the bed, amongst the damp sheets.

Your body twitches as his knuckle drags down your spine. That's all the comfort he offers you.

When the sun comes up not long after he seems to come back to himself, as if the dawns rays are a silent alarm. He helps you get dressed, your entire body sore. He helps you into your shoes, his hands running along your calf before drawing back to a stand.

He drives you home in silence and when he parks outside your apartment and goes to hand you the money you shake your head, pushing it back to him.

"Thank you."

He smiles at this, one that doesn't seem laced with menace.

"You're welcome."

///

It's the last time you ever see him.

That last memory of Dave in his SUV driving off into the blue morning is forever etched in your mind.

When Carol calls you weeks later sobbing to tell you that Dave has been killed in action you can't speak.

She tells you that she's moving, that she's taking the girls away from all these memories.

But all you can think of is your own memories. The way Dave's eyes burned, the way his voice felt in your ear, his finger along your spine.

Months later you look at the small swell of your belly, running your hand down where your child grows.

You wonder if he'll look like his father.

#Dave Yorkl #dave york smut #dave york x female reader #dave york fanfiction #dave york #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #fanfic #smut #smut smut smut #pedro pascal smut #filthy smut #dark!Dave York

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still-a-morosexual-help · 1 year

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I CAN'T

That's was really good chapter, really good

I can feel that MC was really triggered when Belphie go for attack, body remember everything...

Also, I started to love Asmo, I mean I always love all of them, but no, Asmo plus one favorite, favorite trio😭😭😭😭

THEY'RE DIDN'T HESITATE AND BELIEVE MC, I JUST CAN'T

Sol Is awesome and I'm so glad to be here with him, I always loved him, but I didn't get enough of him, so yeah, win not only for Mammon stan, but for Sol stan, my two precious white haired grandpa

Sol is so protective of MC

That line was so powerful, where he was be like, and you think that I'm not angry? 🤗

I want to know what happened to him, I HOPE WE'LL KNOW, I need more lore, bc he was almost dead and Barb helped him, what the fuck happened between them >_<

Also, fuck you Belphie, NOT HIM TALKING ABOUT HONESTY LOL still my little meow meow

But I really interested...how Beel and Satan would react on that. Want to believe that Satan on our side. I mean, humans didn't get him, pls he's my favorite too....

13 IS MY WIFE AAAHHHHHH

she was so sweet and liked our soul, awwww

And I really feel bad for MC, I love angst for my girl, but... It's hurt. Your family doesn't know you, some of them want to kill you, and you can't make yourself to hurt them because of love, but also cant tell them that you know them and you're family :(

They may be strong in every aspect, but still.

Lucifer is not angry, but more feel betrayed and hurt, I think that's the case :(

Pls let MC get some rest, bc I'm worried bc of that promise 🙂

Also that moment with choosing side...was interesting. I love how Sol so protective of own people and how he wanted to be powerful, now everything makes sense. But a little sad, that it doesn't seem that MC with him on this. MC not attached to the own world, sometimes I feel like that they're doesn't have a place in the world bc they're not exactly human, not demon and not angel, really interesting moment

And have a good day!

Yes!! Yes! Everything you said! You basically summarised all my thoughts!

The Asmo-Levi-Mammon-MC friend group is so wholesome!!!??? I love that the three of them believed MC no questions asked! And Levi, in Nightbringer, before he gets more used to being a demon is so shy??? I want to squeeze him. And Asmo's so sweet!????? They can be mean, obviously, but it's nowhere near what they are like as fully fledged demons

The Solomon backstory and his relationship with both Thirteen & Barbatos was so good! Also Candy!! I'm so glad we got to find out more about her too

Thirteen & Solomon technically being roommates? The fact that Thirteen actually really cares about Solomon!? I'm😭 That Barbatos really cares about him as well🥺

Oh! Oh! Yes Solomon saying the you think I'm not angry line while just 😊 smiling was amazing. Man was fucking livid

He cares about MC so much, and he cares about humanity so much that if it comes to it he would fight viciously against people he has come to consider his friends and he expects MC to be the same. Because Solomon's been without a human friend/companion for so long and he finally found someone like him and he expected them to hold the same views and ideals as him because of course when you ask a human to choose between humanity and demons they'll choose humanity no matter what bond they have with the demons right!? Except MC went haha actually.....lol and then gave the grimoire to Lucifer with 0 hesitation and then promised to protect them & bring happiness to them in a place they were told not to make promises (my bet is it'll make their promise binding and they knew that too right!? Because they spoke about not making promises there twice with Thirteen. and if that's the case that means they knowingly made a binding promise meaning if it comes down to it if there's a war they'll never be on humanity's side) God, Solomon must be devastated

Also the fact that Nightbringer was right about what MC will choose!?

Satan might actually just not pick a side? Like he wouldn't be bothered to go out of his way to help MC the way the other three did, but at the same time if it meant going against Lucifer......

Beel, I'm not sure. Because as of rn MC hasn't had a big bonding moment with Beel and it's just been 1yr since they lost Lilith. He may not hate humans the way Belphie does but I feel like he'll take Belphie's side, the same way he did in that Devilgram where Belphie protested the exchange program

Lucifer was definitely hurt and scared and covering it up with anger

And yeah I get the same feeling that general MC doesn't really have anything in the human world. It's kinda been hinted at in the previous seasons as well and nightbringer might as well have confirmed it during the last lesson

In conclusion,

Let MC take a fucking nap

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radiant-reid · 2 years

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRfn6Cor/

I am demanding (/hj) a blurb about reader walking into the living room to greet Spencer when he comes home from work and Spence is just sitting their talking to his fish about how the case went

i freaking love that all the comments on this are people agreeing he talks to his fish about his day. also i said before somewhere that Spencer's pet fish is a Pacific Blue Tang (Dory from Finding Nemo) and i'm standing by that

You had only been inside the apartment for a second before you hear Spencer's voice, but he's not calling out to you to come find him in the living room. Instead, you find as you walk into the room, he's talking to the pet fish.

He's sitting on the ottoman in front of the couch where he can rest his head on his palm and use the other hand to lightly trace the bowl.

"It really was just a boring paperwork day." He starts, omitting to tell both fish about the not boring morning you had together. "I got through three consults and finished all my files but Hotch let us all go early anyway because I'm pretty sure he has a date to get to."

You listen intently, somehow managing to sit on the arm of the couch furthest away from him without drawing attention to yourself. He speaks to the fish so gently, like they're little kids.

"Rossi made too much pasta last night so that's what I had for lunch. You'd think he's figured out how much rigatoni to boil to serve one but I think he does it to make sure I've eaten." He tells them and you make a mental note to thank him for feeding your 'I'll-just-drink-coffee' boyfriend. "But I'm not complaining because he makes really good pasta." He laughs slightly but it's carefree and not as common as you wish it was. "Oh and JJ brought in donuts this morning since she got Henry's pre-k classroom party mixed up. You know, he's really growing up so fast." He continues a little tearfully. The story is all over the place, but you love it when he tells stories like that. "She had my favorite so that was a delicious sugary start to the day. Then Morgan ate Prentiss' favorite donut and I thought she was going to kill him." He narrates. "Sometimes I think about the fact you two probably want to kill each other." He suggests. They probably do, and it's his fault for naming them after Elisha Gray and Alexander Graham Bell and making them share a fish bowl, basically inciting drama decades after the race to the patent office. "Are fish cannibals?"

Finally, a question he doesn't know, but you do. "No, they're not." You say, making your appearance known. He looks shocked you're there, head whipping around to look at you and a blush forming on his cheeks and along his neck. "Plus, they would have eaten each other by now if they were."

"You don't think it's weird you get home and I'm talking to our fish?" He asks as you move across the living room to sit on his lap and look at the fish. His hands move to rest against your back, and he kisses your cheek softly.

"I stopped finding you weird a long time ago." You joke, earning a giggle from him. "Did Em really nearly kill him?"

"Mhm." He answers. "He had to lock himself in his office."

You turn away from the fish, in favor of looking at your beautiful boyfriend and running your hands through his growing locks. "It's probably not a smart move to kill an FBI agent in the FBI building."

He agrees with a nod and a, "No, it is not."

#spencer reid #criminal minds #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fandom #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb

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masadd · 7 months

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all my simon AUs [half are shower thoughts]

vampire simon multiverse world AU

• pretty self-explanatory!! simon is a vampire. it played out pretty similarly as our simon at first; he got the crown, betty left, mushroom bomb went off, and he met marceline.

• that's where things change. simon had to wear the crown to protect marcy, again. marcy panicked when simon wouldn't take it off and bit him without malicious intent, instead turning him into a vampire.

• since this technically killed simon, he broke out of the crown's grasp, now undead. marceline thought she killed him, panicked, and ran away. simon lived on his own ever since for like 1,000 years and kind of lost it being alone!!

HMS simon au

• this one is kind of like a crossover ?? with another one of my favorite things. it's based off chonny jash's characters, heart, mind, and soul. the whole plot of CCCC [chonny's charming chaos compendium] is that this guy's consciousness split into three [heart mind and soul], and they needed to reconcile.

• so . this goes basically the exact same as our simon. our simon, now like 1,059 [or however old he is], is in his little exhibit [same as the start of fionna and cake!!] he's chilling but keeps getting pressed closer to the edge each day.

• the main difference is that simon never actually ends up trying to make a portal to golbetty, and reaches his limit after like a series of unfortunate events.

