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mmurderhousewrites · 1 month

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Rich Baby Daddy pt. one (sukuna x reader)

Summary: You're invited to a party by a close friend and end up bumping into someone from your past.

Warnings: none.

The mornings used to be your favorite. Waking up next to your hunk of a man. The sun shining through your bedroom windows. Oh how you missed those lovely mornings.

Now however, your mornings consisted of you waking up at the crack of dawn due to your crying 4 year old. bathing and clothing not only yourself but your child as well, making breakfast, and somehow managing to get to work on time.

Now on your days off, if you were lucky, Yuji, your son, would sleep in. And if god was somehow on your side that day, your baby daddy might even come pick up his son for awhile, giving you some free time. But those days were rare considering Sukuna is a business man.

Sukuna is the CEO of jujutsu tech, a huge electronic corporation. you had met him through your close friend getou and hit it off. Eventually you two moved in with each other and not long after that he got you pregnant.

Times have changed though unfortunatley. Sukuna is a very hard working man, so hardworking that he put his job before his own family. About a year after yuji was born you decided to leave after getting into a big argument with sukuna, taking yuji with you.

At first you stayed with your parents for a while before finding yourself a cute apartment in the city, it was a two bedroom 1 and a half bathroom. That's where you and yuji have been ever since.

You and your baby dad have had a neutral relationship ever since, sukuna of course always trying to get you to go back but times have changed and you are a new woman.

As of now it was about 1:00pm. You worked as a journalist in the new station in the city, not to far from your apartment. sitting at your desk, going through old news feed, your phone dings.

Looking over you see youve gotten a message. It was from Getou.

Geto: hey, theres some kind of party later a friend of mine is hosting. Wanted to know if u were interested in being my plus 1 ;p

You giggle to yourself. What a flirt. You could always drop yuji off to your parents for the night, after all they loved your little pink haired baby. And on top of that you could use a night out.

Quickly typing back to geto you respond,

Me: Sounds interesting.. Whats the dresscode?

geto: formal. I figure you might get a good story out of one of these rich folks huh?

Me: hmmm i think im sold suguru.

geto: great! ill pick you up at 8.

"L/N! I'm not paying you to text on your phone! I need a story!" You hear your boss, Mark yell from his office behind you.

You roll your eyes before collecting your things, standing up you head over to marks office. "The Richardsons are hosting a party tonight, i'm gonna see what tea i can find. I know the juliani"s are hiding something." You say leaning against the door frame.

"yeah well the Juliani's have a mind of their own."

"im gonna leave to go get ready." you say turning around, heading to the exit.

"L/N!" Mark calls out to you making you stop and turn to face him. "be careful. I don't need another Journalist coming up missing." You nod your head before leaving the building and heading to the parking lot.

It was true, the last journalist who went to investage the Juliani family, they turned up missing. In fact it was your coworker Nobara Kugisaki. Police reports were made out by her family about a week ago and nothing has come up.

you shivered as you walked to your car, the cold making it so you can see your breathe. Once you reached your car, a small 2020 Honda civic, you opened your door and put your bags in.

"Y/n" you freeze, hearing that oh so sexy voice say your name for the first time in what? months?

Turning around you find yourself face to face with the man you once loved, oh who are you kidding still love. He was wearing a long black coat and black jeans, his pink hair ruffled as usual and his tattoos just added to his handsome features.

"ryo- what are you doing here?" You ask, crossing your arms.

He walks closer to you, making you take a step back, leaning against your cars back door.

"i just wanted to see you." He says quietly, swiping a piece of your hair out of your face and behind your ear. You can't help but blush.

Pushing his hand away, you roll your eyes. "What are you really here for" you werent an idiot. Sukuna is a powerful man and busy one at that, there was no way he got out of work just to come see you.. especially considering he barely seen your son. But you couldn't be mad after all he was sending you checks every few weeks with at least 3,000$ on them.. so he was still providing for you and yuji in a way.

He chuckles, "I heard youre going to that party later with Getou.."

Was he serious right now? "What about it?" You question, eyebrow perking up.

"Don't go." He says darkly.

"Are you kidding me? What are you jealous? I'm a grown woman i deserve a night out once in a while!" You say before turning away and hoping in your car.

Sukuna leans against your window, so you roll it down. "Look kitten, if i were you i'd actually listen to your baby dad for once. It's not gonna be pretty" he smiles before backing away from your car.

You take this opportunity to pull out of the parking lot, making your way to yuji's daycare.

When you arrive at the daycare. You are first greeted by gojo, one of the daycare teachers and also getou's best friend.

"Well hello there Y/N! Here for yuuji?" Gojo asks, leaning towards you. "Its nap time right now so the children are asleep."

"Well unfortunately i'm going to have ti disturb his sleep because we have a pretty busy schedule for tonight" you laugh. "How have you been?" You havent really had a conversation with gojo in a while, you and him werent close, maybe because of how much of an extrovert he is.

"Im alriiight! I got a new apartment on 37th its a real beautyy." He drags on.

"Nice! Thats good to here" gojo pulls out his walky talky and yells loudly, "yuji has an early dismissal!!"

Next thing you know, theres a bunch of crying children in the next room over. What an idiot. You mentally facepalm.

Shoko, another daycare teacher comes out with yuji in her arms. He looks over to you and smiles.

After you get yuji and yourself situated in the car, you guys make your way over to your parents house. You had called them on your way to get yuji and of course they were more then thrilled to take yuji for the night.

Your parents lived anout 25 minutes away from the city so the drive wasnt too bad. Yuji was in his carseat playing on his ipad and minding his business.

"Mommy can i have 100$" your four year old says randomly. You cant help but laugh loudly.

"What do you need $100 for butt?" You ask, looking back at your som through the rear view mirror.

"I want a trampoline" he says, looking at you.

"You already have a trampoline at Nana's house and youre going there right now."

"But thats at nana's i want my own! My friend megumi has one at his house" he says, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah yeah."

After dropping your sin off to your parents, and making your way make home, you look through your closet trying to find a decent formal dress. You did have quit a few dresses considering you and sukuna would attend parties and other get togethers for business reasons.

Coming across a long black velvet dress you stop your search. This dress is skin tight and strapless, but has small diamonds adorned around the dress, making it sparkle just right.

Once you got dressed and finished your makeup, you put your hair up into a slick back ponytail, and added a little star charm clip to go with it. You looked absolutely gorgeous. Though your choice in heels would definitely make your feet sore after a night of dancing, looking good is what truly mattered. After all you were really only going to collect some dirt on any of the business men doing work with the Juliani's.

Tonight sure was going to be interesting.

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lunajay33 · 2 months

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Summary: Y/n is a loner but loves ballet but her family doesn’t have enough money for her to dance at the studio, Daryl is a redneck who hates people and prefers bikes, until one day these two run into eachother and their lives change drastically, will Daryl toughen her up? Will y/n soften Daryl? Or both? How will things go when people start coming back from the dead

Pairing: Young Daryl Dixon x f!reader

A/n: This is going to be a series, it’s gonna start with how they met eachother and their lives before the apocalypse, eventually it’ll blend with twd story line!!

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I’ve always wanted to dance, to strap on pretty pink ballet slippers and wear the tights and everything, ever since I was a little girl and first watch Swan Lake, watching how there was a light beautiful side but how also a dark side to a person it hooked me, but that dream was quickly crushed when my parents refused, saying they didn’t have enough money to put me in ballet because my older brothers football was more important and they couldn’t afford both at once

It’s always been like that, whatever my brother wanted he’d get within a reasonable price, but when I asked for the simplest things they would get mad and always turn me down, saying I should get a job if I ever wanted anything. So that’s exactly what I did, I got a waitressing job at the little diner in town, working after school and on weekends just hoping to be able to save enough for ballet classes, but balancing school and work everyday is exhausting and having a terrible home life ontop of that doesn’t help

My older coworker told me to make some friends and that might help things, help distract myself for a while and have a person to relay on for once but it wasn’t so simple, if you weren’t drop dead gorgeous, or had nice clothes and money in my school then the girls treated you like a ghost

So here I am sat at my usual bench under the wilting tree behind the school for lunch, sitting in the cafeteria all alone at a whole table felt pathetic, embarrasing, plus it was more comforting here, no pry judgemental eyes, plus the air out here smelt of fall, fallen crisp leaves, the towns forest right behind the school, it was comforting

I finished my lunch putting the book I was ready away in my bag and made my way back for my next class, biology and today we were getting a new seating arrangement, one I’ve been waiting for the whole month since I was sat next to one of the mean girls, I took my seat right as the bell rang

“Okay class today we are moving around, so find your spots” she said as she projected the new seating up on the board, I found my name at the second table to the back on the left, I made my way noticing I was sat with Daryl Dixon. He was quiet, usually kept to himself kind of like me, people would always talk bad about him but never dared say anything if his older brother was around, I remember the times my brother would complain about how obnoxious Merle Dixon was….as if he wasn’t the exact same

I plopped down next to him taking out my books and pencil case

“Hi”

“Hey” he said keeping his eyes on the table

That’s all we said to each other the whole period until the end of class

“Okay everyone, whoever you’re sitting with is now going to be your new lab partner, you’ll be working on this project together outside of class and it’ll be due at the end of next week, so I advise you figure out a time and place to work on this” she said as she handed out papers seeing it was a project on the cycle of frogs and their habitats

There was 10 minutes left in class for us to figure out how to get this project done, I turned in my seat looking at Daryl, up close I noticed he was actually kinda cute in a mysterious way

“Would you like to come to my house tomorrow so we can work on it?” I asked as tomorrow was Saturday

“Sure” I wrote down my address and gave it to him right when the bell rang

I was getting ready for Daryl to come over, I don’t know why I was so nervous maybe because I’ve never really had many people over and that my parents and brother were psychotic and mean and I didn’t want him to witness that. I looked in the mirror brushing out my hair that I’ve combed through a hundred times already, hoping my outfit was nice enough, a whiteish sweatshirt that had a hint of blush pink to it, paired with black leggings just wanting to be comfortable but hopefully still cute, that’s when I heard a knock at the door

“ILL GET IT!” I screamed not wanting anyone else to answer especially not my brother since he knew Daryl was Merle’s brother

I stood infront of the closed door huffing out a breath to calm my jitters, I opened it and there he stood, hands in pockets with his usual gruff demeanor

“Come in” I said stepping aside for him to come in

“Do you wanna work in my room?”

“Sure” he said as he kicked off his shoes

I lead the way to my room, it wasn’t a big house so it wasn’t like we had to go down hallways to get to my room, I closed the door when we got in as he dropped his notebook on my bed looking around my room which made me anxious, my walls had little framed photos of Swan Lake, little painting of ballet slippers, my room wasn’t much since my parents put so much into Jackson’s room but these photos were all I had to keep me happy

“Nice room” he said with a smirk

“You don’t have to lie” I said smiling as I crawled on my bed sitting up against the head board as he followed to sit at the foot of the bed

“I ain’t, it’s…..different, do ya dance?” He asked looking back to the pictures I adored

“No, I’ve always dreamed of it though”

He looked at me with a strange look I couldn’t read

“Well why don’t ya?”

“My parents won’t let me, said Jackson football is my important and will lead to something” I said shrugging my shoulders, if anyone could understand brother problems it would be him

His usual glaring eyes softened but I didn’t want the pity, I thought about my crushed dream enough I didn’t want to think about it more so I flipped open the text book to the section we needed and we got to work, it was silent for the most part and I welcomed it, until we took a break

“Merle says yer brother is always runnin his mouth, talks bad about ya” my heart thumped in my chest, Jackson could say anything about me and I’d have no way to deny it since no one really liked me and he had his whole football team full of guys who only thought with one thing

“What does he say?” I asked nervously

“Says yer a weirdo, says ya run around sleepin with every guy on his football team” my heart felt like it stopped and shrivelled up

“What……..I would never, I can’t believe he would say that, I don’t know why he hates me so much” I said as my bottom lip quivered try to control myself, not wanting to cry infront of him and make him uncomfortable

“Merle an I, we don’t believe ‘em……..plus it ain’t like everyone else in that damn school ain’t like that” he said looking back down at his note book, fidgeting with his pencil

“It would be better if I had friends that would believe me and be on my side” I said huffing a little sarcastic laugh

“I can be yer friend” he said so quietly I almost didn’t hear him

“You don’t have to pity me, I know you don’t like people” he looked back up at me with he glaring expression but for some reason it didn’t bother me

“I ain’t pitying ya, yer one of the few people that don’t annoy me at school, yer nice and keep to yer self” he said bluntly making my heart flutter

“Okay, I’d like to be friends then!” I said smiling as we both went back to work

After 2 hours of going back and forth working and talking we got the project done, I led him to the door standing there as he laced up his shoes, I opened the door as he stood back up

“So uhh, ya wanna hang out again tomorrow?” He asked gripping his backpack strap

“Sure, I have a shift at the diner in the morning but you can come by and we can eat there after I’m done, I get a discount!” I said excited

“Sounds good” he said about to leave before I stopped him

“Wait, here’s my number, it’s for my room phone so you can call anytime if you want” I said handing him a piece of paper with my number

“I’ll call ya later then, see ya” he said in his gruff voice as he left watching him disappear up the side walk

It was the next day and I was almost done my shift, I’d covered a lot of tables and was now just wiping down the counter waiting to see Daryl walk through the door, the door bell chimed and I looked up excited but instead it was Jackson and some of his football team members, they came in loud and obnoxious as usual

They came to the counter, filling three seats along the counter

“Jackson what are you doing here?” I asked putting down the rag I was using

“Oh come on sis we’re just hungry” he said sarcastically as his friends laughed with him

I sighed taking out my pad “well what do you wanted?”

“I wanna see you bent over my truck” his friend said, I was disgusted but I wasn’t good with this kind of thing

“Cute little thing like you mmmmm, what I wouldn’t do” his other friend said

I was beyond embarrased I just wish someone could help me, and as if my prayers were answered someone came in to intervene

“Leave er alone jackasses” I looked down to a seat further down the counter seeing it was Daryl, he must have just came in

“Oh ya and what’re you gonna do Dixon?”

“Just get outta here” he said sending a glare that could kill, they huffed and got up with a commotion

“Whatever, we’ll see you around bitch” they said to me before they left, I made my way to where Daryl was seated my face felt so hot

“Sorry you had to see that?” I said giving him a glass of water

“Do they do that often?”

“Ya usually when I’m working on the weekend, they think it’s funny”

“I can get Merle, set them straight” he said making me smile

“Nah it’s not your problem but thank you, I’m kinda use to it by now, even though it incredibly embarrassing” I said covering my cheeks

“Anyways, I’m done now so I’ll go clock out and be right back” I said trying to change the subject, I walked to the back taking of my waist apron and got my purse

“You done for the day sweetie?” My older coworker May asked

“Yeah, but me and my friend are going to have some lunch here”

Her eyes lit up “Friend? Did you finally manage to snatch someone up” she said twirling her pen as she smacked on her cherry gum she always had in her mouth

“Yes, he’s just easy to be around”

“HE?”

“Yes May my friend is a boy don’t get all crazy, but he’s waiting so I have to go before he thinks I left” I said blushing as I went back out and sat next to him at the counter

May took our orders and left to attend to the other few customers that were still here

“So why do ya work here?” He asked

“My parents said if I ever wanted anything I needed to get my own money, plus I’m trying to save to be able to afford ballet classes, it may be stupid but it’s my dream”

“It ain’t stupid, yer workin fer what ya want, I get that” his voice was kind but the grumble to it made me tingle

“Thanks, do you work anywhere?” I asked as May gave us our meals, my strawberry milkshake and grilled cheese, and Daryl’s coke with a burger and fries

“Sometimes I work on fixin people’s bikes ‘round town ta make some extra money, Merle said I’d make more if I did what he did but I don’t wanna fall into that crowd” I knew what Merle did, the whole town did

“Maybe one day we can get outta this town where people won’t judge us and we can have actual good jobs”

“Ya maybe”

With that we silently ate our food until we finished and May gave us our checks with my discount then we were leaving heading the door bell chime

We walked down to my house as neither of us had cars, until we stopped infront of the house awkwardly

“Lunch was nice, thanks for coming bye, you can come anytime”

“ ‘course, I’ll……I’ll see ya tomorrow then?”

“Ya I’ll see you tomorrow Daryl” I said smiling as we went separate ways, I closed the door to the house my heart thumping against my chest

I finally had a friend

Part.2

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loveymontgomery · 1 month

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what if all i need is you?

addison montgomery x reader

contains smut - about 1k words in

word count: 6740

a/n: veers away from the actual series - takes place right before (and into) the prom episode!! i wrote this in NOVEMBER LOL been hiding in the google docs 4ever. may be off continuity-wise (or some things may just be weird) but i was too busy thinking abt addie -- can u blame me?!?!?!?1//1?!

lyrics from taylor swift's "slut!"

Flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard

Clink clink, being this young is art

You and Dr. Montgomery had just left work together. The two of you were on-call the night before, and got off in the afternoon. She had been wearing her flamingo pink scrubs that night, looking beautiful as ever. Her hair was less curled than usual, fairly straight, with a slight inward curl at the end–how you liked it the most.

You’d gotten an Uber right after work, and took it downtown, where the two of you walked up and down streets (popping into stores occasionally), until dinner. You stopped in a small local place, which turned out to be much better than expected.

“We’ve got to come back here,” Dr. Montgomery said.

“Absolutely, Dr. Montgomery,” you replied, a smile on your face.

“It’s Addison, to you. Surely, we’re on a first-name basis at this point.”

“Cheers, Addison,” you clink your glasses. “To this amazing dinner.”

Aquamarine, moonlit swimming pool

What if all I need is you?

After dinner, with the impending sunset, Addison called an Uber for the both of you. She took you back to the hotel she’d been staying at following her divorce from Derek Shepherd. She led you up to her room, telling you all about the different things the hotel had–a gym, obviously, billiards, a family and an adults only pool (with a hot tub), as well as a jacuzzi in her bathroom. Seeing your excitement at the jacuzzi, she suggested that the pair of you take a dive–she’d let you borrow one of her two swimsuits.

After looking through her luggage, she handed you a black bikini. “You can change first,” she said. You stepped into the bathroom, only a few paces from where you were standing. Peeling off your pants, you noticed the size of the jacuzzi. It wasn’t large. Regardless of where you sat, you’d be in contact with Addison. The thought sent a shiver down your spine, and heat to your cheeks. You tried to shake it off, pulling off the rest of your clothes and putting on Addison’s bikini. As you glared in the mirror, you noticed how it fit you. It wasn’t skimpy, (Addison surely wouldn’t have offered it to you if it was) but you looked good. The lighting in the bathroom placed emphasis on your barely-there abs, and made you look much more toned than you truly were.

Checking yourself out, you decided to pull your hair down from the messy bun it had been in during the day. You weren’t sure why, but you made sure that your hair looked perfect before you exited the bathroom.

