#hes just going about his business and certain interactions just click

[starillusion13]

cold husband mafia mingi x reader where they get into an argument then the reader is kidnapped and gets hurt infront of him and falls unconscious give me all the angst you’ve got 🫶🏻

I AM LOST...

Pairing: Mafia husband! Mingi x Wife!reader

Genre: Angst, Mafia, Family au

W.C: 4.2k

Warnings: arguments b/w husband and wife, neglection of married life, mention open cuts with knife, kidnapping, get shot, blood loss. Regret.

Networks: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Note: please I want to thanks to people for reading and reblogging. Reviews are always appreciated . Applause to the ones who come up to me to interact and they know how friendly I am. Okay enough!

“Why don’t you understand?”

You angrily put down the phone on your bed and brushed back the loose hairs from your face. You know it’s not a certain thing for you to be in this situation but you didn’t expect that even today also, he was going to treat it as the usual day. You were not expecting much from him but at least he could have tried to appreciate your efforts for the night.

You glanced at the clock and looked down at your long-slit dress for the night hugging your body. Few moments back, your mirror reflected the beauty of the night with a bright smile adorning your look but now your face reflecting the sadness. Sadness or loneliness.

Throwing the heels to the side of the room, you picked up the night sleep-gown to get change into it. Taking the phone in your hand, you checked through the notifications for the last time for the day, there’s still no texts from him of changing his mind. So, you are just going to sleep without even eating the dinner. You have already texted the restaurant to cancel your booking for the night and paid extra charges for the arrangements before heading to the bathroom.

It’s been an hour that you have locked yourself inside the bathroom when you heard a faint knock. When you turned off the tap, you could hear the light banging at the door.

“Who is there?”

“Ma’am, Is everything okay? I was calling you for last ten minutes and sorry to enter the room without the permission but I was worried for you.”

Oh. You were zoning out and didn’t hear your name being called. You could hear the worriedness in your maid’s voice and she is the only one who knows to accompany you even when she is busy or having her special days. Atleast, she understands you and knows what you are going through in your life. You literally envy her as she is not rich like you but having a nice and moderate life where she is actually happy unlike you who don’t know about happiness after the marriage.

“Ma’am?”

“I’m okay. Just need some time alone and I’ll be fine.”

You heard a faint ‘okay’ and click of your bedroom door shut. You sighed and stared at the mirror for few minutes before heading outside the bathroom. Slow footsteps took you near the window where you could see the view of the busy streets of the city. Your one hand resting on the glass window looked like as if you are caged in the room, maybe you are, just the way you are restricted to this marriage.

When you heard your maid calling out your name again, you let her in but still facing the window. You have tried not to show your vulnerable state to her but everytime you failed and cried to her. She was always there to comfort you, even today as well.

“Are you crying?”

You glanced at your reflection to the side, you could see a tear-line down on your cheeks and your fingers raised up to feel it. To feel the pain of your silent scream.

“I don’t know but why am I even crying?”

The mother like figure setting the food on the corner table, made her way towards you. She sympathetically smiled at you and when she reached near you, patting your head and taking hold of your one hand, brought you to sit on the edge of the bed. You stared at the hold and silent tears fell on top of it.

 “Am I not worthy for his time?” you asked in a hushed voice.

She rubbed your palms and hummed, “It’s not about your worth my dear. He is just distant from everything. You know when I first came into this house to work, I thought he really hate me as his maid or he doesn’t like a particular thing about me which is why he is being so cold to me. But gradually I got to know him, he is just a man who grew up as a child neglected by the family and so he doesn’t know how to really express himself.”

“But I am his wife. Does he not care about this? If he didn’t want to marry then why making my life miserable.” You gulped the lump in your throat and inhaled the sob that could tear out any time. You just want a little time of his where you can spend some time like a couple and talk about our married life.

“I know, Y/N. It’s really hard for you but some things need time.”

“It’s been one year…” you looked at her and she nodded.

“I hope he would soon see how he is ignoring a beautiful soul like you. He really loves you though or he wouldn’t have done so much to keep you safe here. He is just scared to open up with you as his parents never listened to him so he thinks that you might behave like them as well. As it was a contract marriage so he thinks you are with his parents but trust me, his first priority is you.”

You chuckled bitterly, “Never. His first priority is this mafia business which would never let him to come closer to me. He is just doing everything because this is his house and his properties which are needed to be kept safe-“

“And you are my wife.”

Both of you turned towards the door to see the man in messed up condition standing at the doorway with his coat in one hand and placing the gun in the drawer of the table near the corner table.

The maid stood up and excused herself to leave the room, leaving you with Mingi. When passing him, she asked quietly if he had eaten but he just shook his head and told not to bring him dinner, everything inaudible to you.

His eyes look tired and hairs disheveled, lazily he threw the tie on the sofa and walked towards the mirror. Your eyes following his movements and when he caught you looking at him through the mirror, you didn’t look away but locked your eyes with his.

“Your wife?” a hatred filled undertone spilled from your mouth.

He waited to see if you wanted to say anything more but only tears flowing down your eyes. The only thought came across his mind was how he had messed up today, the very first anniversary of both of yours. The mission was important but he couldn’t suddenly let the enemies know that they have a hole of his absence and take advantage of his gang, as he is the main snipper of the Mafia ‘Ateez’.

“Yes.” His eyes glanced at the food kept covered at the corner table and sighed, “Eat your food. I had my dinner earlier and you should not sleep in empty stomach.”

“I would rather die than eating dinner.”

Your words somehow hit a nerve inside him as he skipped towards and made you stand up, gripping your shoulders tightly. “What did you just say?”

You tried to read him but you could only see fire eyes staring back at you. You glanced at the grip on the shoulders and saw few cuts on his knuckles and wrists, maybe the mission didn’t succeed. So what? He is now going to show his frustration on you?

“I can’t live like a stranger in this house even when I’m living with the person, I got married to last year. Have you ever considered our life in a serious way or it’s just a contract mission for you. You could have said before our marriage then I would have done something to prevent it. Why was it necessary to make my life miserable for your mafia business?”

You were shouting on his face and you could see his furrowed brows and piercing eyes searching for your every emotion. His grip on you loosened and you swatted his hands away from you.

“Y/n…”

“Stop it. I’m tired of listening to your same excuses.” You pushed your hairs back and continued, “This mission was important. I’m doing things which is good for us. Same words.”

Mingi exhaled and proceeded to remove the wrist watch.

“You know it’s not an easy thing to be the part of a gang member and also maintain the family. You need to understand some things. Don’t act childish and whine for little things.”

“little things? You are an emotionless monster, Mingi. Do you even care about other’s feelings?” You rubbed your eyes with your sleeves, “I tried to understand your situation before. Everytime whenever I got disappointed with your attitude, I tried to convince myself that everything would be okay once the missions get over. But never.”

“This is my life, Y/n.”

“and what about my life? Before the marriage I dreamt of getting a husband who would be caring and loving to me. I never wanted money or a luxurious life to show off people but I wanted someone who will stay with me, understand me. Mingi please, I’m tired of all these.”

He stayed silent.

“I’m really a monster. Don’t forget I’m a member of ‘Ateez’ so I should not have feelings for anything and of course, I can’t be available like the other husbands. I gave you everything. I bought you all the things you have ever wanted, I have taken you to all the places you have wanted to visit and still here you are complaining about your life.” He has never shouted at you and today the way he raised his voice has reached the limit.

“Mingi……I need love.” You whispered the words. You just want to disappear from this place at that moment. He has heard what you had said and he stopped in his track entering the bathroom.

“Y/n, why can’t you understand that-“

“STOP! I am fed up with this. I’m leaving this place right now. Don’t try to find me unless you know how to become a husband.”

You grabbed your phone and purse laying on the sofa and slide the jacket hanging on the hook and slammed shut the door. Mingi stared at the door through which just now you have exited. A tear drop fell from the eye. Not your, but his. He is crying. He brings his finger to feel the tears on his cheeks. He deserves it.