• simon splits off into his own HMS. that's . essentially it . i dont wanna spoil much....

winter king worldswap AU

• i don't have it all planned out on how exactly it happened, but basically, winter king ends up in our ooo [aka just where our simon is from]. obviously this one is incredibly confusing for most residents of ooo, specifically marceline, finn, pb, and others .

• eventually, they figure out [pretty quickly] that this is NOT their simon . they try to ask where their simon is [who is out traveling with fionna and cake], but winter king has no clue !! he likely tries to pretend he does know though .

• ultimately . marceline ends up hating winter king

simon / F&C world interception AU

• is it obvious i don't have names for them

• ok so . basically, somehow simon ends up in the F&C modern au. which . technically should be impossible since it's inside his brain,,, but i have thought of a solution

• simon somehow [accidentally] projects his consciousness into the F&C world, leaving his real body just kinda There [probably unconscious]. think of it like that one adventure time episode where magic man makes jake go inside himself, and he explores his own little city and stuff . it's kind of like that!!

• his deal is similar to fionna and cake concerning his effects on their world . like for example how fionna touched winter king's crown and the magic went away, or when cake turned that one dude into a literal hotdog. basically, simon is doing the same on the F&C world, except he's doing the opposite!! he's magic-ifying it.

• shit starts to go down once people actually notice him. since he blends in so well, it takes a bit,,, just starts to get obvious once that one cookie turns alive or smth 😭

• simon is eventually overcrowded by a ton of curious [and terrified] people, and runs off to just the first inconspicuous place he sees. this leads him to running into marshall lee, who's chillin with gary. simon, gary, and marshall lee kinda chill for a while !! marshall and gary probably talk abt how fionna's gone, which prompts simon to feel guilty and he reveals where he's actually from, and what happened to fionna.

• gary and marshall lee don't believe him at first, until simon turns something [idk what!!] into magic again. they then try to get to our ooo

• marshall lee and gary make it, but simon's still kinda trapped in his own consciousness . likely in the candy kingdom hospital with marceline bc he just passed out unexpectedly 😭

•Wooooo his fate is unknown [dont worry its a happy ending]

* i also won't be very surprised if these have been done before just know i do NOT mean to steal any ideas . if that happened it was purely unintentional cos i just made these up based on my minds silly desires

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake #chonny jash #adventure time #alternative universe #au

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geminialchemist · 11 months

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A pretty easy exploit found in Tears of the Kingdom allows you to move NPCs around to basically wherever you want using two upside down Zonai carts, and I’ve seen a few people go “on dates” with their favorite characters.

I couldn’t really help myself, and went a little overboard taking a certain NPC as many places as I could today. Spoilers for TotK inbound!

Out on a date with Purah, when I spot a pretty flower for my pretty flower.

Purah can get pretty moody on rainy days, so I brought her a gift.

Purah decided to return the favor and take the both of us out on a romantic trip to a heart shaped pond, and gave me a huge bouquet of flowers. She loved my dress, too. People, get yourself a girl who doesn’t judge you for what outfits you like to wear. And is also willing to peg you in said outfits.

Bae wanted to visit a few sky temples, and what bae wants, bae gets. One long, romantic flight and we spent the rest of the day exploring the sky borne temple of Time together.

After a few months of dating, I asked Purah to marry me, and she said yes! We decided to move in together as soon as possible. Here she is on moving day.

Purah and I went to Gerudo town to shop for rings. I only get the best for my girl, after all.

Next we went to Kakariko to tell Purah’s family the good news about our engagement. Paya wasn’t very enthusiastic about the news, though. Something about it being a terrible day for rain?

Here my bestie and future wife finally meet! Sidon was so happy to meet Purah, and can’t wait to go on a double date with us and Yona. He’s thrilled that I want him to be my best man at the wedding.

And here it is, the happy day! Married in Tarrey town, under the eyes of Hylia in the same spot as Hudson and Rhondson did a few years ago. We are now Mr. And Mrs. Nolastname!

And there you have it, the adventure of Link and Purah. This was a lot of fun to do, and I learned a lot. Like that fans have a ridiculous amount of use time. Takes nearly 30-40 minutes for them to timeout.

You can’t take characters to the depths, they despawn halfway down. That affected a few photoshoots I wanted to do.

And finally, never take your eyes off of your Waifu. Ever. The game will try to despawn any NPC in an area they shouldn’t be, so moving the camera off of Purah even for an instance had the risk of making her disappear in a puff of smoke, meaning wasting half an hour going back to Lookout Landing to pick her up again.

#purah #totk link #botw link #the legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #TotK #glitch #totk purah #simping #please don’t take this seriously #totk spoilers #spoilers

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togrowoldinv · 2 years

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Weddings, Crushes, and Confessions

Jennifer Walters x Reader

At a wedding, you get seated next to an old friend that you definitely had a crush on in high school

Note: Yay for my first Jen fic! I’m like obsessed with her and I got this idea watching the most recent episode. There are no spoilers at all though. I’m opening my requests for Jen too if y’all want to send me any! I hope you enjoy it!

Jennifer Walters Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You really didn’t want to come to this wedding. You were dreading the crowd, the people you haven’t seen since high school, and the annoying questions about your life. And of course, every one of these things has already happened before you even get to your table at the reception.

While scanning for your name on the assigned seats list, you come across a familiar one that you haven’t seen in years. Jennifer Walters. You thought it was her in the wedding, but you couldn’t be sure.

But it just so happens that you’re placed at the same table as Jen. You walk over a little nervous to see the girl you once knew.

“Hey Jen,” you say as you pull out a chair to sit at the table. The woman looks up and shock is evident on her face.

“Y/n? Oh wow, I haven’t seen you since graduation, right?” Jen asks.

“That’s right,” you say with a polite smile.

“I didn’t figure you’d kept up with Lulu,” Jen says.

“Believe me, I didn’t. But she still invited me and I thought why not go and get asked a million questions about my life,” you say dryly. Jen laughs and you relish in the sound.

“Oh my god, okay so did she ask you if you’re seeing someone and then basically make you feel like a ticking time bomb?” Jen leans across the table and asks you.

“She did. She also asked me what my feelings were on the Twilight movies,” you say. You both laugh and somehow Jen ends up even closer to you.

She’s close enough you can feel her warmth and you remember the times back in high school when you could feel yourself falling for her. But you never told her. You didn’t think she was into you, so you didn’t want to ruin the friendship.

“So, what have you been up to?” Jen asks you. You fill her in on the years of your life since school and she hangs onto every word.

“What about you?” You ask her.

“For real you don’t- do you not know?” She raises a brow.

“I’ll admit I do know about the hulking out thing. And I do have many questions. But I’m more curious as to what Jen is up to. How’s JW doing?” You ask her.

She grins at the old nickname you had given her back in high school. She was on the debate team and you always cheered her on saying ‘JW always gets that W.’ It made her smile and that’s what you remember the most.

“JW is doing well. I have a really great job and the She-Hulk thing is pretty cool,” Jen says.

“I’m glad to hear that. I always knew you’d be successful.”

“Thank you, y/n,” she says sweetly. A silence lingers before she speaks again, “Hey, do you remember that time in high school we went to that party and had to hide outside all night when the cops showed up?”

“Of course, yeah. It was so cold that we had to cuddle for warmth,” you reply.

“Yeah, that was actually one of my favorite moments of our friendship,” Jen says.

“Really?”

“Really. I enjoyed being that close to you,” she says. Your heart races in your chest. Is it possible she felt the same way back then?

“I enjoyed it too, Jen. Can I confess something?”

“I’m all ears.”

“I kind of sort of had a major crush on you back then,” you admit.

If her jaw could’ve dropped to the ground like in a cartoon, then it would’ve. Jen is completely shocked at your words.

“Shit, I maybe shouldn’t have said anything. I’m sorry I’ve had a little bit to drink and-“ you start to ramble and try to stand up, but her hand on your arm stops you.

“I had no idea, y/n. I was so caught up in me and worried about my future that I didn’t see what was right in front of me. But when you sat down next to me tonight I just felt a comfortableness settle in my chest,” Jen explains.

“I have to say it does feel nice to finally admit this to you. I mean you’re absolutely breathtaking, so it’s intimidating. But I’m glad I finally said it.”

“I’m- I’m breathtaking? Have you seen yourself, y/n? God, you’re so beautiful I can hardly think with you sitting this close to me,” Jen says, heat creeping up her neck at her confession.

You lean closer to her and her hand comes to rest against your cheek.

Jen takes a deep breath, her eyes darting from yours to your lips before she speaks again.

“I think I want- is it- ah okay, can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please,” you barely utter before her lips are colliding with yours.

She’s not as tentative of a kisser as you thought she’d be, but instead she takes charge of the kiss easily. She feels perfect against you as her hand finds it’s way to the back of your neck as yours circles her hip.

The song changes in the background as an air horn blows and you and Jen break apart.

“I’m really glad we ran into each other again,” Jen says with a smile.

“Me too. Do you want to get out of here?”

“Yes, please,” Jen matches your earlier sentiment.

You take her hand and leave the venue together. The crush you have was finally fruitful and all you can think about is how lucky you are to get a chance with a woman as amazing as Jen.

Maybe coming to this wedding was worth it after all.

Tag list: @gracebutnotgraceful @i-wished-for-you-too @inluvwithfictionalwomen @notbornbutforged @makegoodchoices @anabananas13

Let me know if you want to join my Jen tag list!

#jennifer walters x reader #jen walters x reader #jen walters #she hulk #she hulk x reader #jennifer walters

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multifandomxreader · 1 year

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I heard you were looking for Bruno x male reader ideas 🤤

Ooo what about a Bruno x male reader where the reader is like a vagabond that comes to Encanto every year to hang out with the Madrigals? Kind of like a Snufkin and Moomin thing. Like they're kind of together/pining for each other?