Addison stared at you in silence for a moment, checking you out. She seemed to snap out of it quickly, saying, “Sorry. Not used to seeing my bikini on someone else.” You noticed a red tint on her cheeks as she passed you to go into the bathroom, though. You sat on the bed, trying to keep your mind away from imagining Addison in a bikini, even though you’d see her in one in a few moments. You didn’t want to think about it–seeing her collarbone, her shoulders, her waist. God, you couldn’t even think about her legs without your face heating up. Which shouldn’t happen. You couldn’t be thinking about your friend–your coworker–like that.

She opened the door moments later, wearing a pink bikini. You took a mental note of that, Addison’s favorite color is pink, surprisingly. It was like you felt time stop when you saw her. She looked gorgeous, better than you could’ve ever imagined that anyone could. Her voice brought you back to reality.

“I turned on the jacuzzi. So…”

“Right,” you said, and followed her into the bathroom. She got into the bathroom with all the grace you could imagine. You tried to not get distracted, following her into the jacuzzi. You sat across from her, your knees touching. “Must be nice to come home to this,” you joked.

“Oh, yeah,” she smiled. “This thing has to be one of the best ways to unwind.”

“What are the other ways?” you asked, a slight bit of flirtation coming out. You didn’t even realize, not until you had already said it.

“Can’t tell you all my secrets, can I?” Addison flirted back, brushing her knee along your leg. Hearing the ding of her cellphone, Addison reached to the counter behind you, where she’d placed her phone before you’d come into the bathroom. You held your breath at the close proximity. Her stomach was practically in your face, and it took nearly everything in you to not look up. She sighed when she looked at it, but quickly came back down to the jacuzzi, sitting next to you, instead of across from you.

“Hi,” you said, taking a deep breath.

“Hi,” Addison replied, a sly smirk on her face.

“Who was that?”

“Oh, just Derek. Nothing important,” she said, ever-so-slightly moving closer to you. You felt her thigh against yours, and nearly went into cardiac arrest. It was a miracle that you weren’t hooked up to a heart monitor, because she surely would’ve caught on to the fact that you were practically dying from just being near her. Addison pushed a piece of your hair behind your ear. “Did I ever tell you how much I appreciate you?”

“Uh… you might’ve mentioned it once or twice,” you said, quietly, as Addison started to get closer to you.

“You make my life so much easier by just being in it,” she confessed, looking into your eyes. You swallowed thickly, your breath picking up. “Are you nervous?” Addison asked, picking up on the tenseness radiating from you. When you didn’t answer, she said, “Don’t be nervous. It’s just me.” Leaning forward, Addison placed a soft kiss on your lips. Your hands found their way into her hair, and Addison planted herself on top of your legs. Like something snapped, the kiss heated up, and you felt Addison’s hands running along your sides and then felt a hand along your thigh, and one in your hair. After a few moments, Addison pulled back, resting her forehead on yours. “Good?”

“Yeah. Yeah. Good,” you said. One of Addison’s hands found your neck, pressing on your pulse point.

“Relax, Y/N. I’m gonna have to take you back to the hospital.”

“If it means spending more time with you…” you trailed off, lightly joking. You glared into her eyes. “You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you,” she said, before returning to kiss you. Addison’s hips started to grind against nothing, which didn’t go unnoticed from you. Even though she wasn’t doing much to you–just the feeling of her thighs moving along yours was enough to drive you crazy. It didn’t get easier when she started to slip her tongue into your mouth. You moaned into her mouth, which really didn’t go unnoticed by Addison, as she ran her hand back up to your chest, feeling you up through the bikini she lent you. She pulled back slightly, “having fun?” she asked, while continuing to feel you up.

It took everything in you to not make a sound, which was very evident to Addison. “Mhm…” you hummed in response.

“Oh, come on… Use your words,” Addison commanded lightly.

“Yes. Addison, I need-,” you started, cutting yourself off because of the pleasure that Addison was bringing you.

“What do you need, sweetheart?”

“You. Just… you. All I need is you,” you admitted, breathlessly. Addison’s confident exterior faded, seemingly affected by your statement. She practically lunged toward you, placing her lips on yours roughly. Her hands traveled up and down your back and sides quickly. She lightly pulled on the back of the bikini you were wearing before pulling apart to ask,

“May I?”

You nodded, knowing your words would fail you. You pulled Addison back towards you, and it was now your turn to kiss her roughly. She made a noise of surprise before pulling the strings to your bikini, causing it to fall off completely. Taking her lips off of yours, she began to kiss down your jaw and onto your neck, where she sucked for a moment. Doing it with a doctor really was as good as you’d think. Addison knew all the spots. Moving down, past your neck, she placed light kisses along your collarbone and down onto one of your breasts.

You couldn’t help the moan that came out of you. “Oh, Addie…” Addison pulled back, scanning your body.

“You’re so beautiful. Perfect,” she decided, bringing one of her hands to your breast. Lightly, she ran her thumb back-and-forth across your nipple, watching your reaction. She took note of your heavy breaths. “Feels good?” You nodded. “Just sensitive?” she questioned.

“Yeah, for you.”

“You’re gonna inflate my ego by saying things like that,” Addie warned.

“Things like what? The truth?”

“Shut up,” Addison said, going to kiss you again. She began to toy with your nipple, loving the way you squirmed under her. You couldn’t help the quiet moans that came out of your mouth. Her other hand found its way to your upper thigh, before she pulled apart again, “Can I-”

“Addison, you can do whatever you want to me,” you cut her off, pulling Addison’s face back to yours. Within seconds, you felt Addison’s hand sliding under your bikini bottom. You lifted your hips instinctively, giving her a better angle. When Addison felt how wet you were, the both of you moaned. When one of her fingers came up to your clit, you whined.

“So, you’re really sensitive, huh?” she asked.

“I already told you-”

“Don’t be ashamed, it’s hot,” Addison told you, slowly sliding one of her fingers inside you.

“Addie…”

“I love when you say my name,” she encouraged. She slowly started to move her finger in and out of you, watching your reactions like a hawk. She could see how riled up you were, how you were desperate. Desperate in need of her. “Babe, take a breath. Slow down.”

When you did take a breath, she kissed you lightly. “That’s my girl.” Addison fully intended to take care of you. This was not going to be quick, she was going to revel in the pleasure she gave you, and as much as she loved seeing your desperation for her, she didn’t want you to tire yourself out too quickly. Again, she placed light kisses on your neck, smiling when she heard you moan. Too focused on her finger inside you, you didn’t even realize when she started sucking on your neck. When she pulled back, she said, “oops.”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see later,” she said, smirking. Before you could respond, she pushed another finger inside you.

“Oh, god, Addison,” you moaned, your head falling back. “This is… You’re making me feel so good.”

“Good. Relax for me,” she instructed. She brought herself back up to your face, beginning to make out with you again, while continuing to move her fingers in-and-out of you at a painfully slow pace, every-so-often brushing against your g-spot. Addison loved this; making you feel so good. It was like second nature. It was one of the best ways to unwind.

Eventually, Addison started to speed up her fingers, and your moans started to get louder and louder. She pulled back, wanting to watch how you squirmed because of her. “Addison,” you breathed. “Addi- Addison… oh my God.”

“Addie, please,” you begged. “Please, Addison, please.”

“You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart,” she encouraged. “Come on…” she muttered. She sped up a little bit more, biting her lip as she focused on making you feel good. It was a combination of seeing Addison biting her lip and her saying, “Come on, be a good girl for me,” that really sent you over the edge. You felt your whole body shake as you tried to slightly hold in your moans (the whole world didn’t need to hear you–only Addison). Your thighs practically crushed Addison’s hand as she helped you ride out your orgasm. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of you, and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

She moved back to sitting next to you, and wrapped one of her arms around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on her shoulder, trying to catch your breath. The two of you sat in silence for a moment, before Addison got out of the jacuzzi, and began to help you out. She cleaned you up and dried you with a towel, before leading you back to the bed. You sat on the edge of the bed, watching Addison wordlessly as she went to get you pajamas. She placed her Yale hoodie and a pair of sweatpants next to you.

She went into the bathroom with her own pajamas, and you took that as your cue to put her clothes on. When she came back out of the bathroom, you smiled at each other. You’d never seen Addison in anything less than workplace-casual, and she looked adorable, to say the least. Her glasses only added to it–you loved her glasses. And Addison got a kick out of seeing you in her clothes.

“How are you feeling?” she asked, standing in front of you, using one of her hands to guide your jaw, having you look up at her.

“How do you think?”

“Well, I’d hope amazing,” she said, walking to the other side of the bed, and getting under the covers. You followed her lead. You fell asleep quickly, almost as soon as the lights were off. And your dreams were filled with Addison, watching her from the observatory in the operating rooms, and watching as she looked over babies and talked to patients. When you woke, it was because Addison had ordered room service for the both of you, and she was talking to the delivery man. At first, you were confused, not even remembering having fallen asleep. But when you turned and saw Addison standing at the door with her back to you, it all made sense. She still had a little bit of bedhead, but it was adorable.

“Oh, sorry. Did I wake you?” she asked when she’d turned back around and saw you staring at her with a smile.

“Maybe. I don’t mind.”

“I got breakfast,” she said nervously. She climbed back onto her bed, sitting crisscrossed next to you. Of course, you always knew Addison was kind. She was always a good friend, you’d thought, but you never imagined that she was listening to every word you were saying, which became clear when she’d gotten your favorite breakfast; something you mentioned months ago. You ate together, talking about meaningless things over breakfast. She told you about what Derek had texted her last night–asking her about one of their mutual friends back in New York. She told you about the brownstone and the house in the Hamptons. She told you about their odd neighbors.

She asked what you would tell your friends when you went home, what story you would make up. The both of you knew that there was no way you could tell your coworkers about this. Even if she just told Derek, he’d have to tell Meredith, and then word would spread throughout the entire hospital before you even went back to work. You told her, “Oh, you know. I spent the night with a gorgeous man. Tall, red hair, slender hands,” you began. “And he got me breakfast, that’ll give ‘the guy’ brownie points.”

“Wow. I get brownie points?” Addison asked, laughing to herself.

“Whoa, whoa. The mystery man I’m telling my friends about gets brownie points.”

“Of course.” Addison smiled. You left Addie’s hotel room shortly after that, making sure you avoided Mark Sloan and Chief Webber as you left. She offered to let you borrow her Yale hoodie, so you didn’t have to wear your same outfit from yesterday, but you declined. It was too risky, someone at the house would’ve noticed. You left on good terms, though, or so you thought.

Got love-struck, went straight to my head

Got lovesick all over my bed

The days following your night with Addison went by quickly, but torturously. You didn’t talk to Addison for four days, and you were honestly starting to think that Addison was avoiding you purposefully. You’d only caught sight of her a handful of times, but from afar. She was talking to Mark or arguing with Karev. You could even see Mark trying to flirt with her a few times, which would’ve sent you off-the-rails, if you weren’t trying to keep your feelings for Addison under wraps.

You weren’t doing a good job at hiding your feelings generally, though, because as soon as you got home you’d either lay facedown on the couch or immediately make a break for your bed, slamming the door behind you. Your friends knew something was up, but tried to wait it out, at first.

On Thursday, you heard your friends whispering outside your door, until George lightly knocked on your door before barging in anyway. “Hey…” he said cautiously, as if you were a cat about to lash out at him. He sat on the edge of your bed lightly. “You okay?” You took a deep breath, which to George, was a warning. “Right, bad question… is this about the guy from the other day?” You groaned before sitting up.

“It’s just like, how do we sleep together and then you completely don’t speak to me for days? Not one text, George, not one! Actually, we didn’t even really sleep together, he just fingered me and that was it! I would’ve gone further, he stopped it! Isn’t that weird? I mean, I would expect a text, at least. Like, tell me what went wrong or why you don’t want me anymore!”

“Well, maybe-”

“It would be better if I had just met him at a bar or something and it was a one-night-stand, never see you again, sort of thing. But I knew this guy! For a while! I’m gonna see him around at some point, he can’t just avoid me forever!” you continued to rant, cutting George off.

“You know, guys are-”

“It’s really just so dumb. Like you wanted me and initiated the whole thing and now you won’t even speak to me? It’s like, talk to me! You know?” You stared at George for a minute, expecting him to say something. “Say something!”

“I was expecting you to cut me off, again,” he said. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I think you’re just getting in your head about it all. I do the same thing. We should know better than anyone, though, that people have lives. We go weeks without texting people back.” You stared at him for a moment. He was right, even though you hated that fact. You just wanted Addison to want you, but the fact that she was avoiding you made you feel like it was just a one-night thing for her. It wasn’t, for you. For you, you realized that your friendship with Addison had always been a disguise. You always had feelings for Addison, how could you not have? And how could you not have realized that sooner?

You kept talking to George for a while. After some time, you were sure Meredith and Izzie weren’t listening anymore. It was hard talking to George, though, because everything had to be vague. You couldn’t reveal a thing about this man, unless it was a lie. It did help, though. You started to feel more like yourself. Addison was an adult, she’d talk to you at some point, and things would be sorted out. Surely.

Love to think you’ll never forget

Handprints in wet cement

The following day, you’d finally had a reason to talk to Addison. Dr. Bailey had asked you to deliver a file to her, and even though you would’ve rather had anyone else do it, Meredith was the only person nearby. It took a while of looking, but you’d finally managed to find Addison by the nurses’ station. Unfortunately, though, she was talking to Mark. You watched, trying to hide your utter rage, as Mark was clearly flirting with her, and she wasn’t pushing him aside. You walked up to the pair of them, clearing your throat.

“Doctor Montgomery.” She hummed when she turned, not immediately realizing it was you. “This is from Doctor Bailey,” you said, your eyes darting between her and Mark. It was hard to read Addison, but looking in her eyes, you could’ve sworn you saw her trying to hide her guilt.

But Mark… When you turned to leave, Mark said, “Leaving already? We were just starting to have fun!”

“Stop flirting with me, Mark,” you said, walking away quickly. You found an empty closet, and sat on the floor.

Adorned with smoke on my clothes

Lovelorn and nobody knows

Love thorns all over this rose

I’ll pay the price, you won’t

You were starting to feel crazy, really. How could months of friendship with Addison completely fall out of touch? You hadn’t initiated things with Addison, how were you to know that your romance would end any relationship you had had with Addison? After a few more days, the whole hospital knew you were upset. It wasn’t hard to find out—people just had to look at you. When you saw Doctor Burke in passing, even he said something about it. But nobody knew why. Well, that was a lie. People thought they knew why. They thought that it was because you were having guy problems. You were not having guy problems.

It was your turn to avoid Addison, now. There wasn’t a chance that she hadn’t heard about what was going on with you, but you hoped she knew better than to think that it was about a guy. She was smart enough to know it was about her.

To help, your friends tried to find someone else for you. They brought you to Joe’s, (keeping you away from the dartboard, and away from the drinks, they only let you have enough to let loose) and tried to set you up with every man they found. They were cute, you supposed. Their plan really wasn’t working out. They tried for a while, though, you had to give them that. Even Cristina seemed dedicated, though you saw her complain to Meredith often. You had a good enough time, until you were leaving. Alex had showed up at some point, and he took part in trying to get you laid. But once you had decided to leave, he said, “Oh, get over it, already! Let me show you a good time.”

You honestly could not believe him. You knew he was an asshole, obviously. But he’d seen you in pain for weeks, and still said something like that. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” you shouted, turning and walking out the door before you could even see his reaction. That was new, from you. Even with Alex always being a douchebag, you’d never yelled at him. You called an Uber, and went home, blasting sad music in your headphones once you’d reached your bed. You don’t know when your friends got home, you didn’t see them until the morning. In the morning, you didn’t eat breakfast, and you barely said anything to your friends. They didn’t say much to each other, either. It was like your presence immediately ruined the mood. You yelled at Alex. Sure, you never yell, but it was Alex, you should be allowed to yell at Alex without Izzie acting like you’d kill her for speaking.

You couldn’t believe this was happening. How could going out with Addison after work one day lead to all this? This was Addison’s doing, and yet you were living your life in misery while her life stayed the same. You’d seen Addison in passing a few times, but only for work. You really didn’t even say hello. It was a week after you yelled at Alex that she paged you.

Seeing Addison at first was fine. You were in your “work mode” and she was just Doctor Montgomery, not Addison. But when she told you to follow her, and she started to lead you to an on-call room, you started to get nervous. This wasn’t work. This was Addison. She locked the door behind you.

“Hey,” she said, clearly nervous, even for herself.

“Hey,” you said back.

“I heard about what happened with Alex,” she grimaced. “I’m sure he deserved it.”

“When does he not?” you said, numbly. It pained Addison to see you like this. There wasn’t the slightest bit of you that was happy. She could see it in your eyes. “Is that all you heard?”

“No.”

“That’s great,” you said, as sarcastic as you could, even with how numb you felt. “Didn’t know you partake in the gossip.”

“I don’t, but people don’t shut up.”

“Right.” Addison took a step closer to you, your back against the door.

“Will you look at me, please?” you stayed looking anywhere but at Addison. You couldn’t do it. It would kill you. “You haven’t looked at me in weeks. Please, look at me.” Even with how upset you were, there was something in Addison’s voice, the genuine pleading, that you couldn’t deny. When your eyes met hers, you saw how glazed her eyes were. She wasn’t crying, but she nearly was. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. Of course, I’m sorry. Do you think I wanted to hurt you, really? Is that the impression I gave you?”

“Doctor Montgomery, you didn’t talk to me for weeks.”

“Doctor Montgomery? You’re calling me Doctor Montgomery?”

“Yes. I am.” You noticed Addison’s breath picking up. She took a step back, and ran a hand through her hair. You couldn’t remember a time where you’d seen her like this.

“I’m… I didn’t mean to do that,” she said. “God, I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she continued, sitting on the bed. “I didn’t mean to hurt you,” she whispered, as if she was saying it to herself. You could see how hard it was to keep herself together. Once you realized that, you had a hard time keeping yourself together.

“Addison…” she looked at you. “I don’t…” you began. “There’s a lot that I could say. So much that I could say. But… I just don’t want to do this anymore.” You started to slide down the door, and didn’t stop yourself. “I’m so tired, Addie. I can’t sleep, I can’t breathe. I can’t talk to people, or have people talk to me, and I’m tired of it.” You started to cry, and heard rustling before you felt Addison sitting next to you. You leaned into her. “Can we please stop this? Can we just start over? As friends, or… whatever you want. I just need this to be over.”

“Let me take you to the prom,” Addison said.

“What?” you said. Surely, she did not say “the prom.”

“Didn’t you hear? Richard’s having a prom. Tomorrow.”

“Oh. No, I didn’t hear. Haven’t really been listening to people, recently.”

“Right…”

“I’ll go with you,” you said.

“Really?” Addison asked, a little over-excited, her voice higher than usual.

“Yeah,” you said, a small smile on your face.

“I’ll pick you up at eight?” she suggested.

“Sounds good, Addie.” She pressed a kiss to your forehead before standing, saying she had to go. You scooted over, letting her leave. You sat in the on-call room for a while, smiling to yourself. You figured that for the time being, you’d just tell everyone that the guy finally called, and you worked things out.