“I’m sorry….”

He threw the towel on the bed and quickly dialled a number and waited impatiently for the other line to pick it up. 

“Hello? Is anything wrong?”

“Yunho, please track Y/n’s number and see where she is going. I know she must be going to her best friend’s house but she was restless when she left the house so I hope she doesn’t do anything stupid and go to her house safely.”

“Mingi, calm down. I will keep a watch on her. And, you still didn’t apologize right? She needs you, Mingi. You are her husband and you know she is not used to this kind of dark life yet her parents forced her into this but you need to remember, she is that bubbly Y/n from our class and she deserves happiness. I hope after she comes back to you, you treat her the right way. Right way I meant, you will give her all the love she needs and deserves.”

“I know… please keep a watch on her.”

“I will.”

After hanging up the call, he stared at the phone screen and unconsciously, he tapped on your name to call you but his finger hovered over the call sign and sighed. You wouldn’t pick up and he made a mental note to bring you back.

After a while when he exited the bathroom, he glanced at the bed. Usually, he would find you sleeping or scrolling through the phone. Your food still kept in the corner, getting cold just like the relationship between you both. It would not be a surprise if you leave him at this point because it would be all his fault after all. It’s surprising how you are a carefree, bubbly and a sunshine girl got entangled with confined, ruthless and cold boy.

He has always watched you since the middle school and he envied how cheerful you always were unlike him, who had to hide the mafia family business and always acting cold towards everyone. Never in a while, he thought that he would be marrying you in the future and now here you are both struggling in your life. And moreover, he is the one destroying your butterflies and rainbows with the thunderstorm of his coldness.

The bedroom door slammed open and the maid supported herself at the doorframe and spoke between the heavy breathes, “Sir Yunho is here. He is calling you urgently.”

Mingi threw the towel on the bed and signalled her to go along with him. Meanwhile, he asked her if she knows the reason for his urgency but the words came out her mouth made his heart beat stop for a moment.

“It’s about Y/n.”

He inhaled sharply before almost running to the living room where Yunho was sitting in a messed up state and looking at the phone screen. Mingi took large steps towards the man sitting on the sofa and grabbed his collar to make him stand.

“where is Y/n? I told you to keep a watch on her then what went wrong?”

Yunho held the wrist and tried to calm him down but he himself was sick worried of the thing that happened earlier.

“Mingi, I was tracking her location as you told me but suddenly, she changed her direction to a different road and I quickly went there with Jongho as it was the way leading to the highway where all the deals happen at night.”

“Why was she going there?”

“I didn’t know why she suddenly went there but when I reached her last location, she was not there and I found her phone lying at the side of the road and I saw a number texted her to go there who pretended as you. She trusted the text that you were asking her to meet and you would be apologizing for everything. We need to do something.”

Mingi didn’t know what to think at the moment. Should he scold you for believing any number to be him? Or should he just shoot everyone here and there just to find you quickly? He brushed the damp hairs back and took heavy breathes to calm him down to come up with a better plan as panicking is not a mafia thing and he needs to think wisely so that you don’t get hurt.

Yunho got a call from one of his gang members and conversing over the call, he turned towards his other mate. He watched how he was being so impatient for his wife. Even if he doesn’t show any feelings but deep down, he loves his wife the most. He is just scared not to harm her in the flow of his mafia life. He wants to keep you as bubbly as the childhood Y/n but he is hurting you in the process.

“Hey.” Mingi looked up to his member’s call. “Jongho has tracked the message number id and it’s from the District-9 and it only means there is one person who could have kidnapped her. It’s Bangchan and his gang members to take revenge for the last month’s mission.”

“I will go there and take her back. I need to leave right now.”

“Are you stupid? If he attacks you then neither you are getting her back nor you will be safe.”

“You don’t tell me what to do now. I don’t care to spend time coming up with a plan. Y/n is in danger and she is scared.”

Even when Yunho tried to stop him, Mingi harshly pushed him away and sprint towards the garage to get into his black car. His black outfit blending with the cold dark night. Even the roads through which he was driving through were silent but he was in chaos. Many thoughts passing through his mind and he was just praying that you were safe.

“Please wait for a while…I’m coming, Y/n.”

He drove the car faster.

.

.

.

“Well my little angel, is the cut burning?”

Your teary eyes looked up to the voice who was calling you with an endearment but mocking at you. The leader of this new gang and you just know only his name, Bangchan as others were just calling each other with code numbers.

“Please…I want to go home…It’s hurting please…” you tried to pry yourself off from the ropes binding you to the chair but your weak body couldn’t go against it and the cuts over your hands and legs were burning with your every little movement.

“It would have been easy if you would have told me the details of your husband’s base but your stubbornness is only causing you pain so my boys had to torture you like this. So, are you willing to speak now?”

He gripped your jaw harshly and brought his face near to yours. You shook your head to avoid him but he held you tighter.

“TELL ME!”

“I don’t know…”

“I swear-“ Before he could finish both of you hear loud screaming and shootings outside. He stared at you and held the gun towards you when he heard footsteps nearing the basement.

Within the seconds, the door kicked open by Mingi. At first, he didn’t notice you but when his gaze fell on Bangchan, the latter smirked and looked below when he followed the gaze, he watched how helpless and tiredly you were tied to the chair.

what the fuck…

“So, the snipper of Ateez is here without the invitation. Oh, wife pulled you here but as far as I have heard, it doesn’t really matter to you what’s going to happen to her.”

“Shut up.” He hissed.

Mingi took one step and you screamed in pain. It pierced his ears and heart at the same time. He is used to your laugh, your smile, your shouts, your complains but your scream in pain is not the thing he ever wanted to hear. It’s too painful for him. Maybe, because he is the snipper so he is not used to hear anyone’s pain from so close. No, its because it’s you who is screaming.

“Take one more step. You will see more fresh new cuts.”

His eyes scanned your whole body, Your sleeves and edges of the dress had patches of blood. Earlier in hurry, you changed into this light peach colour dress but he didn’t expect it to be covered in dirt and blood later the night.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Watch me.” He again cut open a line of skin on your forearm. Your scream again filled the room, deafening every other sound to his ears. Mingi balled his fist and gritted his teeth.

You haven’t asked for his help. Why? It’s because you don’t trust him or you still couldn’t believe that he was there to save you not for his mafia business.

“Mingi…please help me…”

That was the only push he needed to run towards the leader and punched him. This caused Bangchan to lose his grip on the knife and gun. He wiped off the blood from the corner of his lip and glared towards Mingi and the latter again punched him on the floor. Satisfied, he crawled towards your chair and starts to untie the ropes and chain. You were trying to stay awake but the blood loss was making it hard. Prying everything off from you, he hugged your weak body and rubbed your back.

“It’s okay, Y/n. Don’t be scared. I’m here.”

You didn’t reply but you were focusing on something, rather someone. Bangchan was pointing his gun towards Mingi’s back and when you realized, your eyes went big and you managed to switch the sides and as soon as your back facing the leader, he shot the bullet.

Who got shot?

You.

You leaned towards Mingi and held his biceps tighter. The pain was much worse than the previous cuts but somewhere you were feeling a relief that finally you would be at peace.

Bangchan ran away from the basement but that didn’t matter to the man who was in shocked to see you dying in his arms.

No. he can’t just let you die like this. He needs to apologize. He needs to make up for all the mistakes he has done.

He carried you to his car and Yunho followed him. Earlier four Ateez members followed Mingi and they helped him to attack on the District-9 basement.

“I will drive. Keep her awake until we reach hospital.”

Getting inside the car, he was calling out your name frantically and you have never seen him like this. For you.

“I want to sleep.”

“No no please. You will sleep but for a while please hold on. Don’t close your eyes please. Stay with me Y/n…”

Your cold hand reached to his cheeks and rubbed the rough skin.