One year that M!Reader returns he finds that Bruno isn't waiting for him because he's 'disappeared' so he travels even further in order to look for him, he still comes back every year to see if he's returned. After the events of the movie reader is reunited with Bruno and obviously he's super pissed but he's also so relieved that his favourite boy is back and alive.

Mayyybeeee they get married? uwu'

sorry you had to wait so long for this, hope you like it!

Bruno Madrigal x Male reader

With your backpack heavy on your shoulders, you finally arrived yet again at la casa Madrigal. All year you would travel, you slept in a tent, and made your money by playing the guitar. You made great friends along the way and got to tell all your amazing stories to anyone who would listen. Every year you hung out with the family for a few days sometimes even weeks. You had never been one to settle down but with the family Madrigal, you wouldn't mind staying in the same place forever. When you sprained an ankle or had back pain Jullietta patched you right up with her cooking. Delores would keep everyone updated on your whereabouts and well-being and when you were close to the village Luisa would meet you halfway to help carry your baggage and gifts with pleasure. The Madrigals were basically your family.

They loved to listen to your tales, especially Bruno who hung at your lips every time you spoke. Even when most people wouldn't really talk to Bruno you saw him as the highlight of your visit. After years of your annual visits to the Madrigals you realized your feelings for the dark haired man. You had a while to think about them on your travels. You were certain he would be the one to make you stay and settle down.

You arrived with Luisa at casita, Camillo and Mirabel ran in your arms. You entered casita with the little girl on your back and a copy of yourself. The other family members came to greet you one by one. Julietta welcomed you with a plate of arepas and Isabella gave you a beautiful flower crown as a welcoming gift. Felix welcomed you with open arms "Here comes my favorite visitante!" The weather was perfect and a big smile was plastered on your face as you chatted with Felix and Agustin.

You tried to keep calm but your eyes couldn't stop wandering over to the door of Bruno's room. Agustin noticed the way you looked around, waiting for that one special person. You turned back to him "Where's Bruno?" Suddenly the room went quiet and the faces around you grimaced. Abuela straightened her back and spoke "We don't talk about Bruno" you were so confused and everything felt wrong. Julietta's hand landed on your shoulder and lead you to the kitchen where she let you sit at the table. While making you a drink she told you how Bruno had disappeared without a note.

The following days felt wrong without his presence, you tried to find him but when you realized he really was gone you stayed alone in his room. Your heart ached as you thought about the last time you had seen him.

The dark eyes look at you with admiration as you sing about the things you had seen on your travels and then a goodbye song. Your song ends and you smile at Bruno "Will you write a song about me by the time you return?" he asks. "Look in the future and find out." You wink. Bruno opens his mouth"I don't want to" You give him a confused look. He takes your hands in his "I don't want to ruin our future with a stupid prophecy." You give him an understanding look and hold his hands tighter. "I'll be back."

Years passed as you looked for Bruno, asking every person you meet if they had seen the small dark-haired Madrigal.

You didn't find him.

Still, you returned to the Madrigals every single year. The smaller Madrigals had now grown into teenagers and the town had been growing too. Even though it was a delight seeing the colorful family your mind kept turning back to Bruno.

It was your annual visit and you arrived at the spot where Luisa would usually wait. Instead, you were met with Bruno. Your Bruno. Maybe a bit older and with more grey strands of hair. But still yours.

You dropped all your stuff and ran over to him. Grabbing his shoulders to make sure he was real. "How the fuck could you do this to me? I was so worried! I- I didn't know what had happened to you..." Bruno kept apologizing while you teared up. You threw yourself into his arms and you hit the ground together. You hugged the air out of his lungs. "I'm just happy you're back" you told him. His hands cradled your face and wiped your tears. "Te amo" he whispered before passionately kissing you, this time it was him making you breathless. You melted into the kiss. "I still want to hear that song"

A few months later you held the most beautiful wedding the town had ever seen, Pepa didn't ruin it (only because Bruno was marrying you). The whole family worked together to make sure you had the best day. Isabella took care of the flowers, and Julietta cooked a heavenly buffet with delicious desserts... You couldn't stop smiling and every time you met his eyes your heart could beat out of your chest. You finally found your reason to stay.

#male reader #bruno madrigal x male reader #bruno madrigal #encanto #encanto x male reader #bruno madrigal x reader #m!reader #encanto x reader

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harlowcomehome · 1 year

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“Our first Halloween!”

It was your first Halloween together as a couple. Everything within you wanted to get corny couples costumes and spend the night together but you knew Jack had a Halloween party to attend and you didn’t want to get in the way. You didn’t bother to ask him to do anything with you for that reason, you didn’t want him to feel obligated to spend the night with you instead. Halloween was always your favorite, but you didn’t want to be overbearing about it.

You had bought some skeleton pajamas for the both of you just in case and tucked them away in a drawer. You knew if anything you’d just stay in, watch a movie, and maybe eat some snacks.

What you didn’t know was Jack had been internally panicking about why you hadn’t asked him to do anything on Halloween. He paid more attention to things than you thought he did. He noticed you were into all the Halloween decorations you’d see, he had heard you mentioning some of the new horror movies that were coming out to your friend and the two of you had briefly discussed carving pumpkins together. You hadn’t made plans with him for Halloween though, and he started to wonder why.

Neelam assured him it was exactly what it was, she had gotten to know you decently well and she explained to him that you just didn’t want to bother him or make him feel obligated to spend time with you. He thought that sounded crazy, he had been invited to a Halloween party, he always was but truthfully he wanted nothing more than to spend time with you.

It was already four o’clock and he couldn’t take it anymore. “Should I just plan something out?” Jack asked Neelam and Urban who were truthfully tired of hearing his anxiety speak about this situation. “I think you should, girls like that kind of thing” Urban shrugged and Neelam agreed. “This is our first Halloween together so I just want it to be memorable” Jack confessed. Neelam wiggled an eyebrow at Urban as the two of them had just recently discussed in private the affect you had on Jack, the two of them had never seen him stress or care this much about someone.

“So you don’t want to go to that party tonight at all?” Urban asked sounding slightly disappointed but he knew that wasn’t really Jacks “thing” anyway.

“No but I think you should still go” Jack assured and Urban agreed, the two of them doing their signature handshake before Jack was off to figure out how to turn this day around. Neelam smirked at him before he left the room “need my help?”

Jack paused before leaving ” Wait, what’s that thing you did with your friends? The basket thing?”

Neelam smiled “it’s called a spooky basket Jack.” He looked at her confused and she couldn’t help but laugh “basically it’s just a Halloween themed gift basket, I’ll send you some example pictures.” He still looked at her confused but thanked her as he left. He called you to see what you were up to before doing anything and the fact that you were still being so nonchalant was killing him inside, so he broke and decided to ask you about your evening.

“Do you have plans with your friends tonight?” Jack asked eagerly in hopes you would say no. You swallowed hard, not wanting him to feel obligated to hang out with you “I think I’m actually just going to stay in and watch movies tonight, you’re going to that party right?” He smiled, realizing Neelam was likely right. “Yeah, but I can always swing by after” he was lying through his teeth but he wanted to surprise you.

When he got off the phone with you he immediately went to the store, looking at the photos Neelam sent him just stressed him out more, so he decided to do his own version. He first picked out the basket, followed by a blanket, a candle, your favorite drink and candy, and some fuzzy socks. He also picked out two pumpkins and stuff to carve them with.

When he got back in the car he set your basket up, he placed it back in the bag to hide it from you. He was pretty proud of himself until he realized he hadn’t bought anything to eat, meaning he’d have to grab something before surprising you at your apartment.

He picked up food from your favorite restaurant before showing up at your place. He was trying to figure out how to carry everything inside when his phone started to ring. It was you, of course.

“Hey beautiful” his voice echoed. You paused for a moment “Jack…where are you?” He recognized the suspicion in your voice immediately. You were already putting shoes on and heading down to the parking garage of your building before he could reply. “I’m headed to the party, why?” He wouldn’t have even believed himself, he wasn’t a good liar. You hung up immediately and he knew you’d be down any minute.

“Jack?” He heard your voice and turned to see you standing there, you had already put on your pajamas, and he was smiling at the sight of them.

You ran toward him and he picked you up, you wrapped your legs around him peppering him in kisses. “What about your party?”

“Fuck the party” he smiled, it was then you realized his passenger seat had a bunch of things in it. “What did you do?” You asked wide eyed trying to see inside his car over his shoulder.

He set you back down “uh no. Nosy neighbor! Go inside!” He laughed and you did too. “I see pumpkins!” You said excitedly. He couldn’t help but smile. “You can’t carry all of that by yourself, let me help you!” You begged and he rolled his eyes playfully “I would’ve tried.” “I know” you teased back.

He handed you the bag of food, placing the bag that the basket was in on his forearm. He picked both pumpkins up and slammed his car door shut with his hip. “You’re so extra sometimes” you giggled, grabbing his car keys out of his pant pocket to lock the doors. “You like it though” he smirked and you didn’t disagree.

The entire way back to your apartment you couldn’t stop smiling, you had never felt luckier. You unlocked the door to your apartment and as soon as he set everything down you walked over to him, wrapping your arms around his tall frame. “Thank you” you mumbled into his chest and he laughed, looking down at you. “There’s nothing to thank me for, I wanted to do this” he smiled.