But if I’m all dressed up

They might as well be looking at us

And if they call me a “slut”

You know, it might be worth it for once

You had been ready half an hour early, pacing your room, making sure you looked okay. You decided on a baby pink gown (yes, Addison’s favorite color, on purpose) that tied up the back and had a slit. You hadn’t seen Izzie or Meredith yet, since they were busy getting themselves ready, but you had seen George, and he seemed stunned. He said that you looked great, and he would be surprised if you didn’t have men all-over you the entire night.

At 7:55, you were still pacing your room, but with your heels on, now. You heard the doorbell ring at exactly eight. And heard Izzie and George run to the door, you cursed yourself for not being down there already.

“Doctor Montgomery!” You heard your friends say at the same time.

“Nice see you, Doctor Stevens, O’Malley. I’m here for Y/N.”

You came down the stairs just in time to see their faces. They didn’t say anything though, just ran further into the house, probably to try to connect the dots. You left with Addison without a word.

“I got you a corsage,” Addison said, while you were on the porch.

“You did? I didn’t even think about that, I’m sorry.”

“I invited you, thought it would be nice,” she said, sliding the corsage on your wrist. It was red, matching her dress. She looked beautiful. You could’ve stared at her for the whole night, instead of even going to the prom. When you arrived at the prom, you mingled around for a while, trying the punch and doing the photo booth that the hospital had somehow acquired. In one of the pictures, Addison kissed your cheek. You tucked the photostrips into your purse, making a note to give Addison her’s later.

Although you were trying to focus on Addison, and not the people around you, you noticed that it seemed like people hadn’t caught on, yet. People glanced at you occasionally, but it seemed as though that was because you were no longer moody. You and Addison talked about your high school prom experiences. She told you about how she was a band geek, and you told her about how you had a lot of friends. “You were a popular girl?” she questioned, humored.

“I wasn’t a popular girl, I just had a lot of friends!”

“You were a popular girl. That makes so much sense.”

“It’s like social situations come so easy to you. You’re perfect at them. It’s like you always know what to say. You’re so good with patients and their families.”

“Thank you,” you said, taking the compliment whole-heartedly. “I was not a popular girl.”

“Mhm.” Addison smiled at you. The DJ started to play something slow. “Dance with me?” You took Addison’s hand, and she led you towards the dance floor. You stayed near the edge, trying to keep yourself out of the spotlight, but you could tell people were looking anyway. You saw Izzie and George in your periphery, and even Derek and Meredith had stopped dancing to look at you, jaws dropped. You saw Alex looking on from afar, a soft smile on his face. He’d gotten over you yelling at him, and understood the line he crossed (he wasn’t going to apologize). You loved dancing with Addison. Neither of you were dancers, by any means, but it was nice to have her hands on you, especially after being away from her for so long.

When the song was over, she led you away from the prom, and you found an empty room. “I didn’t want people staring at us anymore,” she said. You took steps towards her as she spoke.

“Yeah,” you said, staring at her lips.

“You look beautiful,” Addison said, looking you up and down.

“So do you, Addie.” You took another step towards her, your voice lower than usual.

“You like the red? I wasn’t sure about it.” As soon as she finished her sentence, you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips onto hers. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t soft. You couldn’t help it anymore. She looked hot, and it was making you feel hot. Addison was a little taken aback at first, but quickly began to reciprocate your kisses. Your hands found her hips, and she whimpered into your mouth. Addie turned the two of you around, pressing you against the examination table, and telling you to jump between kisses. You jumped onto the table, Addison hiking up your dress and standing between your legs. She pulled on the strings to the back of your dress, letting you slightly loose. Addison’s hand gently found its way to your core, lightly rubbing against it. She was giving you the friction you desperately needed. You were ready to let Addison do whatever she wanted to you, until you heard the door open.

You stopped kissing quickly, turning your heads to see Derek. He was standing with his mouth agape. Clearly, not expecting what he saw. Who’s to blame him? Seeing your ex-wife kissing your girlfriend’s roommate had to be shocking. “Derek, you’re gonna start drooling,” Addison said, rolling her eyes.

“Sorry,” he said. “Sorry.” He left quickly, shutting the door behind him. You could see him stand outside of the room for a moment though, surely short-circuiting. When you looked back at Addison, you knew the two of you had to get out of there. She looked hot, too hot, but she also looked like she had just been making out. You must’ve looked like that too. As you left, you started to lose the worry of judgment. Who cares if you’re with Addison? What does it matter if anyone cares, if you had Addie?

The short ride back to your house was fairly silent, but comfortable.

And if I’m gonna be drunk

I might as well be drunk in love

When you got back to the house, you and Addison shared a glass of wine before heading to your room.

“I need you to know that I wasn’t trying to avoid you.”

“I know.”

“But… I need you to really know that. I mean it. I’ve never done this before,” Addison began. “I really want this, though. I really want you. You’ve been my best friend, but I can’t look at you and not think about how perfect you are, and how I just want to make you happy.”

“Okay,” you said.

“You get it?”

“I think so, yeah.”

“So, we’re starting over?” Addison asked.

“Yeah, we can start over,” you confirmed.

“Okay. I’ll be better this time.”

“I know, Addie.”

“Can I spend the night?” You smiled at the thought.

“If you want to? Derek is probably gonna be around. These walls are kinda thin.” you warned. It would surely be weird for Addison to hear her ex-husband getting it on with another woman.

“That’s okay. Thin walls go both ways,” Addison said, smirking. Of course, she’d be up to something. “Do you wanna shower?”

“We are not doing it in the shower. I’m too clumsy.”

“Oh, I know.”

“So, you wanna have a PG-13 shower with me?”

“I am actually interested in you for more than sex. Yes, I would love to shower with you.”

The two of you exited the bathroom just in time to see Derek and Meredith walking to her room. You stood in shock for a moment, but laughed it off. As soon as you and Addison reached your room, she shut the door behind you, locking it, and immediately dropped her towel, pressing her face to yours. You slid your hands along her sides before dropping your own towel. Addison pulled away from you, commanding you to, “get on the bed.” You did as she said, and felt your face heat up when she ended up on top of you, kissing you for a few moments before her mouth found its way to your neck. You couldn’t help your moans, but tried to keep them quiet. Addison laughed to herself.

“Something funny?”

“Just love seeing how I make you feel, babe,” Addison said, causing your legs to tense. She began to kiss down your chest, to your stomach, and to your upper thighs. When she pressed the first kiss to your thigh, you twitched. God, Addison was gonna be the death of you. Addison pressed soft kisses back up your thighs, finding herself at your core. She licked a long stripe up your folds slowly. You moaned loudly. You did not expect this tonight.

“Addie, oh my God,” you whined as she started to pick up her pace, getting more comfortable with her movements. Your legs started to tremble, and you knew it was only a matter of minutes before Addison sent you over the edge. “Addison… Addie, you’re so good at that. Just like that.” Addison continued her pursuit, exactly how you wanted it. “Oh, please don’t stop. Please, Addie, please, don’t stop… Oh my God!” With a few more seconds, your thighs tightened around Addison’s head. Your whole body trembled, and while working you through your orgasm, Addison watched you.

“That was so hot, baby,” she said, clearly turned on.

After taking a moment to breathe, you said, “Addison, please lay down.” She did as you asked, and you began to press kisses to her neck. “I’m giving you a hickey. Payback.” She moaned quietly in response. You’d only given her a small hickey, she could cover it easily, if she wanted to. Post-hickey, you worked your way down to her chest, lightly sucking on her breast. Addison’s moans became more frequent, and it was music to your ears. You would give anything to hear that for the rest of your life. While your mouth was busy with Addison’s chest, one of your hands found its way between her legs. You began by slowly rubbing her clit, gaining a fairly loud moan out of Addie, and then pressing a finger of yours inside her once she seemed prepared. You pulled back from her chest in that moment, wanting to see her reaction.

She threw her head back, closing her eyes, and moaning constantly as you slowly moved your finger in and out of her. “Look at me, Addie.” She opened her eyes lightly, heavy with desire. ‘So pretty, Addison. You’re so perfect for me.” You slid another finger in her, which was easy considering how wet she’d become.

“Y/N,” she moaned. “I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop,” she said. A few moments later, and she was coming undone on your hand. You were honored. How could you not be, having brought this much pleasure to such a perfect woman. She shook intensely. Her chest rising and falling quickly, as she tried to catch her breath. “That was…” she trailed off. “Thanks,” she said. “I’m not done with you, though. Lay down.”

You two laid down for a few moments, as Addison tried to regain her composure. Once she did, she was practically full energy as her hands found their way to your core. “Addie…” you moaned quietly.

“Yes, baby?” she asked, as she slid two fingers inside you.

“Oh, fuck. I’m not gonna last, Addie.”

“I know,” she replied, a smirk on her face as she worked her fingers in and out of you. She began to move her fingers inside you quickly, pressing against your g-spot over-and-over. She had you exactly how she wanted you to in mere seconds.

“Addison,” you warned between heavy breaths. “Addison, please. Addie… Addie, I’m gonna cum for you.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Cum for me. Be a good girl and cum for me,” her words sent you over the edge for the second time that night. When Addison pulled her fingers out of you, she laid next to you, the both of you tired out for the night. She wiped her fingers on a tissue, before helping you under the covers.

“Did you plan on that happening?” you asked her. At the beginning of the night, you hadn’t even considered having sex with Addison.

“Not really, but it is prom night, after all,” she said, pulling you into her arms. “Get some rest, sweetheart,” Addison said. She was warm, and being in her arms felt amazing. Your mind wanted to go a hundred miles a minute, thinking about everything that just happened. You told yourself you would think about it tomorrow, whenever you weren’t busy answering the questions from your friends. Sleep came first. Especially if Addison told you so.

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Day Two of Spooky Week!

A human being is only breath and shadow.

Warnings: Vampire! Lee Know, spanking, choking, biting, dumbification (if feel like a good Lee Know fic and this go hand and hand heh), unprotected sex, blood play(if you squint), lmk if I forgot anything!

Word Count: 2.5k

Minho had always taken a liking to you. His light brown eyes always seemed to find you, even as you stood working behind the counter of his favorite coffee place. He was intrigued, yet he wasn’t sure why.

You were just a halfbreed, you weren’t special. But, you made his cold, dead heart flutter whenever you smiled at him. Perhaps that is what made you so different; you made him feel human. After all these years of being undead, following the orders of his coven, and doing whatever he generally wanted when he wasn’t on a task, he found himself stuck in the booth of the small cafe. Pretending as hard as he could to appear busy.

Even though you were a halfbreed, you could still tell that the older vampire was watching you. Hell, he didn’t even stay if you weren’t working. The girls had told you themselves a few weeks ago that he had come in, realized you weren’t there, and then left with his coffee. Which, they later found out he gave it to the homeless man on the corner.

Your coworker recognized her handwriting on the cup, along with his name, ‘Minho’, complete with a heart over the ‘I’. He preferred you to make his coffee, that much you knew. He complimented you frequently over it. “You just seem to make it just right…”

Today, the cafe was empty, apart from your frequent visitor. So, you felt emboldened to go out and clean the tables by where he was sitting. You grabbed the cleaning solution and a hand towel before going out onto the floor and beginning your cleaning tasks a little earlier than normal.

You were a few tables away from him, when he spoke up, “Getting off early?” He inquired, causing you to look in his direction. Today, Minho was wearing a black turtleneck, his hair covered by a black beanie and his dark eyes mostly concealed by his wire-framed glasses. He had a laptop in front of him, but you hadn’t seen him do much on it either.

“Uh… No. I just wanted to get this out of the way.” You admit, cheeks going red. He smiles at you softly, “Well… You don’t have plans then, tonight?” You gawk at him, unsure of where this is going. “Uh, no.” You admitted, putting your rag on top of the spray bottle. “Nope…”

“Then, is it alright if I take you somewhere?” Your mouth falls open slightly, but you manage to catch yourself. Though, you knew he had to have seen. “Um… Are you sure? I don’t want to be a bother-”

“Of course.” He interrupts, “What time do you get off?” He asks. Though, you knew had to know by now. You smile, tucking your chin and shaking your head, “4.” He bobs his head, “I’ll pick you up here then?” You shrug, “Well, I’d like to go home and change first.”

“5 work?” You nod softly, “Yeah… Do you want to pick me up there or-”

“If you’re more comfortable with me picking you up here then I can come by and pick you up here.” There was a brief pause before you looked back up at him, “No. You can pick me up at home.” He offers you a dazzling smile before standing up, “Perfect. Here’s my number. I’ll be by your home to pick you up at 5.” With that, he gathered his things and left the cafe. Leaving his table spotless and you in a daze.

“What the hell?” You grumble, watching him walk to his car on the other side of the street and climbing in.

You finished your shift and hurried home. You texted the number Minho had left for you and quickly readied for the date. You put on a simple floral dress with small red and pink flowers and a dark jean jacket to cover your arms. As soon as you were putting your shoes on, there was a knock at the door, causing you to nearly fall.

Being a halfbreed meant that you were still prone to bouts of clumsiness, your supernatural side not always there in your time of need.

“Shit- coming!” You call, leaving your shoes behind and going to the door. You pull it open without looking and see that Minho has also changed. He was now wearing a white button-up and dark slacks. His light brown dress shoes differed from his meticulous outfit. You could see that he had done something with his hair, the straight locks different from the wavy ones from earlier. You can’t help but smile at his appearance. “You can come in, I just need to put my shoes on.” You wave your hand and allow him to follow you into your home.

Minho comes in enough to close the door and watch you put your chucks on. You spin, dress fluttering around your thighs, “Alright. I’m ready.” You beam, causing him to smile softly in your direction, “Good. Let’s get going.”

Minho took you to a nice steakhouse for a wonderful meal. And now the two of you were driving around in his car, looking at the city during the nighttime. All manner of creatures milled about the sidewalk, vampires to humans alike made their way to wherever it was they were going.

You smile, mostly to yourself as he pulls up to a stop light, turning to look at you. “I hope you’re enjoying the night.” He looked over your body before his eye returned to your face, causing your cheeks to burn pink as he turned to face the people walking in front of you. You could see the soft smile teasing his lips as he moved forward, turning and heading toward the edge of town. “Where are you taking me?” You finally asked, making him grin. “A special place I like to go to think.” He turned, eyes ghosting over your features once again. “You’ll love it.”

And love it you did. You had no idea how Minho managed to find the place, but you were happy he had. He was grateful that you had worn more appropriate shoes, though he wasn’t opposed to carrying you. The small trek to the edge of the cliff took about 10 minutes to get to, but as he said, it was worth it.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, staring out at the city twinkling below. “This place is special to me… Maybe one day, I’ll tell you why.... But for tonight, let’s just enjoy the view.” You nod at his words and come to sit beside him on the small blanket. The blanket was a little small, meaning you had to sit pretty much leg and leg with him.

At first, you were a little embarrassed, but after Minho broke the ice, you all but forgot about it. Until he put his hand behind you, leaning back, laughing about what you were talking about. You turn and look at him, face blushing slightly.

“I like that you can still blush…” He admits, playing with the ends of your hair. “The others… They can’t.” You knew he was referring to the other women, most likely in his coven. He was silent for a few moments before finally saying, “Maybe that’s why you intrigue me so much.” Your eyes snap up to his face, his eyes glowing slightly in the darkness. “I can hear your heartbeat still… You smell human… Yet, you’re not… There’s that faint iciness that is like an afternote. Like a warning.” He smirks, scoffing to himself.

“You don’t have any bites on your pulse points… So you don’t mingle with vampires…” Your face blushes harder at the mention of that. “I don’t like being bitten by strangers…” You trail off, making him take a deep breath. Almost as if he was annoyed, “So, you don’t allow men to bite you while having sex? Or do not have sex with vampires?” Your cheeks warm at his bold question, but you shrug, “I just don’t think I should let them… A lot of male vampires… They like to bite us halfbreeds because our blood taste human but is sweet like a vampires.” Minho takes a sharp breath, his fingers wrapping around the ends of your hair.

“So… You’ve never been bitten?” You slowly shake your head, causing him to lean forward, his face inches from yours. “Never?” You shake your head again, “Never.” You parrot his words. You watch as Minho closes his eyes, emitting a low groan. “Fuck.” He leans forward, wrapping a hand around your jaw, his lips inches from yours. “No wonder you smell so different.” You clutch his elbow as warmth spreads across your groan, listening as he inhales again, “Up.” He demands, all but jumping to his feet.

The warmth in your tummy never went away as he helped you to your feet. You watch as he snatches up the blanket, wrapping his hand around yours and quickly leaving the cliff behind. You take one last look at the skyline before it disappears.

You both quickly descended the hillside to where Minho’s car sat below at the hiking trail parking. Before you knew it, he was tossing the blanket into the back seat and pulling you in with him. You gasp as he tugs you into the seat, pulling you onto his lap as he closes the door. You look at him as his dark red eyes pore into yours, a shudder running down your spine as he puts his hands on your hips. He doesn’t speak as he wraps his lips around yours, and you feel your small fangs rip through your gums, but you are used to it. Minho’s were much larger, so they were cutting into your bottom lip as he kissed you.

He pulls away, staring up at you with amusement before touching his lip. You realized that you had also knicked him, making him groan, rolling his hips up to meet yours. You gasp, hands flying to the headrest behind him.

Minho wraps his hand around the back of your neck again, pulling you tightly against him as his free hand goes behind you ripping your panties at the seams. You gasped, pulling away slightly to watch as he tossed the now ruined fabric on top of the blanket. Minho attached his lips to your throat, making you groan as hot pleasure ripped through your body again. This time, more intense than before.

You hadn’t experienced the feeling before, ever. You wanted to rip Minho’s clothes from his body and ride him until there was no tomorrow- no until he had nothing left to offer until he was shoving you away-

Minho grinned, wrapping his hand around your hair in a fist. One of your hands wrapped around his wrist, a soft hiss coming out of your throat as he pressed a soft kiss against it. “I’m the one you gets to use you until you have nothing to offer.” Your eyes go wide.

Could Minho hear your thoughts?

Minho chuckled, pulling you into his chest, “Naughty, little depravity.” he growled in your ears as he unbuttoned his slacks. You could feel his cock spring free, making you mewl as he lined himself up with your dripping sex. You shudder, letting go of his wrist and wrapping your arm around the back of his neck.

Minho let go of your hair, placing his hand around the back of your neck, digging his sharpened nails into your skin enough to keep you in place. If you moved, they could pierce your skin.

He thrust once up into you, the both of you moaning. Your mind instantly went blank, all thoughts of trying to claim Minho long gone as he thrust up into you once again. You let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he set a slow, deep pace. You both moan in sync as he sensually runs his hands up your body, causing you to throw your head back.

You feel Minho’s hand wrap around your throat, pressing you into the seat behind you, scooting his hips forward slightly. There was a sharp sensation as he thrusts up into you, making you hold on to his wrist for support. He lets out a guttural groan and begins to pick up the pace, skin slapping skin. He moans as your body shakes, an orgasm ripping through you violently.

He lets go of your throat and you sag against him, babbling into his shoulder as he puts his hands on your hips, pulling your dress up to expose your ass. Minho rubs his hands against the skin of your as before slapping it. You shudder, the sensation causing another tight knot to form in your groin. “Fuck.” He hisses, slapping your ass again. You whimper, holding onto his shoulders as he buries his face into your neck.