“Are you crying for me? Am I being a bad wife?”

“No. you are the best wife ever someone wanted. It was me who was bad for neglecting you. Please stay with me…”

“I love you, Mingi.”

You closed your eyes and your breathing almost became faint. Mingi panicked at the situation but when Yunho pulled the car in front of the hospital. Without wasting any time, he skipped towards the emergency room with you in his arms. Of course, this was their personal Mafia Base Hospital and no one would dare to stop him.

Its been an hour when the doctor came out the room informed Mingi that you were in a critical situation as the bullet has damaged some area around it and your blood loss adding the worst possibilities to it. He was on the verge of losing control but after Yunho’s request, they let him to meet you.

You were sleeping peacefully. You wanted to sleep and now you are sleeping. He chuckled bitterly to this thought. He sat on the stool by the side of your bed and held your weak palm between his shaking ones.

“I’m sorry…”

Tears fell on the hold. Your breathings were very faint but as far as he could hear the sound, it was a little relief to him.

“I was scared, Y/n. I have seen you since the middle school and you were always the bright sunshine and I was the dark coldness. We never matched with each other but yet you smiled towards me.”

He sobbed before continuing, “When I got to know that you will be my wife. I had two feelings, one to be scared like how to take care of a family apart from the mafia life and the second, I was happy for the first time that I’m getting someone like you in my life. If the marriage was not important then I would have tried my best to keep you far away from someone like me, never to get involved with me.”

He paused for a moment to stare at you. Your beautiful face covered with cuts and now having antiseptic creams on them but he could feel the burning pain you had went through before. He caressed the side of your face and head. Smiling a little. Hoping for you to wake up and hug him and forgive him. He knows he doesn’t deserve the forgiveness so soon but just wants to see your lively face and smile once again. He needed to prove you his love and he swear he would do anything for you to see happy and not to be in this situation again. NEVER AGAIN.

“You are a treasure in my life whom I tried to protect so hard that the pressure broke it in the end. I destroyed you with my own hands. You are my queen but I caged you like a prisoner. Please wake up, Y/N. I can’t live without you. All these years, I have watched you from afar but when you are near, I am lost.”

He waited for you as if you are going to reply him back like other times. He wants you to shout at him, hit him, do whatever to make him realize your worth but he couldn’t afford to see you sleeping on a hospital bed, supported by some machines. Every drop of blood is precious than the most expensive ruby to him.

“I’m lost with you. I’m lost without you. For you I’m lost. I love you, Y/n. You are the only warmth in my cold life.”

‘I love you, Mingi.’ This was the last thing he heard faintly from you and your voice echoing inside his head.

“Please, don’t leave me. I want to change myself for you.” He planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand and tears falling from his eyes continuously.

You need to wake up or his coldness will make him lost in the void from where no one can ever bring him back. You are his first love and you can’t be the first reason to hate love.

I hope you liked it anon <3. I was really down while writing it coz about that post who insulted me for writing ffs so If the fic is not how you wanted then please wait for other fics, I will surely try to do better.

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[cherryredstars]

Hiii cherry💋♥️ would you write something about going on a late night drive with simon when you both can't sleep🥺🫠

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x gn!reader

Warnings: Fluff

Summary: What happens when you can't sleep.

Word Count: 1.4K (Unedited)

It's been a struggle to find sleep lately.

Maybe it's a combination of the colder weather and a busy week, but no matter how tired you are, sleep seems to slip through your fingers. It makes your bones heavy and your brain slow. Eventually, after hours of tossing and turning in your bed, you slip out. Fuzzy, festive socks hit the cold wooden floor as you creep out of bed and to the front door in the dim lighting of your flat. You pull a simple jacket over your jumper and slip on some boots.

You leave with your keys jangling in your pocket, closing the door softly before walking forward to the door across from you. You're nervous. It's late, way past any reasonable hour. You know he's probably awake. You know sleep isn't his friend either. But a small voice in your mind wonders that maybe its one of those rare nights where he finds himself passed out on his couch. You'd hate to steal him from his only form of peace.

You knock softly, just loud enough to be heard if he is awake. You're certain that any sound would wake him up though. You rock back and forth on your heels, hands stuffed in your pockets as you wait. The carpet needs a bit of cleaning you realize and you have a small stain near the end of your boot that you don't remember from this morning. Maybe you should just leave and try to go to sleep.

But the slow creaking of his door makes your head shoot up. He's barely visible from the crack, but more and more of him gets revealed as he realizes its you. He's wearing an outfit similar to yours, a pair of sweats and a jumper. His has a military training symbol, front and center. He raises a brow at you, leaning against the door frame.

There is a bit of silence between the two of you as you study the other. He definitely can see the bags under your eyes, but you can see the heaviness in his. He wasn't sleeping from what you can tell. You stopped him if he was about too, though. You give him a tentative smile, hands fisting in their hidden space.

"Fancy a drive?" You whisper like a secret.

Simon doesn't respond and you get nervous again. Maybe you're disturbing his night, taking him away from something important. Knowing Simon, he's probably in no mood for any human interaction so late in the day. He gives you a hard stare before turning around. You're about to leave when Simon slips into his apartment, but you stop when he steps out a second later.

He has a beanie over his head and his shoes on. He has another one in his hand, a matching black on that he shoves into your hands. His keys are clutched tight in his hand as he starts walking down to the elevator with the expectation of you following. You hurriedly do, shoving the beanie on your head and jogging to catch up. Simon holds the elevator doors open for you, clicking on the ground floor button.

"We'll take my car." He says in that gruff voice, eyes trained on the elevator doors. You only hum in agreement.

The winter air hits you hard, and you shiver once you exit the building. Simon seems unbothered as usual, leading the way to his truck. He unlocks it when he's close enough, opening the passenger door and helping you step up before entering himself. He turns on the heater, warm air blasting as you buckle in. The engine makes a gentle purr as it starts up, and Simon reaches into the back before throwing a blanket into your lap. You put it over you wordlessly, going as far as to spread it over the middle console to make sure Simon's warm too.

Simon doesn't say anything in response, instead switching through stations before finding one that isn't a random talk show. He keeps the volume low, almost inaudible in the car silence. He pulls out of the parking spot, leaning back as he begins to drive down the empty streets.

Unsurprisingly, there aren't any other cars on the road. The streets are devoid of people, too. You lean your head against the window, body shivering at the initial coldness of the glass. You can feel Simon's eyes on you every now and then, but you don't look back at him. Instead, you focus on the world outside.

The moon is obscured by clouds, and the dim street lights don't do much to help. The buildings blur outside, making a watercolor of dark colors illuminated by the occasional white and burnt yellow. The two of you are silent, just letting the soft music fill the space. Occasionally, you'll hum along to a song you like and Simon will tap the beat onto the steering wheel's leather.

When the station turns to white noise at a light, silence engulfs the both of you again. You're content to keep it that way if Simon wishes, but you're surprised when he speaks up.

"Tell me about your day."

You turn to look at him, eyes widening before you smile softly. You get comfortable, sitting with your legs crossed as you play with the corner of the blanket. You look to the car's roof as you think about where to start, eventually deciding to recount the moments since you got out of bed. Simon keeps his attention on the road but he hums and nods along, asking questions and making a comment at the appropriate times. Eventually the two of you spiral into random conversation, joking about miscellaneous things. The car fills with light giggles and chuckles, a smile permanently etched onto your face as you stare at him.

He's awfully handsome. It's not a new realization, just one that gets illuminated as the headlight glow reflects onto his face. He seems relaxed, or as relaxed a man like him can get while still upholding a military posture. He shares bad jokes with you, a small smile creeping up when you make any reactions: good or bad. If it relates to the current flow of conversation and isn't too revealing, he recalls moments he shares with his team or the occasional mission.