“I can’t believe you remembered I wanted to carve pumpkins” you giggled as the two of you started to get plates and silverware for your food. Jack had been to your apartment several times now, knowing where everything was. Jack smiled watching you as he realized you were taking a moment to take everything in. “Oh! Before I forget, I got you something else” he set down the plates and opened the bag with your basket inside. As soon as he pulled it out you started tearing up “Jack, baby….”

He was worried he didn’t do that well, he immediately started to downplay it “I’m sorry I tried to get things I thought you’d like.” You turned to him “why are you apologizing? This is the sweetest thing ever!” You stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek and he let out a relieved sigh.

“I have something for you too”’you giggled as you ran to your room, Jack didn’t follow and waited for you to return. You held them behind your back “I know it’s corny and you don’t have to wear them but…” you showed him the pajamas and he couldn’t help but smile. “Are these matching pajamas?” You nodded and he laughed “I’ll wear them but if you tell Urban, I’ll deny it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at that, knowing damn well you were going to take photographic proof of him wearing those pajamas.

#Jack Harlow #Jack Harlow x reader #Jack Harlow Imagines #jack harlow concepts #Jack Harlow fluff

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harventheblorbo · 2 years

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Absolutely loved my last request sooo I decided to request one more! Megatron, Soundwave, Knockout& Shockwave to cybertronian!reader being scared of Arachnid? As in, seeing her makes her incredibly uncomfortable.

Megatron, Soundwave, Knockout, and shock wave with a Cybertronian S/O who is scared of Airachind ➵

Containing;.. Megatron, Soundwave, Knockout, Shokewave and Gender neutral Cybertronian S/O

___ is gender neutral and Cybertronian

Warning;..None

Authors Note; I'm sorry if you didn't want gender neutral but I went with gender neutral. Also this might be the first time I posted when there is actual light outside LMFAO

Megatron ➵

He knew what Airachind did to people that she tried to get information from, and sadly knew that you were one of her victims. He knew you and her wasn't gonna mix when she came into the nemesis.

He tried to get Airachind away from you as much as possible and even sent her on different missions then you or set your work places on opposite sides of the nemesis.

No matter how much effort it took, she always got a way around him and basically tortured you by constantly reminding of you and her past. He had to do something because well, if he didn't, it would only get worse and be a distraction

he did have to intervene and basically cuss out Airachind and warned that if she did it again that he would kick her off and basically offline her. When she did leave you alone, he became clingy for the next week or so to show that he is there for you when you needed it.

Soundwave ➥

As much as he is silent, his stares speaks words. When he sees how uncomfortable you are with Airachind, he makes a note of it and quickly separates the two of you and sends her on a emergency mission.

He has a quick chat with you asking what's wrong. When you tell him that it's from your past with Airachind, he quickly understands and shuts up about it and distracts you from her with silly memes or emojis on his visor.

Of course, when she refuses to not bully you, he loses it. He sends a report to Megatron and let's Megatron do the dirty work as he helps you calm down.

Knockout ➵

When he learns, he takes it VERY seriously. If something or someone is making his favorite patient uncomfortable, of course he has to do something.

As he is only a medic, he can't do very much to get rid of her. But he does try to hide you somewhere in his work space whenever she comes in. (most likely looking for you) it isn't much but as long as you don't have to see that femmes face again , he is happy.

When he sends a report in, Airachind does get a little mad and of course hunts you down but of course our red mech is our savior and helps you. He doesn't care if he gets punished for standing up for you, as long as your safe and comfortable, he is happy

Shockwave ➥

He is worried when you tell him about your past with Airachind when he mentions how uncomfortable you are with her. He seems that it's logical for you to have this type of response due to your past. But asks that maybe you treat her more as like a coworker of some kind

But this doesn't fly by Airachind and reminds you of your past each time you walk by each other in the halls or on missions together. When he learns this, he is fuming and doesn't send in a report and instead, talk to Megatron about it.

When Airachind finds out, she doesn't find it funny and continues to do so. When ShockWave finds out, he doesn't find it funny either and lets predaking do the dirty work as he takes care to your mental health

#tfp #tfp x reader #tfp fanfic #transformers #tfp megatron #tfp Megatron x reader #tfp soundwave #tfp soundwave x reader #tfp knockout x reader #tfp knockout fanfic #tfp knockout #tfp shockwave #tfp shockwave x reader

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zukkaart · 7 months

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Sokka thinks katara has a crush on zuko(which she does) so they both list pros and cons about why each of them would work better with Zuko and eventually Katara gives up because another boy catches her eye (ybonus if you make the boy jet ;) )

Your wish is my command

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War ends early AU

"Katara I have something to tell you," The young water tribe woman was minding her own slaving over a seal soup when her older brother came up behind her, causing her to startle.

"Ugh Sokka! Don't do that! I might not be a firebender but I could still throw this boiling soup over you," Her brother feigned offense, placing a hand over his heart.

"You'd never sacrifice your favorite soup"

"You're right, but my point stands. What do you want to tell me?"

"Uhh... okay," Sokka swallowed thickly, adjusting his leather gloves. "So, I have a crush on someone..."

"Oh my La Sokka, is that what you've been dramatising about all week? Your crush on Suki is not a world-shattering revelation, especially since you make out with her in front of me a few months ago" She went back to stirring her soup with a huff.

"Yeah, but uhm. Katara?" He grasped his sisters shoulders gently, turning her to face him. She gave him a confused, and slightly worried look. "It's not Suki,"

Now she was interested, her face broke in to a wide grin as she set the wooden spoon down beside the large pot.

"Well come on then!" She shoved him playfully in the chest, "Tell me who it is!"

"It's uh... well..."

"Spit it out already Sokka, you're killing me here,"

"Fine ugh! It's Zuko,"

Her smile immediately dropped, she turned on her heel and went directly back to tending her soup. Sokka's heart dropped to his stomach.

"Katara?" He placed a hand on her shoulder. "I mean... you had to know right? That I like guys too? I haven't been exactly subtle,"

It was true, he hadn't. As their tribe grew with more and more people from the north, he had taken his share of beautiful men. He of course kept it inconspicuous, but he never lied when asked directly.

Katara began laughing then, and Sokka felt as though a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"Sokka, that's not what bothers me. I'm neither blind nor stupid," He shot her a playful glare

"What is it then?"

"It's that I like Zuko,"

"You...what?"

Katara laughed again, "I mean how could I not? He's gorgeous and tall and kind, I could go on." Sokka cracked a smile

"Well, it seems we have only one way to remedy this," He then wiggled his eyebrows at her suggestively

"Sokka- please no" "I think you mean 'Sokka yes'!" "I'm making soup," "Then I'll bring the fun to you!"

Katara groaned loudly, but her brother had already gone to grab his favorite drawing board and was back in a flash.

"Sokkaaaaaa" Katara whined, stoking the fire "Kataraaaaaa, I don't care. It is time for yet another one of my world-renowned pro/con lists," "World renowned?" "Shut up, yes"

Sokka poked her playfully with his chalk, getting white powder on her tunic. Katara swatted him off

"Go on then," She rolled her eyes

"Okay then I'll state my case first," He began making a bulleted list as he rattled off points, "One- Zuko is the fire lord, I will become Chief, it's basically the perfect alliance between our nations. Two- I'm an engineer and Agni knows the Fire Nation needs my help in that respect, it would give me an excuse to see him constantly, and Three- I'm an ambassador, so we're already pretty close, he knows me."

Katara shot him an exasperated look but his shit-eating grin didn't falter.

"Your turn," He urged, she sighed heavily.

"Fine." She dusted her hands off on her apron, "One- We're both powerful benders, so our kids would be too which would also be very good for our alliance. Two- you two can't even have kids so-" "Hey! Take that back! You can only make points not counterpoints" "Ugh fine! Two-"

The next hour consisted of the siblings giving points and counterpoints to their ever growing who-should-date-the-firelord diagram. They ended up perfectly matched. Which incited argument about whose points were more valid. (which was of course entirely subjective)

"Hm..." Sokka tapped the chalk against his chin, leaving white powder in its wake. "Should we take a break and come back later?"

Katara couldn't help but crack a smile.

"Sure, but only because the soup is done." "Why'd you make so much anyway?" "It's a sort of gift for that group that just got here. Dad asked me to help make them feel welcome, and nothing says welcome like a hot meal,"

Sokka nodded his agreement and plopped down on the pelts with his own bowl of soup. He then chucked a pillow at her as she was laddling the others out.

"Go on then," He chided, she stuck her tongue out in response as she pulled on her parka and gloves. Katara then promptly left with her tray and made her way to the building next door where their guests were staying.

Hours later, she woke Sokka from his dreamless sleep right where she left him. Katara let him know that he won, that Firelord Zuko was all his.

He was going to question it, but his sister was always rather strange. So, if she fell in love with an aircraft then so be it.

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See what I did there? ;-)

#avatar the last airbender #sokka #atla #sokka avatar the last airbender #zuko #zukka nation #zuko x sokka #zukka au #adult zukka #zukka incorrect quotes #katara #jet atla #jetara #jet x katara

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divineerdrick · 1 month

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Homestuck: Beyond Canon Upd8 for 3/15/24

Again, I'm late. This time it's due to COVID. Still sick, but wanted to read and react.

We now transition from our angry Kanaya to our mourning Kanaya, as they continue to travel through the void. Someone is trying to reach her. She's a space player, so it might legitimately be Calliope.

Wait. What are you up too, Roxy?

Oh~ That's sweet. I missed that in the panel transition. Roxy just wanted to make sure Kan was warm as she slept.