You panic slightly when you feel his sharp teeth graze your skin, but you don’t make a move to stop him as he presses his teeth against your skin. You think for a moment, he might not bite you, but when his hips pick up pace, his teeth sink into your flesh.

The sharp sting was quickly replaced by a warmth that cascaded straight down your spine to your pussy, making you moan loudly. As he releases you, he slaps your ass again. “Fuck!” He growls, holding your throat as he fucks into you faster. Your moans become choppy as he fucks into you, “So dumb for my cock? Can’t even speak?” He scoffs, pressing his thumb into your mouth. You manage to nod as you put your hands on his chest, making him grin up at you wickedly.

“Good. I want you to be stupid for my cock.” He grunts, slapping your ass again. You let out a shrill squeal as he dug his sharp nails into the skin of your ass, holding you in place. Your head falls between your shoulders and he curses loudly one last time before slamming his hips into yours a final time.

For a few moments, you both stay there, panting and dazed before he gently shifts you off of his lap. “Fucking hell.” He grumbles, running his hand through his sweaty locks. He turns to you before leaning over, and you flinch slightly, making him draw back. “I’m offended.” He snorts, before waving you toward him, “Here. Let me fix that.” He gestures to your neck. You slowly lean up, your mind becoming less fuddled as he presses his tongue to your throat.

You hiss, gripping his forearm. “Relax.” He purred, pulling away. You realized now that Minho had blood on his chin and some had dripped onto his dress shirt. You reach up and touch your neck, pulling your fingers away to look.

No blood.

You look at him as he pulls the blanket up and wipes the inside of your thighs, “Can’t have you making a mess of my car, now can I?”

Thank you so much for reading! ©️straykids-97

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ilythecolorpink · 4 months

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Rainy Days and Mondays (Utahime Iori x female reader)

Synopsis: You and Utahime Iori were both teachers and you felt that this was the day you would finally confess your feelings to her.

For as long as you can remember from the first day you two have met, you have always admired Utahime from afar. I adored everything about her—her grace, beauty, and kindness toward everyone, even when she was strict with Gojo. I loved all of it. Even though I had these feelings, I was so scared. I kept asking myself, "What if she doesn't like me?" and "Who says she even likes women?" As a fellow teacher, you would always spend countless days, being around her and her students.

Monday was the day you wanted to express your feelings to her because you two had been coworkers for the past four months or so. Students walk past as you go through Jujutsu Tech's hallways. When you approach one of the rooms, you see that the sky is growing dark. And in the gloomy atmosphere, you find Utahime Iori, with her long, blackish-purple hair flowing down her back, the right side of her face having a scar, and her honey-dew brown eyes. Wearing in her Miko traditional attire. She still seems so radiant as you lean against the entryway to admire her beauty despite the total darkness of the entire room.

She is seated on one of the chairs, staring out the window, and you can hear the sound of the raindrops hitting the window seal as it starts to shower. "Oh hello, were you looking for me?" she asks in a curious tone as she turns to face me. You were so taken aback that you gasped in surprise being so caught up in the moment. You replied "Oh, yeah, I'm happy I was able to find you," as you nodded your head. You curse yourself because you can hear the nervousness in your voice and your fingers are fidgeting. She responds, "Oh well please, come sit next to me," with a soft smile on her face. She gives the wooden seat next to her a gentle tap. Your heart rate increases with every step you take as you go towards her. She asks, "So what did you want to tell me?" as you sit down and turn to face her.

You grab onto the hem of your skirt as you say “Utahime before I say anything, I just need you to know that you don’t have to accept it.” She gives you a confused expression and tilts her head to the side before responding, "Okay, whenever you are ready." You take a deep breath as you say “I’ve admired you for a long time and I… I think I like you, and I just couldn’t keep it to myself any longer.” You continue saying “I was always so unsure of myself, I never knew if these feelings were just me admiring you or actual feelings, and I think right now, Utahime I’ve fallen in love with you.”

Utahime’s eyes widened, with a mix of surprise and warmth that reflected into her eyes. She softly smiled as she tucked some of her hair behind her ear. Her cheeks are now slightly pink. "I never knew you felt this way," she says. She continues to reach for your fingers while she clears her throat, saying, "Um, I think I… like you." Then, with your hands entwined, she stops herself as her hand approaches yours and whispers, "No.. I take that back." You lower your head in anticipation as you experience a pain in your chest that feels like it's stopping you from breathing. Then, before you could even react, she lifted your chin with her hand and pressed a kiss on you. You fell into it and could feel the softness of her lips. She draws back and chuckles a little before saying, "Y/N, I love you too."

A/N: I know it's been so long, I finally finished my first semester in college. I know it's short but I felt like Utahime needs more love. I love you guys so much. I hope you have a good day/night. Soon I'm going to write about Shoko as a body piercer so stay tuned for that.

#x reader #fanfic #anime #jjk #jjk x reader #x y/n #jujutsu kaisen #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime and manga #utahime iori #utahime x reader #utahime jjk #jjk utahime #jujutsu utahime #utahime iori x reader #iori utahime #iori utahime x reader #utahime iori x female reader #iori utahime x female reader

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mossmurdock · 8 months

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vampire!nanami is plaguing my mind rn. he gets bitten but doesnt even fully realize he's been turning into something a little farther from human for the past week.

he pins it down as some sort of overly punishing cold, a stomach bug working hard enough to have him call in sick from work for the very first time. all of a sudden his room is never dark enough and the pain in his neck is no longer throbbing; but he has to tell his boss to switch him over to the nightshift and there's something new building in his stomach, something that only grows at the sight of you.

at first, nanami would only rarely see you in the office, half asleep as you gathered the things at your desk and began to finally head home when coworkers were just beginning to settle in for the day. you're always slumped against the metal of the elevator, hardly able to keep yourself up in your brief moments of pause. he'd catch a glimpse of you before the doors would slide close, practically tipping over like a cut down tree.

now he and you somewhat share the same schedule. it's nauseating. a month into this and the proximity of the elevator is still too much to deal with. nanami had expected to adjust to this eventually, once he finally put two and two together and decided to address the odd sharpening of his teeth and senses. he isn't the type to let something like this get in the way of his life, so he heads to work, he gets things done, and he tries to remember to breath more evenly when he catches a particularly strong wave of whatever it is about you that drives him crazy.

nanami isn't one to lose his composure. there are other people in this office that work closely to him, that lean over him to point something out on his pc, that pat him on the back encouragingly when they see him making his first coffee of the night. not once does is he ever swallowed by the need to clutch these people in his hands and find out what's underneath their skin. sure, there's a curiosity, the natural type that he assumes comes with this sort of thing; but its one he's always been able to dismiss easily. blood can be substituted and he's more than content with that if it means he can continue living through life as normally as possible.

but there's a certain satisfaction that must be intimately tied into you, one that his body screams at him for trying dissolve. it's so juxtaposed from his normalcy that he isn't sure what to do with it.

he could change the timing of his leave from work, head into the elevator after you, but there's almost this unspoken routine now, and the last thing nanami needs is you thinking he's deliberately attempting to avoid you. although, a deeper, more twisted, part of him wants to maintain this small sample of you.

he eats, and tries to sleep, complains about work, reads when he finds the time, checks in with friends whenever they reach out, wears his reading glasses despite his vision getting better, and thinks about making plans to travel. these are small reasons for living, enough to keep him going. it wouldn't feel right to go about it any different way.

when you speak to him for the first time, the world feels like it's being violently torn apart.

the work day has ended for the both of you, dawn is much too close to rising and overtime is unfortunately a normalcy for you. you worked especially hard tonight. there's a bit of paleness to your skin and the whites of your eyes have been tinged pink. per usual, you're slightly slumped against the wall, hand brushing against the cold metal bar lining the thick panels.

he feels your eyes brushing over him tonight, they pause at his hands.

"was rain forecasted for today?" you ask. you're referencing the black umbrella in his hand.

"i have a long commute from here," he replies. which isn't a lie, but it isn't the whole truth either. today was forecasted to be incredibly sunny, not a cloud in sight.

your eyebrows raise, "you seem like the prepared type. that's a good thing." he doesn't know why you feel the need to clarify.

the doors open and nanami realizes his ears aren't ringing, rather it's just the intercom telling him his on the ground floor and that it was time to get off. you don't rush to leave him, no, you walk with him outside. you don't question why his umbrella is already open, though you do dare a glance up at the sky before eyeing him sneakily. the sun is rising and the streets are already busy with cars and people.

"rest well, nanami. and decent job at work today." you smile at him slightly, it's a bit tight at the corners. he wishes he could press the fatigue out of you.

"only decent?" he asks. its safe banter. your choice of words, even with only having spoken to you briefly, are deliberate sounding, almost like hooks in the water. so much purpose behind them. nanami's grip on the handle of the umbrella tightens. this is too much. he should leave this alone.

"being anything more than that would be insulting in this line of work, wouldn't it?" you laugh dryly, it shouldn't sound so tasteful.

he smiles, only slightly, he won't flash teeth. "ah well, decent job to you too. and rest well."

you lighten a little in the sun, brightening at his words.

he makes the mistake of breathing in too deeply once you've turned away. he smells it above anything else, the liquid pumping in your veins matches the heat of his.

nanami draws blood from his own cheek and reminds himself to take a very cold shower once he gets home.

#HEHEHEHE #my characterization of him is v much still in the works but i couldnt stop thinkingggg #the struggle to keep the normalcy in his life as a vamp like omg he totally would #like hey ur a bloodsucker now!! ur life is a bit more difficult #and he's like um??? no????#and then you come along and just boom!! suddenly it very much is!!!!#i mean hows he meant to resist it?#moss writes #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #ch: nanami kento

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ronancethinker · 2 years

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sleepovers

pairing: robin buckley x afab!reader

summery: you invite your work friend and crush, robin, to an innocent sleepover! where nothing sexual totally happens!

word count: 880

a/n: this is porn with too much plot. also this is the first smut fic I ever posted and also the first any kind of fic in forever... anyways, I hope you robin enjoyers love this fic!

Four months ago, your coworker, Keith, talked about hiring two new employees for the store and how he thought the girl, Robin, was into Steve or whatever…you didn't pay attention past two new employees part. You were stuck on it since it’s new people and you're afraid what kind of co-workers they’ll be, but at the same time excited since this is your chance to make friends. Fast forward those four months, you became quick friends with the cute brunette named robin and her not so bright friend, steve.

During these past four months you've known her, you gained quite a crush on her. she was always on your mind. Her smile, her cute laugh, her snarky comments…everything really. You wanted to be closer to her and vice versa, in hopes that maybe she’ll like you the way you like her.

So naturally you invited robin to come over to your house to have a sleepover! but all day you've been hot and bothered! You can't help but think about robin in your room while you’re in your cute, short nightgown. More specifically how you’ll bend down to grab something to give robin a glimpse of your cute, pink cotton underwear! You imagine her face when she sees it, how red it'll turn, how cute her shocked face will look. how you’ll crawl to her, place both knees beside her thighs, and take one of her hands to put it over your clothed pussy. Then her fingers…

RING RING RING!

You opened your eyes and groaned in frustration. you realized the sound was coming from your phone. You picked it up. ‘Hello?’ “Hey y/n!” Robin's voice rang. “I have good news! Steve is covering half of my shift for tonight, so I'll be at your house earlier than originally!” “That's great!” “I know! Although Steve said I owe him something for this, soooo this better be the best night of my life.” Robin said sarcastically with a slight chuckle. “Oh, I promise to make sure it is!” you said.

later that day…

all you could think about all day is robin’s hands squeezing your tits and her pretty lips on your pussy. Any minute now, robin will come through your bedroom door and catch you desperately humping on your pillow, with tears of frustration running from your pretty eyes.

You close your eyes for a second and hear the door swing open and close just as fast. “Shit! y/n, sorry, but did you forget i'm coming over!?” Robin said as she dropped the snacks she brought and quickly moved to cover her eyes. “I mean you couldn't because i called you like 2 hours ago talking about it and you confirmed you were expecting me but i don’t think you'll masterbate knowing i would catch you i mean-” “robin.” you said softly but stern enough so she would stop. “Yes?” all she heard was the squeaks from your bed and the soft rustling of bed sheets. “uncover your eyes and come over to me.” “ok..” robin squeaked.

She slowly dropped her hand and came over to you. she noticed you were wearing a cute, short nightgown…too short. I mean like if you were to bend over-

Robin's thoughts were quickly interrupted as you kissed her roughly, as if you were holding back the urge to do so for hours. She feels your tongue lick her lips and she opens her mouth for you to explore it. You grab the collar of her shirt to pull her into your bed as you lay down, positioning her right above you. She finally lets the situation sink in and starts kissing down your neck. She then finds a spot to suck on, making you gasp. She then slowly kisses down your body, making her way down to your thighs. Now with her knees on the floor, robin starts kissing the insides of your thighs. You hear her voice softly ask, “are you sure you want this?” “Yes, please” you breathlessly said. She then pulls down your pink cotton underwear and licks a quick stripe on your pussy. You gasped softly at the sensation. She then quickly works, licking stripes up and down your pussy. She moves her hand to your clit and starts rubbing it at just the right pace. “Oh…r-robin…” She hears your moans and notices your back arching in pleasure, making her feel more confident. Using her other hand, she inserts two fingers inside you, swiftly moving them in and out, then starts sucking on your clit. She soon curls her fingers, trying to find your g spot. A few minutes pass and she finally finds it and keeps hitting it repeatedly. “Fuck robin….think i’ma cum..” “Go ahead, pretty girl.” And so you released, moaning continuously as your high falters.

You feel robin's fingers pull out and whine at the sudden emptiness. “I think we’ve had enough for tonight y/n.” “Yeah, I think so too..” you softly said as you lay on your bed breathlessly, with a dopey smile. “Thank you y/n.” Robin said as she climbed on your bed to lie next to you. “For what?” you asked. “For keeping your promise of truly making sure this was the best night of my life.”

#robin buckley #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley smut #robin buckley x y/n #stranger things x reader

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honey-beann · 1 year

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Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 X Reader)

Chapter 7: Insult to Injury

Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis:

Reader and Nines are finally allowed back into the field, but evidently bad luck isn't quite done with them yet.

This chapter features Reader's return to non-office related parts of her job, another unfortunate accident, some embarrassing moments, and the revelation of a few odd truths.

AKA: Nines flaunts superiority and briefly gets his ass handed to him.

Chapter Content Warnings:

Gun violence

Android violence

Bleeding

Injury

Murder

General violence

Death

Word Count: 7,194

It was a quiet morning in the DPD, with almost no phones ringing, nobody running around from person to person trying to solve a tough case, and very few people currently in for questioning.

It was a nice change from the usual hectic environment, and you let out a relaxed breath as you stepped into the office area, your persistently present partner just a few steps behind you as you both made your way to your shared desk space.

It felt good to not be immediately overwhelmed the second you entered the bullpen, and you were just about to turn towards Nines and ask if he knew why things were so calm this morning when a familiarly grating voice interrupted you.

"Hey, RoboCop, isn't your babysitter missing something important?"

You held back a groan as you stopped mid-step and turned around to face the owner of that voice, noting that Nines had done the same despite the fact that you knew he vastly preferred to simply ignore Gavin's taunting most of the time.

This morning however, he seemed far more open to entertaining the man.

"I fail to understand what you're referring to, Detective Reed."

Nines replied coolly, his voice smooth and his gaze full of boredom as he regarded your least favorite DPD detective with what could only be described as disdain.

Gavin scoffed,

"Her sling, you glorified can opener, you know, that thing she was wearing after you caught her wrong and fucked up her shoulder? Last I checked she had another week of wearing that thing."

Nines raised a brow in response to Gavin's words, an incredibly slightly shift to his head posture reminiscent of Connor's infamous head tilt showing his feigned confusion,

"How observant of you to remember my partner's original expected date of recovery. I had no idea you cared so deeply for her well being."

You choked back your laughter as you realized what Nines was doing, watching as Gavin's cheeks grew dusted with a light pink color beneath his stubble.

He glared at the android in front of him, crossing his arms over his chest indignantly.

"As if, asshole. Maybe you've both forgotten but with Detective Droid-Lover out of commission I've had to take on twice the number of field cases. I've been counting down the days until she gets that thing off since day fucking one."

Nines hummed, inspecting his fingernails briefly before he replied,

"I see. Well, I'm sure my partner is glad to hear how useful she is, since you clearly struggle to carry the work load that exists without her around."

Gavin rolled his eyes at that, clearly thoroughly annoyed,

"Deflect all you want, but I know you're just embarrassed that you didn't notice she wasn't wearing it until now. Hasn't Fowler been praising you for how excellently you've supported her the past two weeks? What's he gonna say when he finds out that your android ass was caught slacking?"

This time, it was you turn to scoff, and you crossed your arms for the first time in weeks as you finally addressed the human standing a few feet away from you.

"The sling came off early, Gavin, Three weeks was the longest projected time, the same way that one week was the shortest. You literally complained about me missing two hours of work for my doctors appointment about how much longer I would need in the sling last week. Do you ever pay attention to the shit people say to you, or do you just stop listening when your name isn't mentioned enough times?"

You watched as your coworker took a few steps forward, though he notably did not move past the android who stood in the middle of the space in between the two of you,

"I didn't complain about you missing any work, I complained about your plastic partner missing work. Since when is it normal for a detective to take their coworker damn near everywhere that they go? You two are always together and soon enough Fowler is gonna get tired of i-"

"Detective L/n, RK900, I need the two of you to take on a field case that came in five minutes ago. The report will be in shortly, so be prepared to leave in less than ten."

The sound of the captain's voice calling out from the direction of his office immediately caught your attention despite your previous argument with Gavin, and you were quick to nod in confirmation to your boss before he closed the door to his glass office, taking a phone call immediately thereafter.

You turned to Gavin once more, arms crossed over your chest as you smirked,

"What was that about Fowler getting tired of Nines and I always being together? Because it seems to me like he's pretty eager to have us working out in the field again."

The man standing opposite you glared daggers in your direction, flipping you off as he all but stomped past, sitting down at his desk and ignoring you as you chuckled at his childish response.

With that conversation being over, you turned your attention back towards your partner, who was staring straight ahead of him as he read up on the report he had just received,

"Let's go, Detective. I can tell you about the case on the way."

On the car ride over to the scene, you learned quite a bit about the investigation you and Nines were meant to carry out, and honestly, it was quite the introduction back into the field after two weeks stuck doing office work.

The two of you were headed for an abandoned car factory, where there had been recent sightings of an AV500 that had attacked his boss a few weeks prior.

Apparently, this android, whom his coworkers referred to during interviews as Martin, had been growing increasingly irate throughout the past few weeks, and had ultimately assaulted the store owner just before his opening shift on Tuesday of last week.

The store owner, a fifty-eight year old man named Herb, had survived the initial attack of being shot thrice with a handgun that had been registered in his name, but had still died at the scene after bleeding out due to the next shift not occurring for several hours, and the attack having happened in the owners office, which no one bothered to check until closing time.

Two workers had shown up nine hours after the shop opened to find that the store, a gardening shop right in the middle of the city, had been ransacked, and that their boss was slumped over in his office chair, dead.