You soak it up eagerly, wanting every piece of Simon Riley that he's willing to feed you. His voice is calming, a low rumble that holds a bit of gravel. It warms your body more than the heating and blanket combined. It's easy to fall asleep this way, being cocooned in warmth and being filled with the gift of Simon's voice. His car smells good too. Like him. An intense mix of evergreen pines and something smokey but warm. Like sticky, sweet ambrosia.

Your eyes begin to get heavy as he continues his hushed story. You try to fight it, desperate to hear what he has to say. Maybe you'll have to ask him to record his voice for you. Like a mini podcast of sorts. That way, you'll have something that'll shut your brain off quickly. Eventually the feeling gets too hard to fight, and sleep takes you.

When you wake up, you find yourself in your bed. Your mind is still groggy with sleep, and you squint as morning light floods in. You look around as your eyes begin to clear, finding your boots at the end of your bed. You're still wearing your thin jacket, but now it's fully zipped up. Your hand slides into your pocket, panic seizing you as you don't feel your keys. You quickly pat yourself down, frantically moving your sheets around. Your worry stops abruptly when you spot them in the corner of your eye.

They sit neatly on your nightstand, laying on top of a black beanie. The beanie from last night. Carefully, you grab it. It's soft and still warm in your hands. Hesitantly, you bring it up to your nose, suffocating in the familiar scent that is now slightly tainted by your shampoo. You sit there for a few moments, absorbing the remainder of last night. After a while of lazying around, you begin to slip out of bed. It's only then you realize the foreign blanket that unravels from around you.

And suddenly, your room smells entirely of ambrosia evergreens and cold Manchester nights.

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[sunlitsunflowers]

A Little Bit Easier

Jake Seresin x reader

Word Count: 893

Warnings: descriptions of feeling overwhelmed

Summary: you get overwhelmed at the hard deck and Jake comforts you

The Hard Deck was busy, a sea of bodies all packed into the space. People jostling each other trying to move around, practically shouting to hear each other over the music and other patrons.

You were trying to focus on your friend group, on the game of pool Fanboy was spectacularly loosing, you really were. But you could hear it all. Each conversation, the loud obnoxious laughter, the clinking of glass. Hell you could even hear the buzzing of electricity coming from the overhead lights and the odd clicking of the ceiling fan that was spinning lazily. It was a lot.

It was too much.

You turn to Bob who was perched next to you watching the pool game unfold.

"Hey, I'm just going to head outside for a minute. I need a bit of air" you say trying to keep your voice light and an easy smile on your face. Bob looked at you concerned, you definitely didn't succeed on pretending you were all right but you were hoping Bob would let it go.

He was about to open his mouth when Coyote's voice jumps out of the crowd, "I need some actual competition here and seeing as Hangman isn't playing. Bob you're up!"

A pool cue is thrust into Bobs hands and you take that as the perfect opportunity to make an exit. What you didn't realise was a certain blonde pilot had been watching the entire interaction. To be completely honest Jake had been watching you the entire night. He couldn't help it, his eyes look for you in every room he walks into. But he'd seen the shift in you when the bar started to get more crowded, the voices a little louder. He saw the way you drew back from the group, the way you were gripping onto your drink like it was the only thing keeping you tied to the floor, the way you would flinch when a particularly loud laugh would cut through the crowd, the panic in your eyes as people pushed passed. He saw it all.

Jake waited a minute as he watched you weave your way out of the bar before placing his drink down and following your path. When he got outside what he saw broke his heart.

You leant against the wall of the Hard Dark; your hands clenched, body shaking, breaths coming out in rapid puffs. Your eyes screwed shut as you desperately willed for your breathing to slow, you didn't notice the concerned Jake who stood before you.

"Sweetheart" Jake said, his voice low and smooth as he tried not to scare you. Your eyes snap to his, wide and brimming with tears, the panic evident.

It hurt Jake to see you like this. Slowly he took a step towards you, "oh, sweetheart."

He itched to reach out and pull you into him but he didn't know whether that was what you needed. But your body seemed to have made the decision for the both of you because as Jake stepped towards you, your body jerked off the wall and stumbled into him. Jake was quick to steady you as he wrapped his strong arms around you.

"There we go, I've got you. You're okay," he spoke into your hair.

Jake continued to speak reassurances, while tracing slow circles on your back. You don't know how long you stood there, but wrapped in Jake's arms the noise from the bar slowly fades as the rest of the world disappears.

"Jake" you breathe out, your voice barely a whisper. Your face pressed against his chest and all you can hear is the steady beating of his heart which is helping to calm the racing of yours. The soft rise and fall of his chest helping you to even out your rapid breaths. You're about to say his name again, thinking he didn't hear you when he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Yeah, darlin'," he murmurs, his lips ghosting over your forehead.

"I just wanted to say thank you." You take a deep breath, allowing the smell of Jake's cologne and the sea air to fill your lungs.

"You make breathing a little bit easier" you whisper so quietly you doubt Jake could even hear them. You weren't sure if you wanted Jake to have heard you. To hear you breathing out a secret whilst wrapped in his arms.

You go to pull away, to head back into the busyness of the bar, but as you do Jake draws you tightly into his chest, trying to squeeze out any amount of space between the two of you. He presses his lips to your forehead, as his arms pull you impossibly close, like he's scared that if he lets go you'll disappear. You burrow into him further, even though there isn't any further for you to go, hoping that he understands that you aren't going anywhere.

"I love you" the words so quiet you barely hear them. Words that fill you with warmth. Words that make you want to dance around because Jake Seresin loves you. You don't, instead you turn and place a kiss over his heart.

"I love you too" then turning your gaze back towards the ocean you smile; happy to stay here forever. The steady beating of your hearts sharing the same rhythm.

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[writing-about-current-obsessions]

Not okay

Pairings: Charles Leclerc x reader (requested)

Words: 1067

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Despite this year's car proving to be more challenging than expected, Charles was over the moon. He was optimistic and motivated, ready to take on the whole world. That invincible feeling may have something to do with a certain special person in his life. Well okay, it most certainly had something to do with his girlfriend.

She made everything in his life better. The unconditional support she gave him regarding his career and the way she cheered him on meant everything to Charles. But even beyond that, the way he could talk with her about anything and everything, the way they simply understood each other was something rare and Charles considered himself lucky to have found that with her.

On top of that, she just lit up every room she entered. Charles would certainly describe her as a social butterfly, because she was always surrounded by people who were either listening to her intently, laughing with her or joking around. She could always find common ground with anyone she met and start up a conversation, which Charles admired greatly. Especially because he thought of himself as awkward or shy at times, it was definitely a trait that he even envied her on.

Even now, when he was busy, she was conversing leisurely with the mechanics in the garage, passing time until Charles would be finished with work and they could get off the track together. He had just enough time to check up on her for a few minutes, wrapping an arm around her waist as he slipped into an easy conversation she was having with his co-workers.

At one point, Charles leaned closer to her ear, whispering a quick ‘I love you’ just for her to hear. She smiled wide, turning her head to look at her boyfriend, completely forgetting about the conversation she was previously immersed in.

“Can’t wait to get back.”, she whispered back. “I just want us to be alone for a while.”

“Me too, mon amour.”, Charles sighed, pressing a kiss on her cheek.

As if on cue, he was interrupted by his media manager. Before jumping in the car for another session, he had to meet up with some VIP guests at the garage. Since it was hard for him to actually unwrap his arm from his girlfriend, he included her in the conversation as well, basically dragging her with him and introducing her to everyone that just arrived. She didn’t complain and Charles didn’t realize it, but she was slowly but surely getting overwhelmed. As soon as she could, she extracted herself from the conversation, because everything was becoming too much; the people talking, the noises of the garage, the clicks of photos being taken and the cameras surrounding them. And that’s not even mentioning the energy she needed to keep up smiling and being nice to strangers she just met, trying to keep up conversations with everyone, crack a few jokes and try to be as charming as possible. Under the excuse of going to the bathroom, she escaped to the only room she knew that she will have some peace – Charles’ driver room.