That "noise" is in Jade's font. Is it too much to ask to see Meat Jade finally reunited with her friends? Or is this just going to be Roxy finding Jade unconscious from her struggle with Calliope?

This is nowhere near as spastic as you could get in the old flute flash from Act 3. Still, nice to see my favorite silly girl up and moving around again . . . and not neck deep in Candy craziness.

"Davekat!"

She's just calling them by their ship, like they've become one person! That's great!

While I long to see Jade, Dave, and Karkat interacting again, it's refreshing to see some new conversations taking place. I don't think Roxy and Jade have had much interaction post canon, and basically none in Homestuck.

Now Roxy is definitely up to something!

Are they accessing the bubbles? I mean, time works all wonky on the furthest ring, so that should be possible. And if anyone could do it, it would be Roxy.

There's Kanaya. Calliope is definitely up to something and has enlisted Roxy to see it done.

I hope we get to see our Calli really soon . . .

Hopefully instead of just taking what she wants, Dead Calliope will actually negotiate terms for how they can protect themselves from Dirk without Jade or Kanaya needing to lose their agency.

Yay! It's our Calliope!

So these aren't the original dream bubbles, but something starting due to what Dirk and Rose are up to? Does that mean they've succeeded? Or is this something completely new?

Also, I just realized that's Roxy on Calli's outfit and Calli on Roxy's outfit!

That's one unstable Jenga tower of a Homestuck house. The text beneath it, "What a daring dream." is a callback. But I'm pretty sure we're not talking about furries, this time.

Then again, I'm pretty sure that's Dirk's font . . .

Now it's possible the changes to the house are due to the ongoing struggle over the narrative. But I also can't help but feel like there's meta commentary here as well.

"love em to death but they cant shut the fuck up" Thank you, Roxy!

Oh no. I already know what the text of the next page is.

Okay. Nice playing with expectations. I wonder if that's their catch phrase now. English was "already here," Dirk is "already gone," Calliope "never left."

Yep. It's not just Dirk. This is definitely meta commentary.

Warned you about the stairs.

"And Betty, when you call me, you can call me Al~"

Wow. Dead Calliope is really in their tower. They're not going to let the gang even try to coordinate some plan for what to do when they get there. It feels like they're planning on confronting Dirk directly and putting and end to this right away.

Well that went from whimsical to intense quickly! Dammit, I wanted more of that. But Dead Calliope obviously doesn't care about what we want. As far as they're concerned, we are part of the problem.

#homestuck liveblog #live blogging #liveblogging #live blog #upd8 #upd8 spoilers #homestuck upd8 #hsbc upd8 #homestuck beyond canon #hs2 #hsbc #homestuck 2 #hs spoilers #update spoilers #homestuck spoilers #hs #homestuck #homestuck beyond canon spoilers

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brownieracha · 9 months

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My best friend

a/n: Hi @burningupp ✨ Surprise!!! I hope you like it, it was written with much love

Pairing: Seungmin x fem reader

Genre: friends to lovers, fake dating

wc: 8k

Summary: it's time again to go visit your best friend Seungmin, but this time the visit is a little different. Seungmin and you have to fake date for a business party he has. But it's okay cause you're only best friends, right?

I hop on the train, I almost didn’t make it on time, just like every time I go to the city. Ever since last year I’ve been going once every two months. I take the same train at the same time and every time I just barely make it. I haven’t missed it once though. I leave my bags in their place and go to find my seat, I put my earphones on and play my favorite playlist. I have one hour until I see Seungmin again.

Ever since he moved to the city due to work, we made the promise to visit each other at least once every two months so that distance doesn’t damage our friendship. We’ve been friends for as long as I can remember.

One day when I was in kindergarten, a boy asked me to play with him, and the rest is history. He lived right across the street from me and since we first met on that day, we couldn’t be away from each other.

The inseparable best friend duo; we went to school together, we went to our first party together where we had our first drink and got very drunk, we even learned how to drive together. We’ve been there for each other whenever we needed someone; he was there when I first got my heart broken and I was there when it happened to him.

The train arrives just on time, and I see Seungmin waiting for me on the platform, but he’s alone. He’s had a girlfriend for the past six months and she has always come to pick me up with him. I collect my bags and run to meet him. Even though we saw each other last month, I’ve missed him so much.

“Min!” I hug him tightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too Y/N,” he says softly. “Let’s go?” he picks up one of my bags and we go to his car. Once we get into his car, I decide to ask him about Yuna.

“Hmm,” is all he says in response. We stay in silence the rest of the ride to his apartment. I find myself wondering what could have happened between them.

We arrive at his apartment, which I’ve always loved. It’s not that big but it’s really cozy; I’ve always found the view of the city from his balcony very soothing. I leave my bags in the spare room and join Seungmin in the kitchen.

“Hey Min.” He doesn’t look so good. “Is everything okay?” I know something is wrong the moment I look at his face. A single teardrop is running down his cheek. I immediately rush to hug him.

“I’m here for you, you can tell me what happened and maybe I can help you.” We go to the living room to sit on the sofa, and he grabs a box of tissues on the way there.

“This is not easy for me to say out loud,” he starts, “but I feel like I need to get this off of my chest somehow.” He takes a deep breath. “As you’ve probably guessed, it has to do with Yuna. She and I are no longer together, and I feel like shit,” he sobs.

“It’s okay, take your time.” I put my hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “You don’t have to tell me what happened if you’re not ready”.

“No, I need to tell someone. I haven’t talked about it yet.” He looks at me, tears are now falling down his cheeks. I feel so bad for him.

“Basically, I caught her making out with one of my friends, well, ex-friend now,” he chuckles lightly, and I can feel the hurt in his words.

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, not because I don’t trust Seungmin, but because I’d never thought Yuna would have done that. They seemed like a really happy couple, with their little issues like every couple has, but overall, a healthy relationship.

“Yes,” he sighs. “I also couldn’t believe it. To be honest, she had been acting weird for the last few weeks. I didn’t think much about it, until I caught them together.” He wipes the tears off his face and continues. “We were at a party together, she disappeared to go to the bathroom and after a while I went after her ‘cause she wasn’t returning and that’s when I saw her making out with Changbin. I’ve never run so fast from somewhere.”

“I can’t believe she did that!”

“Yeah, I couldn’t believe my eyes either. I went back home, cried my eyes out for two days, and here we are.” He looks devastated, I can’t even begin to imagine how he must have felt. “She tried contacting me to explain herself. Turns out this had been going on for a whole-ass month!” He raises his voice. “A whole month, Y/N! I’ve been a fool for a month!”

I don’t know what to say, what to do. I stay silent while he starts to get pissed at the situation. I feel like he needs to get the feelings off of his chest.

“And then,” he gets up from the sofa, “THEN she proceeds to say ‘Sorry, I wish this didn’t have to end like this, blah blah blah.’ I’m so stupid, I’m so stupid! I loved her Y/N, I really did!” Seungmin starts crying again. “I was even planning to propose! Oh my god I’m stupid stupid stupid!”

“You’re not, Min! You’re not stupid, you were in love.” I try to calm him down; I’ve never seen him act this way, and it breaks my heart seeing him like that. “You trusted her, you never thought this could happen, you’re not stupid, Min.”

I get up and help him sit back down while I pat his shoulder to help him relax. He drops his head between his hands while he keeps crying. We stay like that for a few minutes, the only noise in the room being his sobs.

The next morning, I wake up later than usual. It takes me some seconds to adjust to the sunlight that is coming through the curtains, I must have slept in. I get up and go to the kitchen to make some breakfast, I need some coffee to start the day. There’s no sign of Seungmin so he must be still sleeping; after how he was feeling last night, he needs the rest. It only takes me a couple of minutes to prepare my breakfast and I decide it’s a good idea to go to the balcony to have it. It’s a really pretty view.

“Morning,” I hear Seungmin’s sleepy voice in the background.

“Morning Min,” I turn around to greet him back. “I made coffee.”

He picks up a mug and pours some coffee in it, and then he joins me on the balcony.

“How are you doing?” I ask him as soon as he sits down. “Feeling any better?” I’m truly concerned, I can’t start to imagine how he must have felt for the past couple of weeks.

“I’m fine, Y/N. I feel so much better after venting last night.” He smiles lightly. “Thank you for being here.”

When he says that I can only smile at him for an answer, I don’t know what to say. A strange feeling appears in my chest.

“So, what do you want to do today?” Seungmin claps his hands after a few silent minutes of me smiling and him just looking in the distance. “Why don’t we go shopping? We could go to that stationery shop you like so much!”

“Yes! I would actually love to go; I need some stuff from there!”

He raises his eyebrow at my words.

“Do you really need things, or do you just want to buy them?”

“Maybe,” I cackle.

After shopping for what felt like hours, laughing at inside jokes, and overall having a great time, we decide to stop for coffee since we were both tired and in need of energy.

We go to a pretty café, it had poufs instead of chairs, and small tables. It had really cozy vibes. I order the coffee while Seungmin goes to sit. I carry the coffee back to where he was sitting.

“Here is y-” I stop talking as soon as I notice he’s on the phone. I sit on the pouf which is surprisingly comfy, and I take a sip of my latte.

“… I don’t know if I’ll be able to go, I’ll have to think about it, sir.” He looks at me and smiles awkwardly, he must be talking to one of his bosses. The conversation doesn’t last much longer.

“Sorry about that,” he says, scratching his head. “My boss.” That’s all he gives as an explanation.

After that, he picks up his coffee and takes a sip. “Wow, this is so good.” I look at him and laugh, he looks confused. “What?” he asks, laughing lightly. “What is it?” He just looks so cute.