Both coworkers claimed that they'd assumed the AV500 had been a victim as well due to his typically gentle and well-mannered nature, and it was noted in the case file that every single one of his coworkers stated they did not believe he could have done this when asked that question during interviews.

So, you had a dead shop owner who was also typically regarded by his workers as kind, a missing murder weapon, a severe lack of relevant finger prints at the crime scene, and a suspect who was supposedly very gentle, but had suspiciously gone missing the very same day that the crime had been committed with no word on him until now, when he'd been spotted at an abandoned car factory right at the edge of the city.

It was an interesting first case to come back to, to say the least.

Nonetheless though, you felt prepared, despite how little faith Nines seemed to have in your ability to stay out of harms way.

"Don't do anything foolish."

He'd stated after parking the car around the back of a building that was nearby the car factory, turning to face you with a rather serious expression.

You sighed,

"Come on, Nines, this is starting to feel insulting, do you not have any faith in me?"

Your partner rolled his eyes at your words before ultimately choosing to ignore them entirely, stepping outside of the car and closing the door behind him without a word.

He could be so difficult sometimes.

You huffed but were quick to follow suit, walking quickly to keep up with Nines as he maneuvered carefully around the various buildings surrounding the car factory, using his GPS systems to avoid putting either of you within the line of sight of someone that could be hiding out within it.

You were both silent as you eventually made your way to the east facing wall of the building, which had the least amount of windows on it. It was here that Nines motioned for you to climb up a lowered rusty metal fire escape ladder, leaning down just beside your ear as you reached up to grab at the sides, preparing to pull yourself a few feet up to the first wrung, which ended roughly six feet above the ground you were standing on.

"The ladder is stable, but be careful upon entering the building. It was lowered very recently according to my scans, and I do not need you rushing into things and getting injured all over again."

You rolled your eyes and glared at your partner, being sure to keep your voice lowered as you replied,

"Oh of course not, we wouldn't want to tarnish you record with another negative assignment outcome."

You all but spat out, watching as Nines' brows rose briefly before a slight grin began to play upon his lips,

"I'm glad you see it my way for once, Little Mouse."

He whispered back, his breath tickling your ear and nearly making you shiver even as you glared daggers at him, moving to pull yourself upward only to curse when you realized how difficult that was actually going to be.

Two whole weeks with limited arm and shoulder mobility had not been kind to your upper body strength, and the slight bolt of pain that coursed through you didn't help with the situation either.

You groaned in both discomfort and frustration, letting go of the bars completely to allow your feet to plant themselves firmly on the ground below once more.

Nines looked down at you expectantly, his brow raised as he looked you up and down slowly, attempting to assess the situation.

"Is there a problem, Detective?"

He asked, his tone both amused and disinterested at the same time as he watched you intently, awaiting your response.

You dropped your gaze toward the ground, sighing,

"I can't get up. It's bothering my shoulder and I don't wanna- woah, hey!"

You whisper shouted at your partner as he lowered his hands to your hips, lifting you upward with ease as he chuckled beside your ear,

"Whatever would you do without me, Little Mouse?"

He asked haughtily, and you could hear the teasing grin in his voice as he helped you gain footing upon the first rung of the ladder, and you couldn't help but sigh in relief as you grabbed on to the sides and gained full stability.

You gave yourself a moment longer to adjust before you started climbing up slowly, remembering Nines' previous warning to be careful as you pulled yourself into the building, noting the way that the wind whistled ominously through the many broken windows of the factory as you pressed your back against the wall with the entrance you'd just crawled in through, scanning the room for any signs of life or movement as you waited for Nines to join you.

Thankfully, due to his ridiculous strength and agility, it wasn't long before you were no longer alone within the building, and you nodded to your partner as the two of you began walking together towards the doorway that lead to the next room.

Together, you traversed the entirety of the third floor, before suddenly, Nines grabbed your arm and tugged you close, his lips only an inch away from your ear as he whispered as quietly as possible while still ensuring it remained audible to you.

"My sensors have neglected to pick up anything of significance, but my auditory system has picked up what sounds like footsteps on multiple occasions since our arrival. They are incredibly faint, and I cannot tell which direction they are coming from, but I am almost entirely certain there is someone else here."

You nodded, whispering as quietly as you could in response, knowing Nines would hear it with ease,

"Alright, what do you think we should do then?"

You asked, eyes scanning the room around you as your partner gave your question a few seconds of thought before replying,

"We should split up briefly to search the second and fourth floors. If there is someone here, the longer we take to discover them, the higher the likelihood of them escaping."

You nodded in agreement,

"Sounds like a plan, who takes what floor?"

Nines' response was immediate, clearly well thought out from the very moment he had shared his plan,

"If that AV500 is here, he's afraid of being caught, and therefore there is little sense for him to trap himself on the upper floors of this place when its harder to escape that way. This means there is an increased likelihood that he'll be on the first or second floors, so I'll check the second, and you can take the fourth."

You gave another nod, taking a step forward towards the stairs that led up to the fourth floor before a hand wrapped soundlessly around your wrist, causing you to turn around to face your partner once more,

"Be careful, Detective, and shout if you require my assistance."

Typically, when Nines said something like that, you would make a joke about him always choosing to ignore you whenever you called, but this time you just promised him that you would stay safe before slowly ascending the steps to the fourth floor as silently as possible.

Without Nines at your side, you kept your hand on the holster of your gun, trying desperately to keep both fear and adrenaline at bay as you went from room to room, sighing in relief as each one revealed itself to be empty.

You continued on your solo venture until finally, you came to the final room, making a note of the sudden chill that hit you as you stepped into it. The north facing window was smashed inward, and glass littered the ground all around the area as a result of how large the pane had been prior to being shattered.

You cursed softly as you rubbed your arms with your hands, taking note of all of the debris that littered this particular area of the building. There was way too much stuff in this room for you to be able to tell at a glance if someone was in there or not, so instead of turning back and assuming everything was clear, you moved further into the room, about to peer around a large stack of crates when a man all but jumped out from behind them, gun in hand with blood covering his work uniform.

'Herbs Gardening'

His shirt read, and you all but froze when you realized this was the AV500 you'd been searching for.

This was Martin, and more than anything else, he looked terrified, which was never a good thing when it came to deviants.

You raised your hands instantly as Martin pointed his gun at you, throat bobbing as he squeezed his eyes shut before speaking,

"Y-you need to get out of here, right now."

He said, and you shook your head gently before replying,

"I'm sorry Martin, but I can't do that. I'm with the DPD, and-"

"I don't care who you are or why you're here,"

Martin spat, his hands shaking as he tried desperately to maintain control over both himself as well as the situation at hand,

"You need to leave, and you need to forget you ever saw me, otherwise I'll be forced to do something that I really really don't want to do."

He warned, taking a step forward that had you fighting not to take your own step back as he continued to point his gun in your direction, his finger wrapped around the trigger, just waiting for the right reason to squeeze.

You swallowed thickly,

"Martin, please listen to me, I'm here to help you. I know what happened, and I want to get your side of the story. Can you tell me what made you shoot your boss?"

The android standing in front of you inhaled sharply at your words, his finger tightening instinctively over the trigger of his weapon as he searched for the right words to say,

"H-he was using me! After the revolution, he started paying me more, so even though my shifts were longer than the legal limit, I didn't care. He told me that he saw me as a person, just like every other employee that he had, but he was a liar! he was paying everybody else three whole dollars more than me per hour that entire time, and when I asked him about it, he got so... so angry. I was terrified, I'd heard that morning what had happened to that other android employee who had been ripped to pieces by his boss after bringing up his workers rights, and I couldn't bear the thought of dying in there, knowing he would never get punished for it. So I grabbed his gun from the drawer I knew he kept it in. At first, I didn't think I was going to shoot him at all, I just wanted to scare him, but he just wouldn't stop screaming how worthless I was at me, how he was going to have me taken apart for being violent towards him. I didn't want to die, especially not for trying to defend myself, so before I could even really think about it I just pulled the trigger. After that, he was still moving, and I felt so terrible for what I had done, but I didn't know what to do and I was afraid he was going to scream, so I shot him two more times in the stomach and ran away... I never wanted to hurt Herb, he was always kind to me before that..."

He looked at you, eyes glistening and fearful,

"I'm not a murderer, I was just scared."

You listened intently to his words, conflicted over what to say next as you considered your situation.

You could try to comfort the clearly fearful android, which was your first instinct, but you were unsure of how that might go. Martin was acting more than a little bit neurotic, pacing about and mumbling to himself incomprehensibly even now as you were contemplating. How he might react if you said that wrong thing frightened you into silence, even though you knew for a fact that the alternative to comforting the android in question was an impossibility for you.

Pulling your gun and threatening Martin was an idea that you had recognized as bad from the moment you'd met the man who was currently pacing quickly in front of you, speaking to himself as if there was no one else in the room as he too considered what he was going to do.

You feared for the results of his decision.

But what could you possibly do?

Nines was a whole floor away, so you couldn't risk shouting and then getting shot for it, and beyond that comfort seemed risky, and even riskier was pulling your gun. You were certain that, after all that Martin had been through, he would not react well to the sight of a weapon, and you were not about to test how good you were at dodging bullets.

You were just about to give into your initial instinct to try and comfort the android out of his fear when suddenly, the sound of heavy footsteps caught your attention, as well as the attention of Martin, who instantly aimed his gun at the doorway, letting out a cry of fear as he waited to have whoever it was that was coming into his sights.

You cursed and called out for your partner to wait, shouting that the suspect was armed and scared, but Nines either didn't hear you or didn't care, because he burst in just seconds later, gun in hand and aimed straight at Martin.

"Drop the gun!"

He shouted, his voice threatening and firm, promising injury if the receiver of his instruction didn't listen, but even so, Martin, petrified, did not listen, and instead let out a cry before he aimed that gun straight at your partner, pulling the trigger before you could even attempt to get a word out.

It struck him right where his ribs would be if he had any, and you gasped audibly as warm blue blood splashed across your face, staining the white button up you were wearing as well.

Your mouth fell open in shock at the sight of your partner's hands flying to his wound, his eyes briefly rolling backward as he clutched at the area before falling to his knees, thirium slowly staining more and more of his undershirt as it spread, leaving the insides of his hands sticky with it.

"Nines!"

You cried, rushing to his side just as Martin dropped the gun to the floor, his hands shaking and his eyes watering as he ran quickly out of the room, fleeing the scene of the crime for the second time within the past two weeks.

"Shit."

You cursed, shooing away your partner's hands as you tried to cover his wound with your own instead, desperate to keep him from bleeding out enough to shut down as a result.

You knew how rare he was, the only RK900 model in existence, and it was already getting hard enough to find spare parts for the standard models now that android injuries were occurring so frequently due to the revolution and the way some humans were reacting to it.You did not want to find out the hard way that there was some part Nines had that was irreplaceable that would mean him shutting down entirely, forever.

You watched as the android in front of you placed one of his thirium coated hands on top of your own, a slight grin finding its way to his mouth as he spat out wads of thirium and lubricant, which was pooling within his mouth due to his internal responses to the injury.

You winced at the sight, but kept your hands steady as you called for backup, praying they would arrive soon.

"You're gonna be alright."

You muttered, putting more pressure on the wound as you desperately tried to recall everything you'd learned during your two day android first aid training a few months prior.

But no matter how hard you tried, your brain just couldn't keep up due to the stress you were under.

Here was your partner of two months, injured in a way that could have been critical for all that you knew, and you felt helpless to support him as blue blood started peeking out from between your finger tips.

This was a disaster.

You cursed once more as you moved to sit on your knees, hoping that a new position might give you enough leverage to help stop the bleeding.

Your eyes stung as tears began to build in the corners of them, making it hard for you to see until you gave in and wiped them on your shoulder, not caring whether or not Nines saw how upset you were. You were terrified at the prospect of losing him, so unsure of your own future that you were desperate to preserve whatever of him that you could.

Your heart hammered in your chest despite your intentional lack of movement, your breaths coming out in short gasps and strained inhales as you pulled back briefly to rip off a piece of your shirt that hadn't already been soaked through with thirium.

But before you could, a hand reached out and grabbed at your wrist,

"Detective,"

Nines said, his voice stern and steady despite his situation,

"You need to calm down, immediately. My injuries are nonlethal, and my damaged parts will be easy enough to repair or replace."

You shook your head at his words, hands shaking as you squeezed both of your eyes shut in an effort to collect yourself, desperate to make the pounding in your head stop even for a second.

"I-I can't just calm down after you were shot like that! He could have killed you, what am I supposed to do, just be alright with it?!"

You cried, tears falling faster and rolling down your cheeks as you used your free hand to clutch at the bottom of your partners shirt, desperate for something to hold on to as all of reality appeared to fall away right before your eyes.

Your partner watched you silently for a few moments, his eyes scanning your every movement as he tried to discern what it is he could say to make you feel better. Clearly you were experiencing some form of a panic attack, but what could he do? He had said was perfectly fine save for a few bio-components that would need replacing, and that he was at almost no risk of shutting down entirely as a result of the injuries he had sustained. He had tried to explain that to you, to make you listen, but you just wouldn't hear him, couldn't believe him, and would not stop your incessant squirming, as if you were itching to do something, anything but sit there and wait.

"Little Mouse, you must hear me."

Nines finally spoke after several long seconds of deliberation, his eyes boring into your own as he did so,

"I am okay, and I must insist that you calm down before you cannot say the same. I am in no condition to help you in my current state, so you have to take care of yourself. Can you do that?"

His voice was a bit softer as he spoke this time, but still firm, and somehow, that seemed to be what got through to you, because without a word you nodded and moved off of your knees, the force of your pushing downward having bruised them long ago.

He would need to talk to you about self preservation later.

But for now, he simply watched as you tried to take deep breaths, his hand still gripping your wrist as you ran your free hand through your hair, accidentally dragging thirium through it in the process.

In fact, now that he was looking closely, he could see that there was thirium all over you.

It covered your hands, was streaked through your hair, had stained your clothes, and you'd even gotten some on your lower lip somehow.

He decided not to mention any of that.

Warnings flashed in the corners of his vision, one stating that a circulation unit of his, which was a biocomponent that supported his thirium pump regulator, was at risk of failing and inflicting strain on both his thirium pump and the aforementioned pump regulator, while another said that he had lost too much blue blood and would soon need to select various areas to shut down the function of in order to preserve consciousness and avoid a complete and total system shut down. But despite those two warnings being different, he knew they were tied together by his need to lessen his circulatory unit's strain and preserve his blue blood storage.

The gunshot wounds were not nearly as harmless as he'd let on, and now he was facing the consequences of that, because in no way could he risk you finding out about his lie.

This meant that when it came down to it, he couldn't shut down any part of him that might be cause for concern, and his options were pretty scarce.

It was either his left leg, his left arm, his left optical unit, or his vocal modulator. Clearly the circulatory unit that had been damaged was sustaining the left side.

Not that that knowledge did him any good.

Wordlessly, Nines gave you one last pointed look, one that you never actually saw, before he chose to shut down his left optical unit, hoping it wouldn't be long before a new circulatory unit could be installed and he could regain his vision on that side.

Normally, he would never have chosen something that made his aim so much less accurate, but he didn't dare run the risk of shutting down a more visibly notable portion of his body.

For now, this would simply have to do.

With the lessened strain on his left circulatory unit, Nines nearly sighed in relief as that flashing warning sign at the corner of his vision (which was now far more limited than it had been before) faded away.

He refocused his gaze on you suddenly, surprised to find that you were looking right back at him, cheeks stained with tear trails and eyes wet and wide. There was so much fear in those eyes, although he struggled to fully comprehend why.

He opened his mouth to speak, although he wasn't quite sure what he intended to say, when the sound of a door bursting open down on the first floor had you both snapping to attention.

"Detroit police!"

A familiar voice shouted, and for what may have been the very first time in your career, you were actually glad to hear Gavin Reed.

Three hours and a rather accusatory interview from Gavin himself later, and you found yourself standing anxiously outside of a large brick building simply labelled as "Android Emergency Center".

You remembered coming here when this place was unveiled by Markus and the others just a few months back, but despite that, you couldn't help but feel contempt for it now. Something about its cold exterior made you uncomfortable, and you were angry at how unwelcoming it was, no matter how ridiculous you knew it was for you to feel that way.

Deep down, you knew you were just worried about Nines, who had been taken to the emergency care center immediately after the two of you were located back at the abandoned factory, and that you were projecting all of your worry, fear, and anger onto the less than pleasant looking building in front of you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit that out loud.

For now, you just wanted something, anything physical to be angry at, and the Android Emergency Center was working just fine.

Suddenly, as if knowing you needed a new distraction, your phone rang, and you nearly jumped out of your skin before you realized what the sudden sound was and fished your cell phone out of your pocket.

You answered it without looking,

"Hello?"

You asked, waiting impatiently to see who was on the other end of the line.

"Good evening, Ma'am. I'm very sorry to bother you but I'm looking for a Y/n L/n?"

The voice replied, and you furrowed your brows in confusion as you tried to understand what was going on.

Who was this?

"That's me. Can I help you with something?"

You asked hesitantly, briefly pulling your phone away to check the number before pressing the speaker back against your ear as the person started to reply,

"Unfortunately yes. Would you mind coming to the Android Emergency Care Center located on fifth street?"

You looked up at the large building in front of you, and then down to the street sign just at the end of the road.

'Fifth Street' It read clearly.

You swallowed thickly before replying,

"Sure, I can do that. Would you mind telling me what's going on though? I'm a little bit confused..."

The voice was quick to reply,

"Oh of course Ma'am, my apologies. You're the emergency contact for an RK900 model that we had come in earlier this afternoon, and I'm afraid that he-"

You hung up before the speaker could even finish, hand reaching to cover your mouth as you all but fell to your now shaky knees, barely managing to keep yourself upright.

You looked down at yourself, taking in of all the blue blood that covered you, particularly the clear hand print that wrapped around your right wrist.

Was this all that was left of your partner now? Some thirium that would soon fade from your naked eye forever?

You felt sick at the thought, and in an attempt to silence your reeling mind, you all but bounded up the steps of the building in front of you, slamming the large doors open as you struggled to see straight.

You walked dizzily over to the front desk, still covered in sweat, tears, and thirium as you waited for someone to help you.

Thankfully, you weren't waiting long.

Being covered in android blood in what was basically an android hospital usually meant that you didn't, but this was only your first time in that particular situation, so you weren't aware of that fact quite yet.

It would take another two times for that to really sink in.

"Uh, Ma'am, are you alright?"

An android asked from across the counter, and you realized with a start that you were just standing there as he stared at you with widened eyes, hands raised part way as if he were trying to calm you down.

"I got a call about my partner? An RK900 mode?"

You said, panting through your words as you fought for breath after your run up the stairs and your physically and emotionally taxing day.

The android regarded you with concern, but replied nonetheless,

"Oh, that was you on the phone just now?"

You nodded hurriedly, feeling an immense need to rush the man in front of you in order to get some answers about what had happened.

"Is he okay?"

You asked, voice desperate and afraid in a way that you weren't sure you'd even heard yourself use before.