She just needed a breather, that’s all. She sat on Charles’ bed, closing her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. Out of nowhere, horrible thoughts started swirling in her mind; how she wasn’t interesting enough and how people actually don’t want to hang out with her. She started overthinking about every single interaction she had that day, with every person she communicated with, her pesky head always making up reasons why she could’ve said something better. Her head was a mess and she felt like all of the noise from the garage was still there, although she was actually sitting in a quiet room.

Her head was in her hands, trailing her fingers through her hair while she tried to take deep breaths. She was so distracted that she didn’t hear when Charles came in until he called out her name. That made her open her eyes in shock and look up at him.

“Is everything okay?” Charles furrowed his eyebrows, looking at her intently as he closed the door behind him.

As he approached her, she just kept staring at him, not knowing what to say. Her eyes were watery and tears were threatening to spill down her cheeks, there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop them now. When Charles saw her expression, he kneeled next to her, his eyes roaming all over her in worry.

“What is it? Are you hurt?” Charles asked in a panicky voice. “Did someone do something to you?”

She shook her head no, the first tear rolling down her cheek.

“N-no…”, she answered with a shaky breath. “I’m okay.”

“You’re clearly not okay.”, Charles said, moving to sit on the bed next to her and take her into his embrace.

She allowed herself to fall into his arms, completely enveloped by his warmth. He kissed her temple softly and rubbed her back in soothing motions, letting her cry silently for a bit.

“Can you tell me what’s wrong?” Charles asked carefully after she calmed down a little.

She was silent, not knowing how to explain to Charles what the problem was. It was always hard for her to explain to her friends and family how lonely she felt. But, with a little goading from Charles and some encouraging words, she told him. In a quiet, unsure tone, she expressed her insecurities and the way she felt.

It was liberating. And what’s more, Charles was the best at comforting her; whether it was with his words or with physical touch. He hugged her close to him and peppered kisses all over her face, eliciting a few giggles out of her.  

“Mon amour.”, Charles said softly. “I had no idea you were feeling this way. I am so sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, Charles.”, she tried to smile at him. “It’s not your fault.”

“I am glad that you told me.”, he pressed another kiss on her cheek. “Because now I can be more considerate and not put you into situations that make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re the best, Charles.”, she smiled wide, feeling like a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders now that she confided in him about this.

“I am, aren’t I?” he smirked, cocking an eyebrow at her and making her laugh.

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[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Lessons

Pairing: George Russell x Reader

Rating: Explicit - 18+ Only. Any minors interacting will be blocked.

Length: 5.3K

Notes: This is just smut ¯_(ツ)_/¯

Warnings: Friends to lovers; married reader; reader isn't a virgin, but is relatively inexperienced; pining; grinding; fingering; oral sex (male receiving); vaginal sex; creampie

Summary: You were his oldest and dearest friend. He would help you where he could, but he had never expected a request like this. 

Your rushed plea was still swirling around in his mind: “I need you to teach me to please a man.” 

George wasn’t sure what to address first: your request, your nerves, or the overwhelming urge to give your husband a solid thumping. 

He didn’t move for a few moments, either, allowing his gaze to lower to his desk as he considered it. He could see you fidgeting just on the edge of his periphery, and he knew that you were likely growing more and more nervous in the silence—but it wasn’t a question that he could answer quickly, even if his acquiescence sat readily on his tongue. You were his oldest and dearest friend. He would help you where he could, but he had never expected a request like this. 

Your rushed plea was still swirling around in his mind: “I need you to teach me to please a man.” 

Your reasons had followed before he could question your first utterance: your husband showed you little affection, rare interest, and your scant physical encounters had been brief, uncomfortable, and fruitless. George had heard more than enough about your husband at his club, and knew that the man was frequently in the company of New York’s demimondaines. He was beneath you, morally and emotionally. What sort of a man left a jewel like you home alone to dally with prostitutes? 

“I should never have come.” Your sudden and weak insistence was chased with, “Pardon me, Mr. Russell.”  

He could hardly remember the last time he had been Mr. Russell to you in private. He heard the swish of your skirts and click of your heels, and was up and out of his seat in a second, just behind you as your hand rested on the doorknob. He pressed his palm to the wood, stilling the two of you. He drew in a deep breath, catching on the scent of the rose and carnation perfume that you always spritzed over your hair. 

“I haven’t given you my answer,” He reminded you. 

“Your silence was answer enough.” 

George sighed, resting his hand on your hip and using it to turn you to face him. You slouched dejectedly against the door, putting as much space between the two of you as you possibly could. 

“I was considering your request. You know me,” George dipped his head into your field of vision, frown deepening as you averted your gaze over his shoulder. “And you know that this is not a question that can be answered lightly.” 

“...I know.” 

“If it were to get out that you asked me at all—” 

“Do you think I haven’t considered that?” You snapped. George didn’t recoil as your eyes met his again, though he was stunned by the ice in your eyes. He could see now that you had considered it. Your embarrassment was all over your face, but George could see your hands balling into fists, your nerves turning to anger. At whom? Yourself, George, or that miserable lump of flesh that you called a husband? 

“And you’re willing to risk it?” He asked.

“You wouldn’t tell anyone.” 

“Servants talk.”

“Then we wouldn’t go to my home. Or yours.” 

“Where, then?” 

You glanced doggedly around George’s office, and a prickle of irritation rose. 

“This is my place of business.” 

“I know that. And that is why it’s the least suspicious. No one would lend credence to a titan of industry using his office for a…Dalliance of sorts.” 

You were trying to flatter him, and he was ashamed to say that it was almost working. 

“And when would this happen, exactly?” 

“Tonight?”

So soon. As certain as George was that he would give in to you, he hadn’t expected you to demand satisfaction so quickly.

“And if I had plans?” 

“You don’t.” 

There was the flair of flirty impertinence that he’d always loved about you. He’d seen it dimmed and quieted since your marriage, and been afraid that it would never return. As it was, he was glad to inspire it at all, and wary to refuse, lest you quiet it again. 

George raised his hands to rest on your shoulders, steadying you both. He gave you a gentle squeeze when you didn’t immediately meet his eye, and waited for you to look at him properly. 

“You’re certain that this is the best course of action?” 

“It is the only course of action.” 

“When does your husband return?” 

“At the end of the week.”

George’s thumbs swept over your shoulders as he parsed the best course of action. He could have Clay clear the office for the evening, ensure that no one returns until the morning…but there was still too much of a chance that you could be seen—or heard. 

“...Go home,” He counseled, “And pack a bag for the night. I’ll send a train ticket.” 

“Where are we going?” 

“Don’t worry about that.” 

“George.” 

“Do you trust me?” 

“Of course I do, but I need to know what to pack.” 

“We won’t go far…And you won’t need much clothing.” A devilish, warm smile curled George’s lips as you reached up, gently whacking his arm.

“Go on,” He urged, letting go of you. 

“We’ll take care of this tonight?” “Why must it be tonight?” When you didn’t answer, George sighed. “We will. You have my word.” 

You nodded, darting in to kiss his cheek before pulling away and hurrying out of the office.

— 

George didn’t try to stop you as you left, and you didn’t turn back to see if he was watching you leave. As you hurried down the stairs to the street, your lips tingled with the brush of George’s beard against your lips. You needed to go home, pack quickly…You surely couldn’t bring your ladies maid, Ann, with you, wherever you were going. 

You climbed into your carriage, knocking lightly on the ceiling and settling back as it jolted forward. 

Servants talk. 

George made a good point. For as much allegiance as your house staff had to you, your husband’s name was on their checks, not yours. It would look suspicious if you didn't bring Ann, and more suspicious still if you brought her and put her up in an inn alone somewhere—wherever you were going. 

Where were you going? 

George had told you that it wouldn’t be far. Somewhere just outside the city, perhaps? What could he be planning? He surely wouldn’t take you all the way out there just to change his mind and humiliate you. 