“You have cream on your upper lip.” I say between laughs. “It looks funny.”

Seungmin’s face starts turning a pinkish shade of red.

“So, what was that call about?” I ask a few minutes later.

“Mm,” Seungmin puts his mug down on the table, “nothing important, just my boss. There’s this annual party they do at my company to celebrate the success of the year, and this is the first time that I’m invited.” He sounds a bit sad while saying it.

“Then what’s the problem, Min? It sounds like an amazing time,” I’m confused about why he would be sad about it.

“It’s just… I was supposed to introduce my fiancée to the team.” Seungmin looks like he’s about to cry, and I suddenly realize that Yuna was meant to be his fiancée by now.

“I’m- I’m so sorry, Min.” I move closer so I can hug him. “It's okay if you don’t want to go.” I caress his hair. We stay like that for a little longer.

“I wanted to go…” He pauses for a brief moment and clears his throat. “I really wanted to go because it’s a big step to be invited to this kind of event.” He looks at me with those big eyes and he reminds me of a sad puppy.

“Then why don’t you just go? I mean, it looks like an amazing opportunity for your bosses to get to know you better and for you to get to know all of your colleagues, right?” I say, a bit confused.

I’m not understanding why he wouldn’t go to that party since it seems like a big thing for him. I mean, from my point of view, not having Yuna to go with him doesn’t seem like such an important reason for him not to go.

“It’s- ah – it’s a bit embarrassing.” He scratches the back of his head and I give him a confused look.

“Embarrassing?”

“I – look, I talked so much about Yuna, how perfect she was and how I wanted to ask her to be my wife,” Seungmin laughs uncomfortably. “I’m such an idiot”

“Don’t say that, Min.”

“Anyways, I would be so embarrassed to go without a partner that I would rather not go. I was going to be the new person at that party, and everyone would have had their eyes on me, and they would start to ask questions… I don’t want to go through that, to be honest.”

“Oh, I get it,” is all I say.

We finish our coffees while talking about other things, remembering old times when we were kids, then we go back home. But the whole time that conversation kept running through my mind and I couldn't stop thinking about it.

A couple of days go by and none of us mention anything about the work party Seungmin had the next week. But I can’t stop thinking about it. It seems like a big deal for him and I think I have a solution for it.

“Can you pass me the salt? Y/N? Hello?”

“Huh?” I look at him; I hadn’t heard what he said. We make eye contact, and he laughs.

“What’s going through your mind, Y/N?”

“I- nothing.” Clearly it’s not nothing.

We keep eating in silence until I can’t keep it in anymore. I've never been good with keeping things that bothered me to myself, especially if I’m with someone I trust.

“This is the craziest thing I’ve ever come up with, but-” I stop talking, and I start to wonder if it’s really a good idea. “Never mind.”

“Hey! No no, you can’t do that! Tell me, please,” he pleads with big puppy eyes.

“Not fair,” I whisper. “Fine. I’ll tell you, but don’t laugh at me.” I give him a warning look. “I was thinking, that maybe, only if you think this is a good idea…” I start biting my nails. “What if I was your date for the party?”

“What?” He looks slightly confused. “I mean, it’s a good idea, but-”

“Look, I know how much you want to go to the party, even though you haven’t said as much, I know. I’m not saying this because I want to date you.” We both laugh at the last bit.

Since we were teenagers, a lot of people would tell us that we made a really cute couple, to which we always answered by laughing. We've never felt anything romantic for each other. We even talked about it a few times and we’re very clear that how we feel about each other is just friendship, and it’s always been like that.

“I know, I know,” he says between laughs. “But you know what? That’s not a super crazy idea.”

“Wait, really?” I didn’t think Seungmin was going to like the idea, I thought he would think it’s weird.

“Yeah, I mean, we’re friends, we could pretend to be dating for a night. And you were right, I want to go so badly.”

The day of the party, I wake up earlier than usual. I’m feeling kind of nervous. What if no one believes us?

I have some coffee and I decide to go out for a walk around the city. I noticed that I didn’t have any fancy dresses to wear to tonight’s party, so I decided to do some shopping. After browsing around for a bit without finding anything that matched my aesthetic and was suitable for the party, I decide to check one last store.

That’s where I find the perfect dress; it has a V-shaped neckline that reveals just enough skin. The waistline is expertly cinched creating a flattering hourglass shape. I buy it immediately and can already picture the whole look with a pair of high heels I already have that would make my legs look amazing.

“Hey, where have you been all morning?” I hear as soon as I come back to Seungmin’s apartment. He seems like he’s been awake for a while now.

“Shopping!” I go into my room to put down the dress and I go back out to join Seungmin in the kitchen. “I also got some food for today.” I put the food bags on the counter. “And a beautiful dress for tonight.”

“Let me see!” He wiggles his eyebrows.

“You’ll see it tonight,” I giggle. “What were you doing anyway? Do you need help?”

“I was just cleaning and I’m about to cook lunch.” He hands me a cleaning towel and we start to clean the kitchen together.

Seungmin’s POV

It’s the day of my work party and ever since Y/N suggested being my date I’ve been feeling a little confused, not because of her suggestion but of how I felt when she asked. We’ve been friends since forever and I’ve never had any feelings for her apart from friendship, just that. But after she asked me I let myself fantasize about it, just for a brief moment before stopping that train of thought.

“Okay, I’m ready!” I hear Y/N shout from her room. I look at her and she couldn’t look more gorgeous; that dress suits her like a glove, it hugs her curves so well.

“What do you think?” She twirls.

“Y-” I clear my throat, “You look amazing, Y/N. You’ll steal everyone’s hearts tonight.”

“I’m going as your date, dummy. Remember?” She giggles “I can’t steal anyone’s heart.”

My phone pings indicating our Uber has just arrived so we go downstairs. It’s only a 20 minute drive to the party.

As soon as we arrive, I start to feel really nervous. Y/N must feel it too since she grabs my hand.

“You got this, Min.” And like that we walk into the building.

“Seungmin! I’m glad you could make it, boy!” I turn around and see Minho, my boss.

“Hello Mr. Lee,” I greet him. “I’m so honored to be invited to the party.”

“And this is your fiancée?” He points at Y/N.

“O- Oh y-yes. Y/N this is Lee Minho, my boss. Sir, this is my fiancée Y/N.” They shake each other's hands.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Lee, and thank you for inviting Seungmin to this party. He was so happy when he got the invitation, it was all he talked about this week.” She smiles.

Wow, I think. She’s really good at this.

“Nice to meet you too. You two look like a nice couple, I hope I get invited to the wedding,” he chuckles. “Now you go have fun.” He leaves us to go talk to other people.

“He seems nice,” Y/N says. “Still a little weird to think people see us as a nearly married couple, though,” she giggles.

We walk over to the bar while I keep greeting some of my colleagues, making small talk with them.

“You’re so good at this,” I tell Y/N while we wait for our drinks to be made. “You seem so comfortable, no one can tell you’re pretending.”

“Well,” she sips her drink that the bartender had just served us. “I’m a good actress, what can I say?”

“Sure you are, almost-Mrs.-Kim.” I turn to look at her and we make eye contact; I get a little lost in her eyes until I hear one of my colleagues approach us.

“Look at the happy couple all lovey-dovey.”

“Hello Hyunjin,” I shake his hand and he pulls me into a hug. He’s not only a colleague, but one of the only friends I have here. But he had never met Yuna or Y/N, no one in my work had. “Let me introduce you to, erm, my fiancée, Y/N.”

“He’s talked so much about you, like every single day. It’s so nice to finally meet you, Y/N,” he says as they shake hands.

I start to feel unwell, to not like this, to feel like this is wrong. She’s my friend, not my fiancée. I haven’t been talking about her, but about my ex.

“Hey, Min, is everything okay?” I hear Y/N and I come back from my thoughts. “I think we need to go get some air, it was nice meeting you, Hyunjin.”

"Nice to meet you too, Y/N." Hyunjin smiles.

We go to a balcony, Y/N holding my hand. I feel nervous, because I don’t want her to know how I’m starting to feel about us. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.

“What’s going on, Min?” She asks me as soon as we go into the balcony. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Yes” I lie “I’m just… a bit overwhelmed with all the attention we’ve been getting, and to be honest it’s a little weird to introduce you as my fiancée.” I rub my head nervously. “It’s just that, don’t worry about it, I’m okay.”

“Okay…” I think she doesn’t really believe my words but I let it pass. If I try to make her believe I’m totally fine, it might go the wrong way and this could end up in a disaster.

We go back inside after a few minutes and the rest of the night goes by without any incidents. I get used to calling Y/N my fiancée, and I start to kind of like calling her that. My head is definitely a mess right now and the alcohol is not helping.

Y/N’s POV

The following morning I wake up with a headache. I don’t remember drinking that much at the party, it must have been the type of alcohol they served. I check my phone and it’s not that late, considering we got back home pretty late last night. I rub my eyes adjusting to the light coming from the little space the curtains leave.

“Morning, Y/N,” I hear as soon as I leave my room. Seungmin is in the kitchen drinking some coffee, he must have woken up not too long ago because his hair is still a bit messy and he’s still wearing his pajamas.

“Morning, Min. Did you sleep well, fiancé?” I say between laughs. I have to admit it was kind of fun pretending to be a couple last night. I've never been into acting before to be honest, but having to pretend to be engaged to my best friend was a pretty fun experience.

“Uh - yeah,” he says almost in a whisper. He must be tired. “By the way, what time are you leaving today?” He asks while he finishes his coffee.