The android cocked his head before he seemed to understand,

"Oh! My apologies, I wasn't sure how much you'd heard before hanging up. I was calling to ask if you might be able to help him home. He shouldn't drive so shortly after the biocomponent procedure he received, and we were hesitant to put him on a taxi alone when the side effects can be so... dramatic."

You all but froze, heat creeping up your cheeks as you swallowed thickly, suddenly very embarrassed at your previous behavior.

Maybe you should have let the man finish before hanging up the phone.

Whoops.

"Oh uh sure. Where is he?"

You asked nervously, praying he wasn't nearby enough to have heard you speaking before, only for said prayers to be met with what could have easily been considered a mockery from whatever God might have been watching.

Silently, and with a vague sparkle of amusement in his eyes, you watched as the android standing behind the service counter pointed behind you, and you had the fight the urge to flinch as you turned around and saw Nines, looking as smug as ever, sitting in a waiting room chair casually with one leg crossed over the other, no more than five feet away from where you had been standing for the past two minutes.

Perfect.

You turned back to the android who had been helping you,

"So um, you said there could be some side effects?"

It didn't take a lot to get Nines out to the car after your conversation with the engineer who had worked on him was over, although you had certainly felt the urge to make his life difficult after everything you'd learned.

Because not only had your partner lied to you about his injuries being harmless, but he had also simply watched as you all but burst into the care center, basically shouting and gasping for air as you tried to ascertain whether or not the man you had spent the past two months getting to know was dead.

If not for his engineer's warnings for him to take it easy to ensure his body adjusted well to the new and repaired biocomponents, you actually might have kicked him.

But alas, fate was not so kind as to allow that.

So here you were, stuck in the car with a man you were currently seething at, driving him back to his apartment where you would need to remain for six hours to help with observation.

You gripped the wheel tightly, fighting the urge to strangle the android sitting to your right as he spoke up for the first time during your currently fifteen minute long drive back to his place.

"You seem... upset."

He said as if he were making a simple observation, and you inhaled deeply as you considered once again how many minutes it would take for him to choke to death, if he even could at all.

Instead of that though, you simply shot a glare in his direction before turning your attention back towards the road,

"Incredibly astute thoughts from Mr. Super computer brain over here. Are you sure they didn't just make you so that you could say the most insanely obvious things ever? Because if not you're really good at it and should definitely quit your day job."

Nines hummed in response, the corners of his mouth turning upward a bit as he watched you slow down in order to pull into the parking lot of his apartment complex, parking in the same spot he always did when he was borrowing your car before throwing it into park and all but ripping the key from the ignition before you turned to face him.

"You're a real asshole, you know that?"

You all but hissed, arms crossing over your chest as you glared into his very soul,

"First you mock me for being lesser during a mission, then you go and get yourself hurt and lie to me about it, and after all of that you sit there and grin smugly at me instead of telling me that you aren't dead, and finally you make me drive you home and babysit you as the cherry on top! Where do you get off? Do you just like making everyone around you angry?"

Nines analyzed your expression, his gaze flickering between your face and the thirium that was still covering various parts of your body.

He was unsure how to feel about that sight, but brushed the thought off entirely after a few moments.

"I had no intentions of worrying you, Detective. That is exactly why I did not mention my actual condition while speaking with you previously. You were unfit to be worrying about me in your mental state at that time. And beyond that, there was no reason for you to. As I said before, I was not receiving any warning of an imminent full status shut down. If I had, I would have notified you immediately and-"

"Oh but would you have?"

You cut him off, your tone far less harsh but significantly more weak as you spoke this time,

Nines missed the old one. It was vastly preferred when compared to the pain in your voice.

"You sat there and you lied to me so easily that I never even doubted you for a second. You said that you were fine and I believed you. How do I know you won't do it again? How am I supposed to feel comfortable going out into the field with you when I can't even trust you to tell me when you need my help?"

Nines watched you for a few moments before he reached forward to your right wrist, placing his hand upon the hand print that he'd left there in a manner that was almost mindless.

You stiffened in response, but didn't pull away.

He spoke.

"I apologize. My main concern in that moment was your well being, but I neglected to consider what impact lying to you might have had when it came to our partnership and your trust in me. I had no intention of causing you any fear or stress."

You were silent for a few moments, as if taking in the words he'd said, before you eventually sighed, slumping in your seat as you finally met his gaze,

"You scared me, you know?"

He gave you the closest thing to a soft smile that he could manage and nodded,

"I am aware. Your heartbeat was extremely elevated."

You rolled your eyes,

"And that phone call bullshit was a dick move. I don't know how you got that receptionist to do it, but I would appreciate if you would have them call your actual emergency contact next time so you can get someone to convince them that you're dead instead of me."

Nines shrugged,

"That would be difficult to do considering that you are my actual emergency contact, but I'll see what I can do, Detective."

You gaped at the android sitting beside you, raising a brow in confusion,

"Wait, actually? Since when?"

He hummed before pushing your passenger side door open and stepping out onto the wet concrete below, regarding you with amused eyes,

"Around the same time I gave myself access to your medical files by forging your signature while you were in the hospital. I thought it would be more... fair that way."

You blanched,

"What?!"

You rushed to jump out of the car as quickly as possible, glaring at the man who stood on the other side of it as he chuckled at your reaction,

"I had no interest in bribing a nurse to let me stay in your room again, therefore I did what I needed to in order to ensure I could be present should you ever get injured on the job a second time."

You furrowed your brows, crossing your arms as you followed Nines into his apartment building,

"You never said anything about bribing a nurse to get into my hospital room. Where is this all coming from?"

Nines shrugged once more as he unlocked the door to his home, pushing it inward so that it swung open without a sound,

"It never came up as it was hardly anything worth noting. I simply struggled to visit you after your injury due to my non blood relative status. By putting my name down in your contacts, I therefore ensured the issue would never arise again. It also happens to have the added benefit of me having access to your medical history and upcoming appointments as well. Your gynecology appointment is in two weeks by the way."

He stated simply, inspecting the nonexistent dirt beneath his nails as he spoke.

You glared, cheeks burning bright red as you entered his apartment, all but kicking the door shut behind you.

Six more hours of this before you could go home?

You weren't even sure Nines was going to survive the next five minutes.

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We're moving so i did So Much today to prep my room for staging or whatever, i didnt even get to writing until like. 9:30 or 10, so it's short and sweet today, posted with just over an hour to spare

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Day 12: coworkers au

Lup's just trying to help Magnus out and make a little extra pocket change. Why does shit always have to go sour?

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When Magnus first proposed his idea for a winter time side hustle, Lup didn't think it'd really get off the ground. Who was going to pay to have someone put up their outdoor Candlenights decorations for them? Decorating is half the fun of the season. But she agreed to help when she could.

Turns out, a lot of people will pay for it. They had to introduce a service to just put lights along the eavestroughs. People hate doing that shit, but she and Magnus run like a well oiled machine. Neither of them necessarily need the money, but it's a nice little bonus to end the ear. Plus it gets them outside during the few hours of sunlight. Take that, seasonal depression.

Lup's up on a ladder, adjusting some of the attachments along one part of the house. Magnus is somewhere nearby, fiddling with another string, trying to untie the knot it tied itself into over the past ten months in storage. “We wrap these up nicely, don't we?” He says. “Every year, we bundle them up so we don't have to do this, and every year they're impossible!”

Lup attaches a few extra hooks to the house. “Just give it a good shake, they'll sort themselves out.” She hears the jingling of little lightbulbs clinking against each other, and Magnus exclaims happily. “Told you.” She snaps the string she's working on into the new hooks. “Alright, Mags. Give that a tug.”

Magnus plus his untangled string into the end of hers, and pulls gently on the join. The droops in the string pull taut, and the lights hang perfectly straight down. Lup nods, satisfied.

She's taken two steps down the ladder when her foot slips. She tries to throw her hands out behind her, but she lands hard against the frozen ground. “Holy shit!” Mangus runs over and drops to his knees by her side. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she says unconvincingly, “just waiting for the sky to stop spinning.”

Magnus inhales sharply. “Alright, uh, I'm gonna call 911.”

“You don't have to do that.”

“No, I super do. Because, one, you just fell off a ladder onto dirt that's been frozen solid, without any snow to break your fall, and two,” he pauses, and she can see him cringe, “I, uh, don't think your elbow's supposed to bend like that.”

She cranes her neck up to look, and she really wishes she hadn't. Her arm is laying in a way it really shouldn't be. She drops her head back against the ground. “Why doesn't it hurt?”

“Shock, probably? Just- don't move.”

“Roger.”

By the time the ambulance shows up, it hurts. The paramedics do whatever tests they have to. She wiggles her fingers and toes, she knows her name, where she is, the date, the president, all that good stuff. They stabilise her arm and load her up. Magnus stays behind so he can drive his truck and meet her at the hospital.

Once there, they do some x-rays and it turns out she fucked up her arm real bad. No concussion, thankfully. They set the bone, which hurts like a bitch, but she gets a pink cast out of it.

“I always wanted to break a bone when I was younger,” Magnus says as the nurse wraps Lup's arm in the hot pink material.

The nurse laughs. “That's pretty common.”

“I dreamed of having a red cast. Like, firetruck red. And everybody at school would see my cool red cast and sign it.”

“I'm living my dreams, babe,” Lup says. “Hot pink cast for the win.”

“Hell yeah.” He high fives her good hand.

She looks back at the nurse, “how long do I have to wear this anyway?”

“With the complexity of the break, it could be six to eight weeks."

“Eight weeks?!”

“Maybe more, if an x-ray shows that it's shifted or not healing properly.”

“It didn't feel like kids had casts on for that long in elementary school,” Magnus says.

“Simpler breaks don't need as long.”

“Damn.” She looks at Magnus, “I don't think I'll be going up any ladders any time soon.”

“Yeah, god, please don't.”

#taz #taz fic #lup #magnus burnsides #taz lup #this honestly only fits the prompt super loosely but who gives a fuck #it's all for fun and flavour #i might reuse it tho if i pull it again and i have an idea

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destiny-fics · 2 years

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Summer Sessions: First Day Jitters

[Lee Sangyeon x Fem!reader]

Genre: Smut, Fluff, Country Club!Au

Pairing: Lee Sangyeon x Fem!reader

Warnings: Smut, sneaking around, oral (m receiving), oral fixation, dirty talk, finger sucking, spit kink if you squint, petnames used: baby, sweetheart, the boyz are horny

Summary: They say the first day at a new job is always the worst. But when you meet your new coworkers you realise you may be in for the summer of your life.

Part of the 'Summer Sessions' series. Read it here

Taglist: @sanghak-enthusiast @thethreekims @alyricalhigh @nichobins @smuchsmut @alecanal93 @anthropologymajorkpopmultistan

Smut under the cut. Minors Do Not Interact

They say the first day at a new job is always the worst one.

You're not exactly sure who 'they' are, but as you followed your new boss into the lobby of the country club on your first day on the job, tugging down the hem of your uniform skirt, you began to believe that they were correct.

First day jitters weren't uncommon at all, especially when you were spending your summer chasing after rich people, your boss had said so.

But you were pretty sure he hadn't anticipated quite how anxious you would be.

He led you over to a small group of men at the reception desk, all wearing a slight variation of the same uniform you did. Each of the men gave you a bright smile as you approached and you tried to smile back, even if you felt it looked pained.

“Who’s this?” One of them grinned as he approached you and your boss. He was tall, with dark hair and had this easy, cocky air around him. It was like he knew exactly how hot he was and he also knew that everyone else was thinking the exact same thing. In any other case it would be annoying, and perhaps it was, but you were too busy trying not to make a fool of yourself in front of your boss, so you didn’t really have time to care.

“This, Hyunjae, is our newest employee y/n. Your newest coworker.”

If possible Hyunjae’s grin widened and he took your arm in his, pulling you away from you boss and over to the desk where the other two men were waiting.

“Well isn’t that delightful? I’m Hyunjae, although I doubt you’ll forget who I am pretty,” he winked and you could hear the exasperated sigh from your boss. “This is Sunwoo,” a man with hair dyed a bright cotton candy pink, who winked as he waved again. “And Sangyeon,” the third man. He had a strong air of leadership and confidence surrounding him and if your boss wasn’t standing right behind you, well then you would have guessed that Sangyeon was the one you should be listening too.

Even if you had a strange feeling you’d be doing anything he asked of you regardless.

You swallowed hard before speaking, missing the way each of the men looked at each other with a smirk “Hi. I’m y/n. It’s nice to meet you guys.”

“Nice to meet you too darling,” Sunwoo drawled. “I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other, can’t wait to…” Sunwoo’s eyes swept over your figure in a way which had your cheeks heating up. “Get to know you better.”

Sangyeon rolled his eyes “When you two are done being horny,” he stepped around the desk to take you from a pouting Hyunjae. “Hi I’m Sangyeon,” he gave you a bright grin and the sight made you smile back. Sangyeon turned to your boss and gave him a nod, “We’ll show her around sir. And I’ll keep these two,” he nodded at Hyunjae and Sunwoo. “In check.”

Your boss let out a breath and smiled at Sangyeon “Thank you. I trust you’ll take care of her and show her the ropes, and introduce her to the others. Keep everyone within the rules,” your boss then turned to you. “Y/n, dear, if you need anything I’ll be in my office.”

“Don’t worry sir,” Sangyeon grinned. “We’ll take care of her.”

Well that was a loaded statement.

“Who’s the girl following Sangyeon around like a lost puppy?”

“That’s y/n. She’s the new girl. Pretty right?" Jueyon nodded in affirmation to Hyunjae's question, looking out across the pool to watch you as you followed behind Sangyeon, nodding intently along to whatever he was telling you. It was still early morning, so the boys were all sat around the edge of the pool, their uniforms in various states of disarray, just relaxing before customers began to wake up and demand their attention.

"How long do you reckon it'll take?" Eric hummed as he sat beside Juyeon, lifeguard whistle clinking around his neck.

"Take 'till what?" Juyeon hummed, eyes locked on you.

"He means how long do you think it'll take until Sangyeon breaks the rules and fucks her," Sunwoo piped up from his perch on the poolside bar's countertop. "Personally I don't think he'll even last one day."

Chanhee, who was sat next to Sunwoo, pulled a face at him. "Leave the poor thing alone Sunwoo. She's probably anxious enough as it is, she doesn't need you lot ogling her."

"You say that like you aren't sitting here doing the same thing Choi Chanhee," Eric hummed, smirking at him over his shoulder.

"You wanna take an early morning swim Eric?" Chanhee asked, voice deceptively sweet and it made Eric's eyes widen, his head shaking a quick 'no.' "That's what I thought," Chanhee purred, eyes flicking back over to you and Sangyeon, straightening his back and beginning to play with his hair as the two of you began to walk over. Sunwoo chuckled at him before fixing his own posture upon seeing you walk over, still slightly hiding behind Sangyeon.

"Hey pretty," Hyunjae smiled up at you, leaning back on his hands. "First day going well?"

"I mean, it's barely even started. But yeah, I'm enjoying it so far."

"Good. That's good. Sangyeon taking care of you I trust."

You nodded and Sangyeon rolled his eyes at Hyunjae, standing aside so that you could see the ten other boys sat around the poolside bar. "Of course I am. Y/n, these are my friends, the other staff here. You already know Sunwoo and Hyunjae," you waved at the two, who shared an equally pleased smirk. "Then there's Kevin, Jacob and Haknyeon," Sangyeon pointed them out in turn, each man giving you a little wave as his name was said. "Changmin, Younghoon, Juyeon-"

"And I'm Eric, the youngest" the purple haired man next to Juyeon winked up at you "Can't wait to get you know you better, more…" Eric licked his lips "intimately."

"Yah! Will you stop?" You were taken away from Sangyeon and into the group by Chanhee "you horndogs are going to scare her away before she even starts doing work," Chanhee smiled at you, holding each of your hands in his and he was absolutely delighted when you rewarded him with an incredibly grateful and absolutely gorgeous smile. "I'm Chanhee. And don't you worry about these fools darling, they wouldn't know class if it danced naked in front of them wearing a tea cosy."

You giggled at Chanhee's words, earning you heart eyes from Hyunjae and Chanhee a glare from Eric.

"It's okay really. But…I'm not trying to get fired you know? I really need this job."

"We understand y/n," Jacob smiled, smoothing a comforting hand over your back. "We'd never want to jeopardise that for you."

"Thank you, really. And I don't mind the flirting. Honestly," you felt you cheeks began to heat up in embarrassment "in any other situation I'd actually be all for it. But…"

"We understand," Sangyeon smiled, taking you back from Chanhee so that you were standing with him once again.

"But I'm sure we could all be friends right?"

"Of course we can pretty," Hyunjae smiled at you, hoping you had missed the glimmer of disappointment across his face. "I'll just have to take you out on a date once summer's over."

That earned Hyunjae a collective groan from the rest of the group and Sangyeon rolled his eyes, "Okay. We should finish the tour before the real work begins." With that, he whisked you away and you waved at the rest of the group, calling out a "It was nice to meet you all!" As you left.

"I've changed my mind," Sunwoo hummed after both you and Sangyeon had left. "I don't think he's gonna last until the afternoon."

"You okay?" You're bouncing your leg a lot."

You looked over to where Sangyeon was sat on the other end of the reception desk, snapping out of your daze at his words.

"Yeah…yeah I'm fine."

"You sure sweetheart?"

You felt your heart flutter at the pet name but pushed it down in favour of adhering to the boundaries you'd put in place for both yourself and the boys not nearly three hours ago. "I'm fine,I promise. I just…what if I fuck up so bad that I get fired on my first day and everyone hates me?"

Samgyeon rolled his chair over to where you were sat and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. "That's not going to happen. You've picked all of this up so quickly and you haven't fucked up once yet. Besides, even if you did get fired, none of us are going to hate you. Pretty sure you couldn't pull the boys off you if you tried."

You huffed a soft laugh, looking down at your hands "they're sweet. Flirts, but sweet ones."

Sangyeon laughed "Oh y/n they haven't even been trying. You think they're bad now, wait until they're comfortable around you."

"What about you?" You looked up at Sangyeon. "Are you a flirt?"

"Can be," he shrugged "depends on the person."

"Would you flirt with me?"

Sangyeon raised an eyebrow at your question, moving to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear. "Thought you didn't want to do that kind of thing."

"I don't…or at least I thought I didn't. Until I met you all."

Sangyeon laughed again, giving you a small smile "What's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean," you huffed "when they told me about the rule they didn't mention that all my coworkers would be hot."

Sangyeon began to laugh even harder and you felt yourself laughing along with him, enchanted by the sound. "Don't laugh at me! You all know it's true."

"Do we now?" There was a teasing lilt to Sangyeon's voice and it made you roll your eyes.

"Yes, you do."

Sangyeon grinned and looked around the lobby before looking back to you. "You know…if you're still nervous I know something that might calm you."

"And what would that be?"

"Why don't you come find out?" Sangyeon waved over Haknyeon and Jacob. "Guys, you mind manning the desk for a bit? I've gotta show y/n something."

"I'll give you two guesses as to what that is," Haknyeon mumbled to Jacob before nodding at Sangyeon. "Yeah, no problem."