You leaned back in your seat, drawing in a deep, steadying breath as nerves buzzed through your body like bees. It had to happen tonight. You were certain you would lose your nerve, otherwise. You could hardly believe that you had managed to ask him at all—but you knew that it was what you had to do. Your husband had divorced two women before you for failing to give him children. You couldn’t be a third. Your life depended on wooing your husband to bed and giving him a child. What you had tried so far hadn’t worked. You were desperate to take charge, and there was only one person in your life that you knew you could trust with such a delicate matter. 

For as much as you trusted and cared for him, going to George had been no easy feat. He had been wholeheartedly against your marriage, but had sworn his support when you’d been determined in your choice. You were certain that when you told him you’d accepted your husband’s proposal, he couldn’t know that you would one day ask him such a favor. 

You looked up at your home as the carriage pulled up.

You would bring Ann, you decided. You would get her a room of her own, tell her that you had a migraine and that you didn’t want to be disturbed.

—  

The town was quaint, quiet, and so obscure that you’d never heard of it before. The inn that George had chosen to stay was only a few blocks away from where he’d made arrangements for you and Ann. He had chosen well—her room was practically palatial. You’d left her in the middle of her dinner, and you felt a guilty for tempting her with the promise of a good meal, a delicious dessert, and a night off in a comfortable bed. She’d tried to insist on coming with you twice, but relented when you insisted that you could very well manage your migraine on your own—you just needed rest.

Clay had shown you to George’s room right away. He hadn’t given you a wink, any hint of knowledge or teasing. He’d simply shown you in, told you that Mr. Russell would be with you shortly, and left. The room was nice. There was a small high-backed loveseat close to the fire, and a large, plush bed (which you had made every effort not to look at since you'd entered).

It was a little chilly, but that surely had more to do with the fact that you had arrived with nothing beneath your cloak but your nightgown and satin robe, your hood raised to hide your face from any locals that spotted you on the way in. The night clothes had been made for your wedding night, but never seen by your husband, as he'd refused to leave the reception and join you in bed. 

You shifted on the loveseat, eyeing the fire as you curled and uncurled your toes in your slippers. What could be keeping him? 

Your heart leapt into your throat as you heard the door open. You whirled around, half-rising from your seat. George took a step inside, closing the door behind himself. He waved for you to sit, and you nervously lowered yourself back down. He was similarly attired in a pale gold robe, his crisp white pajamas winking at you from beneath it as he grew closer. You forced yourself not to track his movements as he neared the loveseat. 

“Would you like a drink?” 

“Please,” You nodded. You waited patiently as he poured some wine for the both of you, taking it with a murmur of thanks as he offered it. He’d hardly had a chance to sit before you’d raised the glass to your lips and drained it. You winced slightly at the bitter tang as you lowered it, holding it out to George. You fought back a swell of nerves as he slowly lowered his glass, eyeing yours. 

“...We won’t go on like that,” He warned. 

“I was simply—” 

George silenced you with a look as he took the glass from your hand. 

“If that is how you intend this evening to be, we’ll stop now.” 

You pursed your lips in irritation, leaning away as his chastisement settled over you. 

“Don't give me that look.”

“Don't treat me like a child, George.”

He set your glasses aside, shifting closer.

“I want to help you, dearheart, but we must set terms.”

“Such as?”

“That we go into this without muddled minds, for one.”

“I would not have been muddled after two glasses of wine,” You grumbled. 

“I’m glad to hear it.” George reached out, sweeping his fingers along your jaw. “How else shall you remember what I teach you?” 

Your skin tingled with his touch, nerves sending the butterflies in your stomach whirling. You would have to rid yourself of that, and soon. 

“Is that your only qualification?” 

George’s head cocked to the side like a confused pup. 

“You haven’t any?”

“I do not, but even if I did, I wouldn’t feel right imposing them after you agreed to such an outlandish request.”

He frowned, and you felt yourself wanting to shrink between the couch cushions. 

“On the contrary,” He insisted. “While I may not have initially agreed with your…Method, I understand your concern. I want you to leave this room with whatever it is you want, and whatever it is that I can give you.”

“Is that one of your terms, too?”

“It is.”

“I agree to it. Anything else?”

“One more thing.” George took hold of one of your hands in both of his. “If we begin to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, or if you change your mind altogether, you’ll tell me.” 

You mulled it over. You were certain that nothing would steer you from this current course, save your husband storming into the room and declaring that he wanted a divorce there and then. But at the sight of George's kind concern, you couldn’t bring yourself to disagree or mock his request. You knew that it was logical, and that George had the cooler head between the two of you, given the circumstances. 

“Alright,” You nodded. George smiled, dipping his head to press a kiss to the back of your hand. You pulled in a soft, surprised breath as he turned your hand in his grip, brushing another sweet kiss across your wrist. 

“Well,” You swallowed thickly as the caress swept further up the inside of your arm,  “Where shall we begin?” 

“I think…” George lifted his head, lips brushing along the line of your jaw, “That a kiss would be an excellent place to start.”

“I’m familiar enough with that.” Your eyelids fluttered as George nosed gently against the apple of your cheek. You bit your lip, tipping your head to rest your forehead against his. His gaze tracked the shift, and he raised his hand, gently loosening the lip from your teeth, tracing along the swell. The urge to take his thumb into your mouth arose, and you fisted your fingers in the fabric of your robe, nails digging into your palms through the slip of satin. 

“Show me?” He requested. 

Show him. Did he not believe you? You tipped your chin, kissing him with a defiant firmness. Before you could lean away, ask him if you’d shown him enough, George cradled your cheek, keeping you close. His lips slipped against yours with unhurried gentleness.

For as educational as this was meant to be, you let yourself lean into him and just...savor. How long had you dreamt about this, with this very man? You had forced yourself to ignore your romantic interest in George early in your friendship, when you'd been certain that all he would ever care for was building his business, his empire, his legacy. Your family had been in dire straits, and you'd been forced to make a choice that benefited them, and damned your heart.

Now, being drawn into George's arms and kissed and cradled so sweetly made you want to cry. You hardly received any affection from your husband besides the odd peck on the cheek to keep up appearances among your peers. You had married for security, not love, and you regretted that every day.

Now, you were taking further drastic measures for safety, and you forced yourself to remember that as George curled his arm around your waist and drew you closer. He tugged you into his lap, and you settled on his thigh hesitantly. George gave you another kiss before you could second-guess yourself, teasing his tongue against your lips. You parted them, sighing as his tongue swept into your mouth. You shifted against him, stilling as you felt a stirring of feeling at the apex of your thighs. 

You could hardly focus between the way George's kisses consumed you; the slide of his hands gently smoothing your robe off of your shoulders prompted you to let go of him long enough to shake it off. You hardly had a chance to notice the chill of the room as George's hands swept warmly over your bare arms. His hands smoothed broadly over your shoulders and down your back, and as you leaned into his hands, your core brushed against his thigh again. It sent a pulse through you, and you broke your kiss with a soft gasp, your brows furrowing. 

You became more acutely aware of the way your heart was pounding in your chest, and tingle of your nipples hardening, surely growing visible beneath the sheer fabric of the nightgown. You looked at George for some understanding, some explanation, but he just slid his hands further down, grasping your hips and spurring you on. You shivered at the warring sensations: the urge to hide as George watched you, and the intrigue of the new feeling. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back, resolutely avoiding George's gaze as you let him guide you against the soft fabric of his pants. George's lips were trailing and sucking kisses along the line of your throat within seconds, his chest brushing against yours. 

You bit your lip to quell a moan as your nipples brushed against the fabric of your clothes, and the hard expanse of his muscled chest. You felt George undo the laces at the front of your nightgown, tugging it down and exposing your chest. Your hips twitched at the roughness of his beard brushing along your clavicle. A kiss followed there, chased by the feeling of him turning his head and brushing his lips against one of your breasts. You were certain it wouldn't go on, certain that nothing he was doing would be pleasurable for a man—but his tongue swirled around one of your nipples, drawing it into his mouth as your thigh shifted around his. 