“At five o'clock, I think. Let me check again.” I go into my room to grab my phone so I can check my train ticket.

“Yes, the train leaves at 5pm,” I shout from the bedroom. “This time the week has gone by so quickly.”

I come out of the room with my phone in my hand. “I can’t believe it’s time for me to go back home.” I genuinely feel sad about it. I’ve had so much fun the past week, and knowing all that Seungmin has gone through in the past month I don’t want to leave him alone. He needs support. And that gives me an idea. A bright idea, I would say.

“Mm okay, we still have time to go back to that coffee shop we liked and be able to make it on time for your train.” I look at Seungmin when he suggests that with excitement and I start helping him to tidy up the kitchen so we can leave.

We end up going to the cute coffee shop we went to a few days before and we decide to have lunch out as well, since neither of us wanted to cook or clean the kitchen afterwards. We end up in an Italian restaurant that caught us by the smell that was coming out the door when we walked past it. I’ve always loved Italian food, I would say that it’s my favorite type of food but whenever I try to cook it at home it’s never the same, so whenever I have a chance I go to an Italian restaurant.

“Look Y/N, they have your favorite, spaghetti with pesto,” Seungmin says while looking at the menu.

“Well then, I don’t even have to look at the menu,” I laugh.

“Should we order a pizza?” We say at the same time and start laughing. “Yes!”

“We share a brain cell at this point,” I keep laughing. This is something so common between us, saying the same thing at the same time, or even knowing what the other is going to say even before they say it.

Our food arrives not long after ordering it. I, of course, got spaghetti with pesto while Seungmin ordered farfalle 'ai quattro fromagi'. We also ordered a pizza to share, as we always do anytime we eat together. We always like to share at least one plate.

We talk about everything and nothing at the same time; we just enjoy our last few hours together. The whole time I couldn’t stop thinking about how I would love to live closer so we could enjoy our time together more often, I miss having my best friend near. I miss our hours-long conversations about either nothing important or the most deep topics you could ever imagine.

That exact moment is when I decide that the bright idea I had earlier needs to come true. I’m going to move to the city. There’s barely anything holding me back in my hometown except for my family; I could get a better job and greater opportunities here. And to be honest, I wanted a change in my life. All that added to the fact that I wouldn’t have to wait ages to see my best friend again, it seems like the perfect plan.

“What’s going through your mind, Y/N?” I shake my head coming back to reality when I hear Seungmin. “You’ve been quiet for a while now and we both know what that means,” he chuckles.

“It’s nothing, just thinking about the trip back home,” I don't want to get his hopes up. “I don’t feel like being on a train for hours, you know?”

He only laughs, shrugging his shoulders, “It could be easier if you lived nearer.”

I look at him amazed. How could he know what I was thinking?

It hasn’t even been two months since I last visited Seungmin, but here I am once again being late to the train. Just this time I’m not going to the city to visit my best friend but to be interviewed by, hopefully, my new employers.

I haven’t told anyone but my parents that I was going to be here doing this interview. When I got back home from the last visit I made to Seungmin, I talked to my parents about my plans for the future, how I wanted to move to the city and find a better job there.

At first they were reticent about it, but in the end they understood it was time for me to move out of my childhood house and find better opportunities for my future. So, they helped me find different places to send my CV to. And luckily one of the places that I liked the most replied quite fast letting me know they were hiring for my position and that’s how I ended up here.

The company building is not so far from the train station so it only takes me half an hour to be there, ready and nervous for this interview. It’s a quite impressive company, and the fact that they’re hiring programmers and giving me the opportunity is perfect for me.

I enter the building and everything is really clean and white, minimalistic decor and a very silent atmosphere. I approach the front desk.

“Hi, I have an appointment for a job interview at 12 pm,” I tell the receptionist.

“Name, please?” I give her my name and the information she asks. “Okay, take the elevator at the end of that hallway to floor 12. Give the man at the desk there this paper.”

“Thank you,” I follow her instructions and I arrive at a little hall where I give the man at the desk the paper.

“You can sit there and wait for your turn,” he says. “I’ll let you know when your turn comes.” I nod and smile at him.

I sit in a chair to wait. I start fidgeting with the dress I decided to wear today. I check my phone and I find a “good luck!” message from my dad. I smile.

“Y/N?” a young man calls me. “It’s your turn.”

I enter a room where I see a desk where a woman is sitting looking at a computer.

“Hello,” I greet her. “I’m Y/N.” She looks at me and smiles. I feel a little less nervous, she seems like a nice woman.

“Hello Y/N, I’m Soyeon.” We shake hands. “Please sit down.”

The interview lasts longer than I expected and I’m feeling confident about it. I call my parents to tell them about it as soon as I leave the building.

I still have some time until I have to catch the train back home so I decide to walk around for a while. I put my earphones on and play my favorite playlist, daydreaming about living here in the city.

“A couple of days have gone by since I did the interview and I still haven’t gotten a response, I’m starting to worry,” I tell my mom while we are preparing lunch. “I had a good feeling about it, but what if I said something stupid?” I look at my mom with almost watery eyes. “What if I never find a good job-”

“Don’t say that,” she says. “You’re so worth it and if they don’t want you it's on them, not your fault.” She comes to where I was standing and hugs me tightly, and I immediately start crying. “They’ll call you, honey. If you had a good feeling about the interview you should trust your gut.”

“Thank you,” I whisper.

Not even a minute later, my phone starts ringing. I separate from my mother, wipe my tears with the sleeves of the hoodie I was wearing, and go pick up my phone. It’s an unknown number.

“Hello?” I say as I answer the call.

“May I speak with Y/N?” I hear.

“Speaking, uhm, who is this?” I look at my mom with a confused look.

“This is Soyeon. I wanted to personally congratulate you, we liked you and I’m glad to inform you that you’ve been selected to join our company.”

I can’t believe what I’m hearing. I got the job!

“Thank you,” is all I can answer. I’m so excited about it.

“I’ll email you the rest of the details. Thank you, goodbye.”

“Okay, thanks, bye.”

I hang up and start jumping around. My mom looks at me with a confused look.

“Who was it?” She asks me, “Was it the company?”

I nod and go to hug her.

“I got in! I got the job!”

“What’s all this excitement about?” my dad asks when he enters the kitchen.

“I got the job, Dad!”

After coming down from the high that was the good news, I decided it is time to tell Seungmin about it. So I give him a call.

“Min?” I say when he answers the call. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yes! What’s up?”

“I- I have really good news.”

“Mhm?”

“So you remember how the last time I was there you told me it would be easier if I lived closer?”

“Uh, yes?”

“Well, after coming back home the last time I visited you I was also sad that we weren’t living closer, so I decided to apply for a job there so I could live there. And I just got a call from the company telling me that I got the job! Min! I’m moving to the city!”

“What?! Oh my god! I’m so happy for you Y/N! When are you coming here?”

“I have to plan everything, first I should find an apartment,” I laugh. “But I will be updating you with everything, I promise!”

“If you need any help, I’m here. But why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“Oh, I didn’t want to jinx it. I didn’t want to let myself or us daydream about it until this was official.”

“Oh I get it,” he laughs. “I’m really excited for you to move here.”

“Me too, Min! Okay I’ll text you later, I have to go have lunch. Bye!”

“Bye!”

The day of the move finally arrives. The last few weeks have been a mess, between packing all of my stuff and finding an apartment, I haven’t had a minute to relax. But in the end everything has worked out perfectly.

I’ve found an apartment that is close to work but is also close to Seungmin’s apartment. He has helped me a lot while apartment hunting, actually he was the one who found this one. He was the one who went to visit the apartments, so I didn’t have to take the train that many times.

This time my parents were driving me since I had so much stuff that I couldn’t fit it in a suitcase. When we arrive at the building I’m going to live in, Seungmin is waiting for us at the door.

“Hello Mrs. and Mr. Y/LN,” he greets my parents with a hand shake.

“Oh Seungmin, call us by our names, how many times have I told you that?” My mom laughs and hugs him tightly. “How have you been, honey? I heard from your parents that you got a promotion.”

After the party that we went to, Seungmin got the promotion he was hoping for, it seems like we did leave an impression on his boss. Well, he left the impression.

After the smalltalk we then start moving the boxes with my stuff into the apartment, and after one hour we finished putting everything inside my new home.

“We should probably go eat something before organizing and cleaning everything,” my dad suggests.

“Yes please, I’m so tired I can't do anything now. I need food,” I agree with my dad.

We go find a place to have lunch with the four of us together. We end up eating at an Italian restaurant.

After having lunch, we go back to my apartment to finish putting everything together.

After a few hours and us being really tired, my new apartment is all set up. My parents leave not much longer after finishing it and Seungmin stays with me to help me give it a few finishing touches.

“This apartment screams you, Y/N,” he says while sitting on the sofa. “I’m so happy that we live so close by now.”

“I’m happy too, Min,” I say, sitting next to him. “I’m so happy to start my new life here, meet new people, have you closer…” I rest my head on his shoulder.

We stay like that in silence, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“Oh, by the way, Y/N,” Seungmin says, breaking the silence.

“Mhm,” my voice comes out sleepy, I’m so tired that if Seungmin hadn't spoken I might have fallen asleep right there.

“So a few of my colleagues are going to be meeting for a dinner, nothing official or anything, but everyone is bringing their partners, and…” he stops. “... Nevermind, it’s stupid.”

“Do you want me to pretend to be your fiancée again?” I sit up and look at him. “You didn’t tell them that we’re not together?”

“I- I didn’t, they kept asking me how were you doing and I never found the guts to tell them that we weren’t really a couple. I- I’m sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s nothing.”