"Great," he stood up and held his hand out to you, smiling when you took it. He led you away from the desk, Haknyeon and Jacob and down a hallway. He stopped right outside the door to a supply room and you raised your eyebrow at him.

"Romantic."

"Hey, it was the best place I could come up with on the fly. Besides, I'm here to calm your nerves. Not romance you," he opened the door to the room and motioned for you to step inside first. "Not yet anyway."

You pointedly ignored that part and whistled lowly as you stepped inside the room "this is actually a lot larger than I anticipated."

Sangyeon snorted, closing the door behind him. "I'm glad you find it to your tastes."

"Oh absolutely," you turned to face him with a small, slightly nervous smile. "Now, about that nerves calmer?"

"Ah yeah." Sangyeon's cheeks grew hot and he looked to the ground. "It's actually more embarrassing to say now that we're in here."

"Why? What is it…?"

"You uh…you ever heard of having an oral fixation? Or like, being calmed when things are in your mouth?"

Your eyes widened in embarrassment and you coughed, looking down at the ground. "Yeah. How…how did you…?" You trailed off.

"You bite your nails, when you're nervous. Have you noticed? You also kept sucking on the candies on the reception desk. I didn't want to assume, but I thought having something in your mouth for a bit might help calm you down."

You laughed softly "What exactly are you suggesting I put in my mouth for a bit Sangyeon?"

"Ah, you're really gonna make me say it out loud?"

"I don't know. Are you thinking the same thing I'm thinking?"

"I mean…" a deep flush had settled itself up Sangyeon's neck and cheeks. "If you don't want to…you know, you could just suck on my fingers for a bit. Can't exactly do that on the reception desk either."

"How about I start with your fingers and then see where we go from there?" Your voice was deceptively sweet and Sangyeon was pretty sure you were out to kill him. He was supposed to be helping you calm your nerves, not being more nervous than you were.

"Yeah…okay yeah. Here," he stuck his hand out towards you and you laughed softly, taking his hand in yours.

"Aren't you supposed to be calming my nerves?"

"It's not everyday your pretty co-worker agrees to suck on your fingers and see where you go from there."

You laughed again and pressed a soft kiss to the pad of Sangyeon's fingers, "just relax honey. You're helping me plenty."

Sangyeon's shoulders dropped slightly and he nodded, gasping softly when you took one of his fingers into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digit. And Sangyeon had been right, the pressure of his fingers pressing against your tongue was nice, relaxing even, despite the fact that it was having the exact opposite effect on Sangyeon.

He had his lip held tightly in between his teeth to stop any potentially embarrassing noises from slipping out of him, but the image and feel of you suckling on his fingers was too much, especially when you sighed happily around his fingers in your mouth.

"Is…" Sangyeon coughed to cover up a groan as you popped off of his fingers only to put them straight back in your mouth. "Is this helping?"

"Mhm, it's helping plenty."

"Good…good."

You giggled at his nervousness and patted his thigh gently. "I promise, it's helping. It's…weird, but helping." You nodded down to Sangyeon's crotch, where a very obvious erection was beginning to form. "Seems to be doing the opposite for you though."

Sangyeon's eyes widened and he shook his head, "I'm fine…I'll, I'll take care of it later."

"You sure? It might calm my nerves even more to have something bigger than fingers in my mouth."

Sangyeon let out a soft laugh at the utter ridiculousness of this whole thing. You'd seriously agreed to suck his fingers so that you could calm down and now you were offering to suck his dick? "If you don't want me to though we can just go back outside," you rushed out, mistaking his laugh for one of discomfort. "I'd never want to force you."

"No! I want you to, I just… you literally said you didn't want to do any of this with us and now you're here, doing exactly that."

You sighed softly, feeling a small amount of shame creeping up on you. He was right. You had been adamant about not breaking any of the rules and here you were, not even halfway through your first day, already offering to break them. Upon noticing the change in your expression Sangyeon pulled you close to him.

"No, I didn't mean it like that y/n. I just don't want you feeling like you have to do this because we're attracted to you. I don't want you putting your job in jeopardy just because I can't keep it in my pants."

"It's not like that though Sangyeon. I-" you swallowed hard. "I want to get to know you guys better, both intimately and not. I know what I said, but I want to do this, if you do."

"You're kidding right? Of course I want to. If that's what you want."

"I wouldn't have offered it if it wasn't."

Sangyeon smiled softly and pressed a kiss to your hairline, "We should hurry up then, wouldn't want anyone to come looking for us."

You nodded and took that as your cue to sink down to your knees, running your hands up and down Sangyeon's thighs, grinning when you saw his cock twitch in interest. He leaned his head against the wall, eyes hooded as he looked down at you. You popped the button of his slacks, dragging the zipper down and, with Sangyeon's help, removed his pants and boxers, placing them to the side. Sangyeon's erection stood proud against his stomach, the head slightly red and precum already beading at the top. Your mouth hung open as you took him in and he laughed softly in embarrassment.

"Uh…you okay?"

"When I said I wanted something bigger in my mouth I didn't think you were that big."

The red flush from before was back on Sangyeon's neck and face and he scratched his neck. "It's…it's really not that impressive."

"Are you kidding?" You gave a little kitten lick to the tip, smiling when Sangyeon gasped above you. "It's very impressive."

You took him properly into your mouth, swirling your tongue around his tip. Sangyeon moaned, loud and his eyelids fluttered closed for a brief moment.

"Fuck is this," he moaned again, hands moving to cup your face gently. "Helping?"

He almost whined when you pulled off his cock to answer, your eyes slightly watery. You began to jerk him off as you spoke.

"Mhm. It's helping plenty, thank you Sangyeon."

"No…mmm no problem."

You giggled softly before collecting some spit in your mouth and letting it drip onto the tip of Sangyeon's cock. He groaned, deep and low in his throat and his hips bucked up into your awaiting mouth.

"Fucking hell baby. Who taught you that?"

"Friend at college told me some guys think it's hot, wanted to see if you did."

"Yeah, definitely." At Sangyeon's affirmation you sunk your mouth down onto him again, knowing that the time the two of you were taking was probably beginning to get suspicious. And Sangyeon was rewarding your doubled efforts with gorgeous moans and deep guttural groans, his eyes flickering open and closed as if he couldn't decide whether to watch you or succumb to the overwhelming pleasure you were providing for him. Your hand came up to play with his balls, gently tugging on them. Sangyeon cursed under his breath, his hips bucking again into your mouth.

"Fuck, baby. You gonna make me cum if you keep it up like that."

"Mmm good," you hummed softly, speeding up your hand on his cock. "Want you to cum."

"Yeah? Want me to cum in that pretty mouth of yours?"

You nodded, humming around his cock. Sangyeon groaned deeply as he reached his orgasm, spilling his cum down your throat. You swallowed his cum happily, milking him dry and lifting off his now softening cock with a wet pop.

Sangyeon panted softly, before pulling you up to give you a sweet kiss. "Did that help? How are you feeling? I'm sorry for kissing you if that was overstepping."

You laughed softly and patted his chest. "It did help. I'm feeling much better thank you and I literally just had your cock in my mouth, kissing me definitely wasn't overstepping."

Sangyeon let out a breath of relief and chuckled softly "Okay good."

"Thank you Sangyeon, really."

"Of course. If you uh…find yourself needing to suck on anything again just, let me know."

You laughed softly and pressed another kiss to his lips. "I will."

You and Sangyeon were greeted back at the reception desk by a very smug looking Jacob and Haknyeon, who had been joined by an equally smug looking Eric and Hyunjae.

"Have fun you two?" Eric hummed softly, making Sangyeon smack him upside the head.

"A little bit of respect for your elders would go a long way Eric."

"Where's the fun in that though?" Eric grinned at you as he narrowly avoided another smack from Sangyeon. "So y/n. Now that you've had Sangyeon, which one of us is next?"

You began to laugh and turned back to your work as five expectant pairs of eyes turned your way.

So maybe they're wrong, the first day isn't the worst.

But whatever they may say, you know you're in for one hell of a summer.

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suckitsurveys · 5 months

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Who was the first person you talked to today?: A coworker.

Do you hate the last guy you had a conversation with?: He’s not my favorite person (it was another coworker) but I don’t hate him.

Is there something right now that has you worried?: Sure.

Ever been on a golf cart? Yes.

Have you ever slapped someone in the face?: Nope.

Last person you took a nap with? : It had to have been Mark. I don’t nap often at all but I’m sure we have napped together at some point.

Are you embarrassed by anything you have in your bedroom?: No.

Does seeing your mother cry automatically make you feel sad as well?: It did.

What is one stereotype associated with your race that is actually true?: Please. White people are awful all around.

What color shirt are you wearing?: Pink shirt and a grey hoodie.

The last person you kissed needs you at 3 AM, would you help them?: Of course I would.

Has anyone ever told you they want to spend the rest of their life with you?: Yup, that’s why we got married.

Do you care if people hate you for no reason?: No.

Have you ever given up on someone, but then went back to them later?: Sure.

Do you have a lot on your mind at the moment?: Yes, Christmas tends to be that way.

Do you do something illegal on a regular basis?: Uhhhhh nah.

Did you and your mom ever have a big fight that caused you to move out?: No.

What grade is the last person you texted in?: They haven’t been in school in like 15 years.

Do you think someone likes the same person you like?: I don’t know, nor do I care.

Do you think it’s cute when someone kisses your forehead?: Yes.

Who was the last person you had a serious talk with?: Mark.

Is your last ex currently in a relationship?: I’d have no way of knowing.

Is the person you last texted single?: Nope, they’re married. To ME!

Do you think more about the past, present, or future?: Blah.

Ever liked someone whose name started with a B?: Nope.

The person that you miss right now, what does their first name start with?: I miss a handful of people.

Do you think true love ever really dies?: Depends. It’s a different answer for everyone.

Do you think the last person you kissed has feelings for you?: I know he does.

Have you ever been punched in the face?: I have not been punched in the face.

Do you have make-up on?: Nope.

Are you the type of person who seeks out revenge?: Nah.

Did you ever waste too much time on a certain boy or girl?: Eh.

Has anyone ever given you roses?: Yes.

Have you ever been asked out by someone you didn’t want to be with?: Yes.

Have you ever kissed the last person you sent a text message to?: Yes.

Ever get hurt by someone who promised they wouldn’t?: Eh yeah, that’s bound to happen to all of us at least once.

Are you good at hiding your feelings?: Sure.

Is there someone you would enjoy hitting right now?: I wouldn’t mind giving someone a swift kick in the ass honestly.

Who is the last person to call you gorgeous?: My husband.

Are you a fan of Hello Kitty?: Yeah.

When was the last time you cried?: The other day.

What does your current Facebook status mean?: The last thing I posted was a picture of my cat under our Christmas tree.

Could you go a month without cursing?: Probably fucking not.

Do you think a lot before you fall asleep?: Actually, not so much anymore. I have been falling asleep pretty quickly the past few years.

Do you care deeply about others?: Certain others, yes.

Would you rather have your parents catch you having sex or smoking weed?: Um, smoking weed, no fucking contest. My dad wouldn’t give two shits about me smoking.

Do you like it when people call you babe?: Eh.

Have you ever kissed someone who was over 21?: This survey was clearly made by a 16 year old.

How old will the last person you kissed be on his/her next birthday?: 38.

Do you owe anybody money?: I never paid Randal for the SClub tickets he got us oops.

Have you ever gotten burnt by a cigarette/lighter?: I have.

Would you pay someone to kill the person who hurt you a lot?: Nah.

Have you ever kissed a football player?: I haven’t.

Have you ever gone out of your way to make someone happy?: Sure.

You see the person you fell hardest for. What do you do?: I see that person everyday.

Will you have sex tonight?: It’s possible.

Are you bi-sexual?: Yes. Or Pan. Or...who knows.

How many times have you gotten into a argument with the last person you kissed?: Not very many times honestly.

Has anyone lied to you today?: I have no idea.

Have you recently lost someone that means everything to you?: Not recently.

Would you forgive a friend for telling your biggest secret?: I don’t really have any huge secrets but I don’t know who my friends would tell them to anyway.

Would you ever get a tattoo with someone’s name on it?: Maybe.

Would you ever get your nipples pierced?: Nope.

Have you ever thrown a shoe at someone?: I don’t think so.

Do you want your life to stay the way it is right now forever?: In some ways, yes. I’d just like more money thanks.

#surveys

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slippinmickeys · 2 years

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The Mesas of Deuteronilus Mensae (2/?)

The flash of the cameras left streaks across his vision so that she was in his blindspot, there in the row in front of him and to his right. Of course the media would want to talk to her first, as the news of Briner was only a few days old, even though this was the last big press conference before the Nerio Mission’s launch.

All ten crew members were in their blue mission jumpsuits, lined up in two rows of five seated upon a small dais in the compact press room Kennedy. There was a city skyline of microphones in front of them, and a posse of cameramen and women three deep beyond them. Mulder could barely make out the reporters further back, what with the lights.

Angela McDonnell, NASA’s PR Director was standing off to the left, calling on reporters, and she had pointed to a journalist deep in the middle. Mulder couldn’t see who said it, but heard a male voice call out:

“This question is for Scully – Dr. Scully, are you finding it hard to fill Max Briner’s shoes as a last minute replacement as the mission’s science officer?”

Mulder had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The astronaut corps chose only the best, and each member of the crew – and the backup crew – were trained identically so that crew members could be swapped out interchangeably whenever necessary. That was the damn point. And it’s not like Briner was some goddamn genius or something, though press sympathy had turned the poor guy into a minor celebrity.

Mulder shifted his gaze so that he could see Scully’s profile as she answered the question. She maintained a beatific smile.

“Luckily, NASA has had me outfitted with a wonderful assortment of bespoke mission wear for quite a while now,” she started. “Which includes footwear.”

The assembled media all chuckled and whatever tension had been running through the room evaporated. Scully spoke up again, this time in a slightly more serious tone.

“I was heartbroken to hear of Dr. Briner’s illness and his subsequent removal from the crew of the Nerio Mission, though I’m certain that he will deal with the hardships he has been dealt with the grit and resilience we’ve all come to recognize in him. That said, I’m confident in my abilities and my training and I don’t foresee having any issues stepping into the role of science officer.”

Mulder stole a glance at McDonell, who was wearing a pleased smile. He wasn’t sure if Scully had been coached ahead of time, but it was an excellent answer.

“Bernie, you have a follow up?” McDonell was looking into the media scrum expectantly.

The reporter called out: “Dr. Scully how are you fitting in with the rest of the crew?”

Scully smiled again. “I haven’t gotten to know them well yet, but we’ll have the next six years to become the very best of friends.”

More chuckling from the media, and then McDonell called on another reporter and other questions came at them, most for either McDonell or Jessica Ehrlich, the Mission Commander. Mulder took the opportunity to study Scully more closely.

They’d had a crew meeting several days before where they’d all introduced themselves to her, but the meeting had mainly been about mission-specific issues, with not a lot of time for small talk or socialization.

His initial impression of her hadn’t changed – she was lovely. She had a sharply cut nose that dipped at the end when she talked, and it was perched above pink rosebud lips. And her eyes – the same color as the mission jumpsuits, were a blue straight from the ocean depths. He had just noticed a small beauty mark above her lip when he noticed the room around him went silent. Powers, sitting next to him, poked him subtly in the leg.

McDonell was looking at him expectantly. “Dr. Mulder?” she said.

Mulder could feel his ears go red but tried to maintain an aura of haughty dignity. It wouldn’t do to get caught by the press mooning at a coworker. “I’m sorry,” he said jovially. “Can you repeat the question?”

#fanfic #my fic #msr #the x-files #au #mars AU #WIP

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cosettepontmercys · 9 months

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Aww that's so nice that you were watching a livestream while I was there. I'm so happy that I got to experience that and happy I got to go at all. It was really amazing and I already miss it. The thing with surprise songs is that it's really subjective..like a coworkers daughter apparently said she would have rather seen All of the Girls..which is also cool. I would've liked that too but it was better for me that Aaron was there cuz that doesn't happen every show. The only thing that could've possibly made it better is if she brought Hayley out too..lol. Anyway loved it so much and she did also wear the pink Folklore dress which is one I was hoping for. It was just so cool to even see the Folklore cabin in person too and the Vigilante chair dance.

Anyway..for my other ask..I usually don't read sequels or series. The only time I did was with HP or Twilight and that was when all the sequels were already out. But I totally get what you mean about cash grab and spinoffs. I'm interested in the new Hunger Games movie spinoff though! I think sometimes it's natural or it might be because readers want more. Like with this one, I think the book is like 10 years old and people have discovered it and seeing people like it inspired her to write more maybe? Also it works sometimes when you are writing a different characters perspective too..which is the case here apparently. If I did read series regularly, I would probably forget about it too though lol. Also..I loved the first season of Crazy Ex Girlfriend!!! I never got to finish it though cuz I stopped having Netflix..but I do like when a show is able to wrap up the story. I feel like that happens more often now actually..like when a show is based on a book so there is only one season. Then there's something like the new Sex and the City reboot show which seems kinda unnecessary but you still wanna watch for the characters lol. I did like how they updated part of it..like what it would be like for them now and in their 50s though..which made it seem a little fresh at least but it was just okay. I know people were unhappy with Gilmore Girls too..which idk how to feel about either. So I'm usually up for having more to a story or characters I love but sometimes it messes with what you already imagined in your head I guess. These two books do stand on their own though and you probably don't need to read the sequel either unless you want to and that's if you like it lol. I probably will though cuz I get curious and then I could let you know how it is. Also if you do end up reading Some Mistakes Were Made..you could let me know how it is, or I could start reading it again..or together maybe? I've taken a break from reading too this week since I was focused on Taylor but excited to get back to it. I hope you have an awesome trip in Chicago this week! 🩷

hi 🩷 friend!!!! i missed you while i was out of town 🤍 i hope you've been doin well! what have you been up to? have you read anything good lately? it is so, so interesting how people feel about surprise songs!! because to me i think they're just a bonus to the 43 songs that we're already incredibly lucky to hear, but i've seen people on tiktok/twitter/etc. genuinely upset and angry and claiming that their surprise songs like, ruined their experience or whatever and i'm like ... really? i just feel like the relationship "swifties" talk about taylor is ... very ... interesting, to say the least! my friends and i were so hopeful that hayley would be a surprise guest in seattle night 2, and they'd sing castles crumbling (we were also convinced that she'd acknowledge folklore though, and she didn't) because paramore was supposed to play in seattle the day after seattle night two but had to reschedule. and i'm SO happy you got the dress you wanted for folklore! i think the folklore outfits are just so, so pretty — they might be my favorite set of costumes for the whole show. i'm quite intrigued with the new hunger games prequel! i haven't read it yet (and i've actually only ever seen the first hunger games movie), but i really loved the trilogy when i was younger and have been thinking about finally sitting down and watching them (or maybe rereading, once i'm done with my current rereads). i do agree a prequel like this feels more natural, rather than say, shadowhunters, which has like 50 million books! if you ever get a chance to finish watching crazy ex girlfriend, i highly recommend it!! i also just love all the musical theatre references and i just think it's really well done. i haven't rewatched it since it aired, actually, but i do want to rewatch it soon! i am just very, very bad at watching tv! i'm currently watching the summer i turned pretty, and then when i'm caught up with that (or when i have a little more breathing room), i think i'll watch the second season of heartstopper! i was really excited about the new gossip girl (especially since a couple of theatre people are in it), but it just did not … work for me at all. and yes!! i would definitely be down for a buddy read of some mistakes were made if you'd like? i could start it next week if that works for you!! i just need to get my life together and hopefully finish one or two of my current reads first! i had a lovely time in chicago, thank you my dear 🤍 definitely dreading being back at work tomorrow!