You pulled in a stunned breath at the swell of his length hardening against you. He hummed in encouragement, the vibration making you tingle. Your hand seemed to lift on its own, sliding them into his neat, dark curls—as if you needed to keep him close, as if you needed to urge him on. He turned his attention to the other breast, his grip on your waist drawing you more tightly against your thigh as your hips rolled in small circles. You felt so slick and needy, a coil in your belly tightening as you chased the feeling.

"George," You warned, "I'm—Oh, god, I don't know what it is, I—"

"I know," He soothed, tipping his head up again, "It's alright."

"But you—"

"Chase it," He urged, and you gasped as you felt him tensing and pressing his thigh up against you. Your mouth fell open, unable to stop the stuttered, embarrassed moan that left you as you coil seemed to snap, sending your hips bounding down against him. Your entire body moved with it as wave after wave of sensation wracked through you. You finally came to a stop as you became more sensitive, pulling in greedy breaths as George dotted kisses along your heated neck.

"George," You mumbled. "How...How precisely does that aid me in my task?"

"If you are to give your husband pleasure, you must know where to seek yours," He murmured. You rested your head against his.

"I'm not sure that that is what he wants for me."

"It is what any good husband should want for his wife."

"It is what you would want for yours?"

"Yes."

"And it...Is something that you enjoyed?"

George chuckled softly, taking one of your hands in his and lowering them to his lap. You gasped at the warmth beneath the fabric, his length twitching beneath your palm.

"What do you feel?"

You swallowed thickly, hesitantly giving his cock a gentle squeeze, and reveling in his throaty groan.

"You," You breathed. "I feel you."

-- 

He wouldn't have you on your knees, despite the fact that you had begun to lower yourself to the floor. He wouldn't hear of it—especially not of the way that you'd heard your husband discuss a similar dalliance with a friend of his when you'd eavesdropped on them just a month ago. George had instead guided you to the bed and directed you to lay down as he undressed.

You didn't bother shying from watching him. You may as well let yourself look, to have something to think of when you were with your husband. Your gaze swept across his broad chest, his thick arms, down his waist to...Your tongue swept across your lips as your mouth grew dry, watching his hard cock bob between his thighs. He climbed into bed beside you, laying on his back and beckoning you closer. 

You shifted against his chest. He took hold of your hand again, drawing it down to his length. He was far bigger than your husband—thicker and longer. You trailed your finger hesitantly along the side of his cock. You watched George take himself in hand, grasping his foreskin and drawing it down. You shifted against him, sitting up a little to get a better look at the flushed head. You trailed your finger over the head, tracking through the bead of pearly fluid there. You glanced back at George for approval before turning back to his cock.

"You've seen your husband's, haven't you?" He asked.

"The room is usually dark."

George hummed, letting go of himself as you wrapped your fingers around him. You mimicked his movement, sliding the foreskin up and down again. You leaned closer, unable to help your curiosity, and swept your tongue across the head. He grunted softly, and when you looked at him again, expecting a warning, he nodded, murmuring, "Go on." 

You shifted, laying with your head by his hips and your feet by the headboard before lapping at his cock again. You took his head into your mouth curiously, giving his head a suck. George hissed softly, and you began to recoil, certain that you'd done something wrong.

"Keep going," He urged, wrapping his hand around yours again and guiding it over his length. You could hear his moans growing more strained as you worked his length and head in tandem, stroking steadily as you swirled your tongue along the head of his cock. He sighed as his hand fell away from yours, instead raising to rest on the nape of your neck.

"That's very good," He insisted, hips pushing up subtly into each down stroke. You could feel the tingling sensation between your thighs again, and you squeezed them together, humming gently around him as you reveled in the dull throb. 

"Take in a little more...Just like that," He groaned, the low drawl of it pulsing through you. You took more of George into your mouth, laving him with your tongue as you drew your head up. You sucked at the head, drawing off of him as you felt George shift. He smoothed his hand beneath your nightgown, fingers skimming between your thighs.

"Is this alright?" He murmured. You considered for a moment before you spread your thighs just a bit more. George smiled, smoothing his thumb along your slick folds. You leaned in, brushing a kiss to the side of his length. You began to lean up again, but went still as he carefully eased one of his thick fingers into you. Your hips shifted down toward him as you continued to stroke him. He eased his finger in and out at the same speed, letting you adjust before he pressed in another. 

You turned your head into the muscle of his thigh, trying to hide a whine against his skin, as if you could hide the sound from him. He hummed gently in turn, thumb sweeping across the sensitive bundle of nerves. The tantalizing tingling that you'd felt on the couch swept through you again, and you lifted your head in shock, only to be greeted by George's self-satisfied smile. He curled and scissored his fingers, making your thighs twitch around his arm. 

Maybe he could see the tense pull of your thighs, hear the way your toes were curling against the sheets by his head. Maybe he simply knew you well enough to know that you were doing your damndest to fight off another wave of whimpers as they bubbled up in you. He gently drew his fingers back, patting the inside of your thigh gently.

"Here," He urged, curling his hand around yours and leading you back toward the pillows. You pouted.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"No, dearheart." He grasped your chin, pulling you in for a kiss. "But I think it's time that we moved on to your next lesson."

"Oh?" You shifted against him. "What is it?"

-- 

George's cock nudging against your core made you shiver, your fingers curling in the sheets. It was daunting enough to have fully stripped out of your nightgown, to be bared to this man in a room where he could fully see you, but to feel him like this was nerve wracking. 

“I’m as familiar with this as I am with a kiss,” You warned. George smiled, bracing his hands on either side of your head. 

“We’re here to make it better, aren’t we?”

You nodded, warily watching George adjust to prop your hips up with his thighs. His smile wilted a little as he smoothed his hands over your waist.

“He’s taken you this way before, hasn’t he?” 

You shook your head, and George’s gentle smugness melted to confusion. 

“From—from behind,” You clarified with a mumble. His lips pursed into a flat line before he gently patted your hip, turning you over onto your belly. You went as you were urged, relieved to hide some of your lingering nerves and embarrassment. 

“This way?” He asked. 

“Mhm.” 

You felt George shift back, and you immediately mourned the lack of heat from his body. He slid his arm around your middle, urging you up with a murmur of, “Get onto your hands and knees.” 

You did as you were told, shivering as he brushed against you again. You opened your mouth to apologize, but your jaw dropped as George pressed into you. Your fingers curled in the sheets, a shuddering breath dropping from your lips as he stretched you. You couldn’t help the way that you pulsed around him; your arms tensed, fighting to hold yourself up when you simply wanted to lay flat and take. 

But George grasped your hips again, giving them a gentle squeeze as he drew his hips back until you were clenching around the tip. 

“Push back,” He urged. Your face went hotter with embarrassment and want. For a few moments, you couldn’t move—it felt so surreal, so filthy. George’s hand smoothed up your spine, and you arched up into the touch like a kitten welcoming a stroke. 

“Do you want to stop?” 

You could. You knew that George would let you retreat, whatever that may look like—settling down and taking a break; cuddling up and helping him finish off; hurriedly dressing and darting from his room, with Clay trailing you back to your hotel, or getting you a cab to ensure that you made it back to your inn safely. 

But for as embarrassed as you felt, your growing want for George’s touch won out. You shook your head as you ground back against him. You heard George’s breath hitch as your cunt greedily pulsed around him. His hands settled on your hips, fingers flexing in your skin as he gently guided your movements. You bit your lip to hold back a whine as you adjusted to the stretch of him. 

“Roll your hips, a little.” He used his grip to guide you. It felt stilted and awkward at first, but after a few passes, you felt yourself getting the hang of it. George’s hands fell away as he urged, “Keep going.” 