Is it really nothing? Why wouldn’t he tell them that we’re not together? I understand why he didn’t tell them the first time, for the party. I know how he felt then and how he needed to go to that party and pretend to be someone. But now? I feel confused, but it wouldn’t hurt to pretend to date again, would it?

“I can pretend once again that we’re engaged, no problem.” I say after a few thinking seconds. “I’m okay with that.”

The day of the dinner with Seungmin’s coworkers arrives sooner than expected. We’ll be meeting at 8 pm at a popular restaurant in the city center. I Googled it right after Seungmin texted me the details of the date. It seems like an expensive place.

I finish what I was doing at the office just on time to go home and get ready.

“Hey, are you in a hurry?” I hear right behind me. I turn around just to find one of my coworkers. I have never spoken to him more than just simple greetings when walking in the office, all I know is that he’s one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s tall, blonde, and has the cutest smile.

“Mmm kind of, why?” I ask, smiling.

“Oh I just figured,” he laughs. “I’m Yunho by the way”

“Y/N.” I shake his hand. “Nice to meet you.”

“So, where’re you going?” He asks me while we walk to the elevator.

“Oh, I’m headed to a…” date? dinner with friends? “I’m meeting with some people for dinner.” That sounded so weird, why can’t I say it’s a date? Why does it feel weird?

“A date or with friends?” Why is he so insistent on knowing?

“It’s complicated,” I laugh it off.

“Well either way, have fun tonight!” We walk out of the building and we go in different directions.

My coworker stays in my mind until I arrive home. Once I’m back in my apartment I check my phone. 7:15 pm. I have to be quick getting ready because Seungmin is coming in less than half an hour to pick me up.

I had already chosen my outfit before, I’m going to be wearing a beautiful light yellow summer dress that has a pretty flow when I move around. I pair it with a pair of low white heels and a simple gold necklace. I quickly do a simple makeup look, and as I’m finishing the final touches, I hear the doorbell. Just on time.

“Hey Seungmin,” I say as I open the door. He looks so stylish. “Wow, you look amazing, Min.” He’s wearing a light blue shirt and black pants. A simple yet fancy outfit.

“Look who’s talking!” He gestures at me. “That dress looks so good on you, you’re so beautiful Y/N.”

Seungmin’s POV

We arrive at the restaurant just on time, and I see all of my colleagues already there. There’s not many of us. The first one I see is Hyunjin, and the blue haired man who’s right next to him must be his boyfriend, I can’t remember his name right now.

“Seungmin, Y/N!” Hyunjin comes to greet us. “How are you? Oh, let me introduce you to my boyfriend, Felix. Felix, this is Seungmin and Y/N.” We shake hands.

“Hyunjin has talked so much about you, you’re engaged right?” Felix says, and I notice he has an accent.

“Yes!” Y/N answers. “It was a beautiful proposal, he took me to my favorite restaurant and asked me to be his wife and I couldn’t resist him,” she giggles.

Once again I’m impressed with her acting skills. And once again I start to think about her as more than a friend.

Since the party we first went to as a couple, I couldn’t stop thinking about how good I felt calling Y/N my fiancée, something changed for me that day. But I don’t think it changed for her. When she left, I felt lonely, and that had never happened before. I mean, we’ve been friends since forever, and that’s all that we are, friends and nothing else.

These months I’ve had time to think, and to put my feelings in order. Since my ex cheated on me, I started seeing a therapist and that helped me get to know myself so much better. So when I started having feelings for Y/N again, I knew. I had fallen in love with her. I was in love with my best friend. And there was so little I could do about it.

Y/N’s POV

After all of the introductions we sit at the table to have dinner, and I end up sitting between Seungmin and Felix.

“So, what do you do for a living, Felix?”

“I’m a baker!” He exclaims. “I’m working on opening my own bakery, it’s been my dream since I was a kid.”

“That’s so cool!” I’ve always liked baking even though every time I try I make a disaster, but I have fun doing it. “You have to teach me how to make something simple, because I’m a mess in the kitchen,” I laugh.

“Totally.”

I hear Seungmin laughing, “Don’t let her near the kitchen if you appreciate your food.”

“Hey!” I playfully hit Seungmin’s arm.

“You guys are so cute,” Hyunjin, who’s sitting next to Felix, says.

We have a great time talking to them and to Seungmin’s other colleagues. When we finish dinner, someone suggests going to a club and we all agree.

I feel so comfortable with everyone, and since I moved here I haven’t been out with friends. Work has occupied most of my time; adjusting to the new company has been fun but tiring.

We go to a club that’s nearby. The first thing we do as we enter is go order some drinks, and once we have those some of us go straight to the dance floor. I notice Seungmin stays back, talking with some people.

I end up with Felix, Hyunjin and a man called Jeongin. We start dancing to the rhythm of the music and I notice how well Felix and Hyunjin dance.

We laugh and dance for a long time, having so much fun. I’ve missed this. At one point I leave the dance floor to go to the bathroom and as I’m leaving I almost crash into someone’s back.

“Are you- Wait, Y/N?” The mysterious man turns around to check if I’m okay.

“Yunho!” I recognize my coworker. “What are you doing here?” I say, almost screaming, since the music was so loud.

“I’m here with some friends, are you alone?” He bends over a bit since he’s way taller than me.

“She’s not alone,” I hear someone say behind me. I turn around and see an irritated Seungmin.

“Okay man, calm down,” Yunho chuckles.

Seungmin then grabs my arm and pulls me aside. I send an apologetic glance to Yunho, who nods and returns to his friends.

“Are you insane?” I exclaim, turning to face Seungmin. “What’s your problem?”

He doesn’t answer, he just stares at me. Why is he acting so weird?

“Why did you do that? Could you at least explain yourself?”

“I thought he was bothering you.” He looks more calm now, still a bit annoyed though.

“He was not!” I’m starting to feel furious, and maybe alcohol was not helping. What does he think he is to do that? “What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t want another man to flirt with you,” he says so softly that I almost don’t hear it. He sounds a bit drunk so I don’t take his words seriously.

Without any answer, I leave. I need some air, and my head is swirling. I start walking down the street and I hear someone following me. I turn around and I see Seungmin.

“Y/N, please stop! Let me explain myself, please!”

“You better have a great explanation for everything.” I keep walking, now at a slow pace.

“Okay, I’ll explain everything, but not now.” I look at him annoyed. “Don’t look at me like that, we’re both tipsy and now is not the best time to talk about feelings”

Feelings?

“Let me walk you home and we’ll talk tomorrow morning.”

I nod and we start walking in the direction of my apartment, without saying a word the whole walk there.

I say goodbye to Seungmin and get in my apartment. My head is turning and I feel super confused. I take off my makeup, drink some water and go to bed, hopefully tomorrow everything will clear out.

The next morning I wake up with a headache. How much did I drink yesterday? I can’t remember. I check my phone and I see a text message from Seungmin. Whenever you wake up text me please, and memories from last night start to come to my head.

I text him back: ‘m up

We text back and forth for a few minutes and we decide to meet at my favorite coffee shop in half an hour.

Once in the coffee shop and after ordering some coffee, we go sit at one of the tables that was in a corner.

“Let me talk first and then you can decide to stay mad at me or not,” Seungmin breaks the silence. “This has been hard for me to realize, but ever since we went to my company’s party I’ve started to feel things. I’ve started to feel things for you. I know we’ve talked about it before, and all the times we said we didn’t feel anything for each other I meant it.

“I don’t know if it was because I was vulnerable after Yuna cheated on me or why, but the first time I fake called you my fiancée I liked how it sounded. After you left I started to think about it and I couldn’t stop the feelings I began to have for you.

“I know this must be weird and all at once and I don’t need an answer now. I just need you to know that I’m in love with you.”

I’m astonished. I didn’t know how he felt about me, I would never have guessed it. But now it makes so much sense. How he felt when we went to the party, and that explains why he didn’t tell his coworkers that we weren’t a couple.

“I- I’m not mad at you, Min,” I say after a few minutes in silence. “I just need to process everything. Because I'd be lying if I didn’t like pretending to be your fiancé at those parties.” I take a deep breath.

“Take your time, Y/N. I don’t want to have an influence on what you feel about me or us.”

“That’s the weird part, Min. I feel something, I don’t know what it is but I feel something for you.” I rub my face. “I thought we could never be more than friends, come on, how many people have told us all these years how cute of a couple we would be?” I laugh nervously.

“And how many times have we laughed about it?” He adds.

“I think,” I stop, debating how to phrase my thoughts, “I think that in my head this was never a possibility so whenever I would have had any feelings of any type for you I would repress them.”

And that’s something that had crossed my mind multiple times before, I’ve thought of how good of a boyfriend he would be, he’s always been so kind and so thoughtful with me.

“But maybe I was wrong,” Seungmin looks at me in shock, we make eye contact and we kiss. He grabs me by my waist to pull me closer.

“Wow,” he says when we separate from each other. “I-” He clears his throat “I wasn’t expecting you to do that.”

“Why not?” I laugh.

“So, would you be my girlfriend, Y/N?” he asks me, leaning closer and giving me a peck.

“I would have to think about it,” I joke.

He pouts, giving me those big puppy eyes he knows I can’t say no to.

“Of course I would like to be your girlfriend, silly,” I chuckle. “You know, you look like a puppy when you do that.”

He then gently grabs my face and slowly leans closer. Our lips collide again and he licks my bottom lip, asking for permission to deepen the kiss.

I feel so safe with him, so happy. This is going to be the start of something wonderful.

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