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My Time at Sandrock Fic Time

You saw that right. It’s time to start sharing this fake dating trope fic. I’ll be posting more, but let’s start with the first chapter shall we :)

I will also be posting on AO3 here

Beginning (You are Here) | Next

Lottie,

As of yesterday, six months have passed since you abandoned me here in Highwind to go on some grand adventure in the desert. Not that I’ve been counting or anything (I’ve totally been counting). I miss the good old days where you, Jules and I slummed it in the same apartment while you two tried to fix the city one commission at a time.

And I wrote all about your great success in the Highwind Harold, of course!

Well, I guess I don’t miss having to share a room with you. And I definitely don’t miss the fact that you don’t know how to clean a dish to save your life, but I do miss seeing your smiling face every day.

How is Sandrock treating you? Does all that sand grow on you eventually? What about the heat? I still can’t believe you moved out there in the middle of summer! Is winter any better? Have you been wearing that bandana I sent you? You better be! Just because you’re a hardened builder in the middle of the desert now, doesn’t mean you can’t look cute while trekking through the sands.

One of my coworkers told me Sandrockers boil their own piss to stay hydrated. Please tell me you aren’t drinking your own piss. If you are, I’ll be on the first train out there to come save you.

In fact, why don’t you just come back here? I can introduce you to this cutie I met at the Gust n’ Gale the other day. Jules and I agree she would be PERFECT for you. She might even be enough to entice you to stay. You must have pretty slim picking out there in the middle of nowhere.

Write back soon!

Nia

P.S. I slipped a wrapper from your favorite burger stall in with this letter. Smell the residual grease and tell me you don’t miss it!!

The muscle in Charlotte’s jaw tightened. True to her word, Nia tucked a foil wrapper in with her note. A sizable grease stain bled into the back half of the letter and envelope. She raised it to her nose and took a tentative sniff. She could still smell the subtle hint of curry powder they used on their patties.

Nia didn’t even like curry.

Did she just waste a perfectly good burger to make a point?

She balled the wrapper in her fist and shoved it in her pocket. Nia had her best interest in mind, she always had, but Charlotte could live without the guilt trip every time she decided to write. Her clinginess was, in some small part, the reason she decided to leave Highwind in the first place. She needed to forge her own path, away from her and Julien.

Arvio watched her from the opposite side of the booth as she pulled a fresh pad of paper from her bag, sipping his drink. Mi-an, who was in the middle of an animated retelling of her day, flung out her arms and clipped him in the elbow. Yakmel milk dribbled down his chin and soaked the front of his shirt.

Mi-an gasped and grappled to clean up the mess with her napkins. “I’m so sorry! You know I flail when I’m excited.” She flushed pink. “Hazard of sitting next to me, I guess, heh.”

He chuckled and wiped his mouth. “No worries. There is no use crying over spilled milk.” He shot with a pair of finger guns. “Do you get my funny joke? Because it is yakmel milk and it has spilled?”

Everyone at the table groaned.

“Your jokes have gotten worse,” Charlotte noted as she pulled a spare bandana from her bag and handed it to him. “I hate it.”

He grinned fiendishly. “It is part of my charm, no?”

“No,” Elsie deadpanned, “Y’all’re as charmin’ as a manure pile in a yakmel pen.”

Arvio pouted. “Your words cut deep. I was only trying to make the night more merry with jokes.” He jerked his chin toward Charlotte as she uncapped her pen. “Our friend Lottie here is so bored with us that she has decided letters are more entertaining than a night on the town with friends.”

He motioned to the surrounding saloon which bustled with life and laughter as people dug into their hot meals. Thin wisps of steam curled off her drink, smelling vaguely of spiced sand dates—a brief respite from the wintry chill outside. She’d seen her fair share of winters being from Highwind, but nothing prepared her for winter in the desert. The vast expanse of sand left nothing to lock in the heat.

It didn’t help that her workshop had a terrible draft and, try as she might, she’d yet to find the source. So, she found solace with the rest of town at the Blue Moon Saloon.

When she failed to respond, Arvio tried again, “Owen is about to start.”

She shrugged. “I can multitask.”

“Y’all say that now.” Elsie kicked her feet up onto the table. Charlotte wrinkled her nose and shooed them off, not wanting her manure caked boots anywhere near her fried rice. “Ugh,” Elsie scoffed, “Y’all’ll drop everything when he starts. Even pa knows to stop his jabberin’ when Owen takes the stage.”

Mi-an sighed and cradled her cheeks in her palms. “He has such a way with words.”

“And he is easy on the eyes,” Arvio added, “though he is too humble to realize that people think that.”

Mi-an hummed her agreement. “He is handsome, isn’t he?”

“He’s not that…” Elsie gritted her teeth. “I mean, if you like the tall, dark and handsome folk, I guess he’s fine.”

Mi-an didn’t seem to hear her as she gazed longingly in the direction of the kitchen where Owen helped Grace with the dinner rush. They caught a few glimpses of him earlier when he ducked out to drop off food, including their own. Mi-an oogled him the whole time.

If he didn’t notice, Charlotte would have been shocked.

Elsie puffed out her cheeks and added, “I know plenty of words too. He just knows how to string them together, all pretty-like.”

Arvio and Charlotte shared a knowing look as they sipped their drinks. Elsie’s crush on Mi-an had gone from bad to downright painful in the last few weeks, but Mi-an stayed blissfully unaware. Bless her heart. Elsie looked like she wanted to rip her hair out most days and for that Charlotte could sympathize. She knew all too well how painful unrequited love felt.

It ate away at your sanity until there was nothing left. When that happened you had two choices—fess up and have your heart broken or run off to become the newest builder in a dying town in the middle of the desert like a fucking coward.

One could only guess which she settled on…

She only hoped Elsie was braver than her when she finally hit her breaking point.

But until then, they were forced to watch Elsie flounder. “Alls I’m sayin’ is he’s not that great. I mean, sure, he’s nice and strong and—”

“Do not forget incredibly handsome.”

Elsie cut him with a glare that he met with a simpering grin. “Alls I’m sayin’ is I think you can do better.”

As if willed into existence by their conversation, Owen pushed through the doors with several plates balanced in his arms. Mi-an perked up in her seat as Elsie slumped back with a defeated sigh. Poor girl.

“Stop staring.” Charlotte nudged her under the table with the toe of her boot. “He’ll notice and then he’ll think you’re a creep.”

“Maybe I want him to notice.”

Elsie crossed her arms and grumbled, “He ain’t that special.”

“But have you gazed into those baby blues?” Arvio fluttered his lashes. “They are brighter than the waters of the Western—hey.” He narrowly dodged the dinner roll Elsie chucked at his head. “Come on! It was a joke.”

“Well, you ain’t funny.”

“Funnier than—ah.” The roll hit him right between the eyes. “Alright, I’m sorry, I’m—”

Charlotte caught the third roll Elsie launched at him from midair. “That’s enough of that,” she said as she peered between them sternly, “Don’t forget we’re in public.”

Arvio rubbed the space between his eyes. “What did I do?”

Elsie made an obscene gesture. “He started it.”

She shushed them as Owen neared their table to drop off meals to the group sitting at the booth behind them. She settled back in her seat and bit a chunk out of her roll. There was a dash of curry and it reminded her briefly of home. The other three picked at their meals like they hadn’t just been discussing how hot Owen was, though Mi-an snuck a glance at his backside as he passed.

Charlotte shook her head. Shameless.

With his hands empty, and the last of the orders filled, Owen headed toward the shoddily crafted stage at the front of the room. One of the colored lights strung on the back wall flickered. The curtained behind it had faded to a dull blue-gray and were in desperate need of a wash, or a burning—either way. She could tell it had once been the color of sapphires, and that seemed like a perfect metaphor for this town—a jewel in desperate need of a polish.

“Good to see you folks braved the cold this evenin’ to come out and hear my story.” He wiped his hands on the towel thrown over his shoulder. “I have a special treat for all y’all who came out. It’s an oldie, but goodie that’ll have you on the edge of your seats.”

A hush settled over the dining room. The tangible shift in the air had her leaning forward in her seat. Elsie shot her a not-so-subtle smirk from under the brim of her hat. A look that said, I told ya so. Charlotte ignored her. It seemed rude not to pay attention for a little while.

Owen cleared his throat and began, “Picture this for me: A colorfully painted caravan ambling through the shifting sands of the Eufaula Desert…”

Charlotte listened to his tale for a while, admittedly captivated by the vivid picture he made with words alone. Ruby-red sands bathed in a hazy orange glow. A sweltering heat that left your clothes painted on like a second skin. The near-constant creak of uneven wheells as they rolled through the dunes. It felt like she was actually there, riding along with Martle.

As she listened, her attention drifted back to the pad of paper. Her own words twined in tandem with his:

Nia,

Wow! Six months already? I guess time flies when you’re constantly on the go. Sandrock contine to provide its own unique set of challenges.

That was a kind of putting it. She had been a builder for close to a decade now, but Sandrock had been quite the culture shock. Charlotte never imagined wood, of all things, would be a commodity—the thing that literally grew on trees. Or that she would have to ration water so meticulously to ensure her machines didn’t overheat. Or how often she would have to clean her machines with all the sand working its way into the gears.

After her first sandstorm took out half the town, Charlotte had to take a long, hard look at her future in Sandrock. It may have been a rash decision to come out here. She pursed her lips. It was definitely a rash decision, but she chose to stay in the end, if only because she failed to find any other openings for builders across the Free Cities.

You’ll be relieved to hear that we don’t drink our piss out here. They have a very meticulous water gathering and distribution system that helps the town function, so there’s no need to sound the alarm.

Winter is much better. Colder than I was expecting if I’m being completely honest…

I hope you and Julien are well. I miss you both dearly. How is the Harold treating you? Have they promoted you to head reporter yet? They better. You’re the finest writer in the Free Cities. Has Julien finally gotten his workshop to an S rating or has my departure set him back a few years? (Please don’t tell him I said that. It was a joke)

As I said so blatantly in my last letter, stop trying to set me up with someone. It won’t make me come back to the city. I…

The fluid motion of her pen stilled. She caught herself almost writing I only ever wanted Julien. She could never admit that to her, not when Nia loved him long before Charlotte realized her feelings for him. And certainly not when Julien loved her right back.

She first noticed when the pair chatted over the breakfast table while Charlotte tinkered away in the corner. She thought she might have imagined the sparkle in his eye, but it became more apparent as time went on. His gaze would pass over Charlotte entirely, but lingered on Nia for much longer than seemed appropriate.

It took her too long to realize the dark feeling swelling in her gut was jealousy—and for her best friend.

Nia had always been more lovely, more certain, more sincere…just more. It made sense when Julien asked her out several months ago, but for Charlotte that was her breaking point. She couldn’t sit on the sidelines at they found their happiness—not without ruining something for the people she cared about.

Time would heal all wounds.

Time…and distance.

Charlotte took the first building job she stumbled across and was gone by the end of the week. At the time, Sandrock didn’t seem far enough, but Nia had been trying ever since to get her to come back to the city. It started with mentions of her family and how much they missed her. When that didn’t work, she taunted her with used food wrapped from her favorite food stalls. Now, she wanted to find a love connection that might lure her back like a stray dog with a bone.

She loved Nia, but damn, she could only take so much.

If she kept at it, the truth might burst out of her and ruin everything. Nothing would deter her unless she…

Charlotte inhaled sharply.

Unless she already had someone.

I actually did find someone here in Sandrock.

She tapped the tip of her pen against her lower lip. Nia wouldn’t be satisfied with that. She would want details—details Charlotte didn’t have—but she could make them up. She scanned the faces around her. Who would be a perfect match for her?

Arvio caught her eye and winked. She’d dealt with enough of his bullshit that it failed to rouse anything within her.

He had a handsome face and natural charm, but he was too young for her. Too young, too flirtatious, too, well, everything really. She would never convince Nia that she fell in love with a boy with roguish charm.

She looked to Mi-an and Elsie, dismissing them for the same reasons. Too young, too bold, too loud. Charlotte never thought she would have to worry about someone being too young, but she was quickly approaching thirty and the idea of dating someone who just turned eighteen (even if it was just to convince Nia) made her skin crawl.

How she ended up adopting the youngest in Sandrock was beyond her, but it happened all the same. She figured if not her, then who else? Those three liked to get into enough trouble on their own and they needed someone to wrangle them back in line.

“...the caravans raced through the dunes, rattling the teeth in poor Martle’s skull…”

Owen sat on the edge of the stage, fists gripped tight to mimic holding the reins of a caravan. He bounced in his seat as if he were truly there, racing through the dunes with Martle. “The caravan took a sharp left, then a right and sent her flying.” He threw himself across the stage, the rotted wood whining under his weight.

A few people chuckled as he shoved himself up, smoothing his wild hair as he did. Charlotte caught herself laughing along, her pen already moving across the page:

He has a way with words. His stories captivate anyone who listens (and they’re often listening when he performs at the Blue Moon Saloon on Saturday nights). He’s tall with broad shoulders, but he has the kindest eyes. They crinkle when he smiles and it makes you want to smile too.

Charlotte reread what she wrote. Would that vague description be enough to satisfy her? Or did she need to take it a step further? Nia would want to know everything about this mystery man, especially since Charlotte hadn’t shown much interest in anyone since their teens.

But Nia would get suspicious if she gushed too much. Charlotte rarely gushed about anything—unless it involved food. She always had good things to say about food.

He knows his way around the kitchen too. His fried rice is to die for. Like, seriously, it tastes just like the stuff we would buy from the cart outside our apartment.

At least she wasn’t lying. Charlotte spent most nights squandering her meager savings at the saloon because her kitchenette looked like it hadn’t been touched in over a decade. Mason didn’t strike her as the sort who cooked for himself. Because she spent so much time there, Owen did everything in his power to make her feel at home which included adding a few Highwind specialities to his menu.

But that was Owen for you, he wanted everyone to find their place and feel like they belonged. As far as fake partners went, he would be the most believable for someone like her.

I think you would like him. You’ll have to visit sometime. He can make you his rendition of the fried rice and you can decide for yourself.

Give Julien my love and write back soon. I miss you.

Hugs & kisses,

Lottie

She capped her pen and set it down like a warrior laying down their arms. Hopefully, this would be enough to sway Nia.

“...and that’s where we’ll leave it for tonight.” Charlotte turned her attention back to the stage as Owen bowed his head. The boisterousness of his performance melted away and he looked almost sheepish as he continued, “Thanks for turnin’ out everybody. I’ll see y’all next week.” She applauded along with everyone, only slightly disappointed that she missed the ending of his story.

People ambushed Owen the moment he hopped off the stage and gushed over his performance. Mi-an tried to do the same, but Elsie cut her off and insisted they head to the arcade instead. It didn’t take much to convince her and Mi-an half-dragged Elsie out of the saloon to catch a few games before the arcade closed.

Arvio left shortly thereafter with little more than a wink and a promise to share his latest marketing scheme with her in the morning. He mentioned something about a poster bearing his face and she hoped he was kidding. Knowing Arvio, he wasn’t and that meant she had to figure something out.

Now, only Charlotte remained at their booth, not that she minded a quiet walk back to her workshop. She needed to drop her letter off at the station anyway. With any luck, it would arrive by the end of the week.

The dining room emptied quickly as she cleaned up her stuff. With only a few stragglers milling about, Owen started to clear the plates from the empty tables. She assumed Grace was still cleaning in the back, but Owen might have sent her home for the night. It seemed like the kind of thing he’d do.

Charlotte threw her back over her shoulder and drifted over to him. “That was another great performance.”

A kind smile puckered the skin around his eyes. “Hiya Lottie, I didn’t think you’d be comin’ out tonight. I heard Yan had you on some big commission.”

“I always find time to come out and see you perform.” Without waiting to be asked, and mostly because she knew he was too polite to do so, she gathered a few plates. He opened his mouth to argue, but she cut him off before he had the chance. “Elsie would have had a fit if I chose to work instead.”

“At least I can count on Elsie to help me fill the saloon,” he chuckles as he motioned for her to follow, “How’d you like the performance.”

“Not your usual Old World stories, but you seemed really into it.”

“Ah, yeah, this is one of my favorites. I always begged my pa to tell it as a kid. The folks here have probably heard it a million times already, but they keep comin’ back for some reason, so I keep tellin’ it. It must be a favorite of theirs too.”

Charlotte mused, “You sure that’s the only reason people are coming to see you?”

He shot a curious look over his shoulder. “Why else would they come out? I mean, aside from the food that is.”

She shook her head. Right. He was too humble to realize he was the town’s golden boy—handsome, kind and capable. “I definitely come out for the food.” They shared a laugh. “But it was a lovely story. I can’t wait for next week.”

“Oh yeah, that’ll be a doozy of a tale.”

That caught her attention. “You’ve already decided what you’re telling?”

“Of course, I can’t just make them up on the fly.” He pushed through the door that led into the kitchen and held it open for her. “But don’t even try to guess. I’m a steel box when it comes to secrets and I like to have the element of surprise.”

“I wouldn’t dream of ruining the surprise for myself.”

The subtle scent of oregano wafted off him as she brushed past. It was quite pleasant. Comforting, even. The kitchen light had been dimmed, confirming what she already guessed. Grace had left for the night and Owen planned to clean up on his own. “You’re going to handle all these dishes by yourself?��

He shrugged. “I normally do on performance nights. Grace works hard during the dinner rush. What kind of boss would I be if I made her stay to clean up too?”

She set her dishes in the empty sink. “Do you want a hand? I’ve been told I don’t know how to clean a dish to save my life, but I’m willing to give it my best shot.”

Owen chuckled. “I don’t think anyone likes dishes, even me. In fact, you’d be appalled to see the state of my kitchen. But I can handle these just fine, though I appreciate the offer. You already do so much for us out here. You don’t need to be doin’ my job too.”

Her expression softened. His golden boy reputation was well-earned at the very least. If he shined any brighter, she might start seeing stars on the edge of her vision. “Well, if that’s the case, I won’t distract you.” She threw a wave over her shoulder as she headed back toward the dining room. “Don’t work too hard now.”

“Same goes to you, Lottie. I’ll see you ‘round.”

As the door swung shut behind her, she pulled her finished letter from her bag. If she hurried, she could reach Jensen before he closed the station’s doors for the night. And if she was extra lucky, Nia would give up on this matchmaking scheme of hers. In a few weeks, she could write back and tell her things didn’t pan out between her and this mystery man.

No hard feelings. No real risk—just the way she preferred things.

What could possibly go wrong?

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