You shifted your position carefully, widening your stance to find better purchase. You could just imagine George’s view—the sight of you wantonly arching back against him, your hands fisted in the sheets—

You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to banish the idea from your mind. It didn’t matter. You had to focus on the task at hand—commit the movements to memory—the movement, not the comfort, or the sound, or the affection that George offered you. You gasped softly as you felt him curl over you, brushing tender kisses along your spine, as his cock grinding even deeper still. Your mouth fell open with an embarrassed moan, unable to hold it back. You were certain that he would admonish you for how loud you were, but he pressed even closer, curling his arm around your shoulders and plastering his chest against your back. Your arms shook as you fought to chase George’s cock and hold yourself and your pace consistently. 

“Lay down,” He urged. You let your arms give it, giving a relieved groan as George remained flush against you. His hands smoothed over your arms, over your forearms to grasp your hands, intertwining your fingers. His thrusts slowed to a devastating grind, his breath panting hot against your skin. You began to push back against him, but he tutted softly, shaking his head as he pulled out. 

"Enough.” 

You went still, heart leaping into your throat. Had you done something wrong—?

George wormed his hand beneath you, turning you onto your back. You hardly had a chance to reposition your legs before he curled over you again, grasping your thigh and drawing it up around his hip. The swift, filling press of his cock made your jaw drop in surprise as his body pressed flush against yours. Your hands flew up to grasp his shoulders, nails digging into the muscle there as he began to thrust and roll his hips. George pressed his face into his neck, a moan rumbling against your skin. 

“Like this,” He murmured, “He should take you like this.” 

His beard scraped against your jaw as he lifted his head, catching your lips in a heated kiss. You wound a hand into his dark curls, surrendering to the heat and press of his body against yours. You could feel the stirring sensation in your belly again, and your hips ground up against George’s, unabashedly chasing the feeling. You broke the kiss, tipping your head back against the pillows as his kisses trailed lower, brushing across the tops of your breasts. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth, delicately teasing it with his teeth before drawing back with a slick suck. His pace slowed as you cupped your cheeks, thumbs sweeping along the apples. 

“Look at me,” He ordered. You peered up at him blearily, taking in the sight of his flushed cheeks and kiss-bruised mouth. Your lashes fluttered as he ground deeper, your eyes beginning to close as the coil in your belly wound deeper, but George gave your cheeks and gentle squeeze. 

“Don’t close your eyes, darling.” 

You moaned, twining your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. 

“George,” You breathed, “I—I feel it again.”

“Do you?” 

“Yes. Are you—?”

“I feel it, too.” 

It was a relief to hear—and it made you feel powerful in a way that you’d never felt before. George had given you so much pleasure, but as he held your gaze, you could see him beginning to flag and falter—because of you. You slid your legs over his, squeezing his hips with your knees as you surrendered to his pace. You didn’t bother to hide your moan this time, his name falling from your lips in two broken sounds. 

You just caught sight of George’s sweet lashes fluttering as you felt the hot spill of his seed. His hips stuttered, then slowed before finally stilling. You shivered as he drew back, his flagging cock slipping from you as he settled down beside you, gently drawing the covers up to your neck. You let your eyes slide closed, drawing in steadying breaths as you settled. You could feel the heat of him dropping away, hear the rustle of sheets as he shifted. 

“Are you alright?” George murmured. 

“Yes…Are you?”

“Of course.”

“Mm.” 

“Would you like to return to your room?” 

You considered for a few moments. The return ticket that George had arranged was for the next afternoon. You had already crossed so many lines—and you were tempted to cross a few more. 

“...No,” You finally admitted. You closed your eyes, blindly rolling over and curling into George’s side. You felt his arm lift and wrap around you automatically, keeping you close. You let your hand settle over the firm thud of his heart, thumb sweeping across his dark chest hair. “Do you want me to return to my room?” 

“Not a bit.” 

You grinned, nuzzling against his chest as his grip tightened on you. 

“Could we review our lessons tomorrow?” 

“Twice, if you like.” 

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#George Russell x Reader #George Russell x You #George Russell/Reader #George Russell/You #George Russell fic #George Russell imagine #Lessons

[stinkysposts]

A little Drabble that I thought of while watching bistro huddy tiktoks

high school satoru x reader

Not proof read!

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You’re a server at cute little 80’s themed, American style diner owned by your aunt. You work there as a way to save up some extra money, and also as a way to help out your aunt with her business. Through working here you were able to meet a certain cheeky white-haired guy who had made it a habit to eat at the diner every Thursday, coincidentally whenever you were working. You didn’t think much of it and didn’t mind at all, considering he was a nice distraction from the occasional difficult customers that would unfortunately cross your path. Through his visits to the diner you guys had become acquainted and maybe even friends. You learned his name was Satoru Gojo and even if your interactions were short he still managed to make you smile with his silly, and sometimes flirtatious, comments, adding a little bit of joy into your otherwise long work day.

On this particular Thursday, Satoru decided to bring his friends over to the diner as well. On this day however, some of the servers were skating around the diner with roller-skates, including you. Sure, it was dangerous and probably a bad idea to skate with food in your hands, but your aunt thought it would be fun and add some pizzazz to the place. She was also secretly hoping that it would attract more customers, maybe providing some sort of entertainment, but she didn’t bother to mention that fact to you.

At this point, you were already fed up and ready to go home, seeing as it was nearing the end of your shift. The roller-skates only made your job harder, almost tripping over things and people, especially children. All in all, you weren’t ready to deal with anymore bullshit from anyone or you might go ballistic. Or maybe that’s just an exaggeration.

The lovely hostess, who also happened to be your work bestie, sat Satoru and his friends in your section. You walk over to them with the best smile you could muster despite your current mood and greet them.

“Hello, welcome to Azure Diner, I’m y/n and I’ll be your server for today!” You look over at Satoru and give him a small smile.

“And welcome back.” You set some menus down at their table.

“You can look those over while fetch you three some waters, I’ll be right back.” You skate off to get their waters, not too fast of course, you don’t want to almost go barreling into a toddler again. When you’re out of earshot, Satoru’s friends, Suguru and Shoko turn to him and Suguru smirks.

“So, that’s the server you kept raving about huh?” He sighs and shakes his head when he recalls Satoru’s seemingly endless ramblings about you, remembering that lovesick puppy dog look he had. “Honestly, they might be into you too. Don’t think I didn’t see that little smile you two exchanged.” Shoko interjects with her own thoughts about it.

“Yeah, there were practically hearts in your eyes when they came up to the table. Seriously dude, I’m surprised they haven’t caught on yet considering the fact that you frequent here every Thursday.” Satoru clicks his tongue and motions for them to quiet down.

“Shhh! I don’t need them hearing you guys.” He turns to Suguru with a pouty look. “And I did NOT have hearts in my eyes...!” Before anyone could say anything, you came back with their waters. You set their waters down

“So! Did you have a chance to look over the menu yet?” You ask, ready to take the orders. Satoru grins sheepishly.

“No actually, we got a little…distracted.” He looks down at your new footwear and smirks up at you.

“So, they have you guys wearing roller skates now huh? Isn’t that a safety hazard or something?” He chuckles and looks at you through his long, thick eyelashes. You didn’t really pay much attention to it before but now that you really look at him, he’s actually quite attractive…. Those striking blue eyes that could make anyone melt at just a glance and that smirk of his would have anyone weak in the knees. And his towering frame-

“Hello? Anyone home? Knock knock.” Satoru interrupts your thoughts and snickers seeing your slightly startled expression. You clear your throat and try to subdue the rising blush slowly creeping up your neck. You clear your throat and reply.

“Yes yes I’m here, just…lost in thought is all. I’ll give you three some time to look over the menus.” You briskly skate away in embarrassment, wondering why the hell you started zoning out like that. While serving and tending to other patrons seated in your section, you can feel Satoru’s eyes burning holes into your back. It’s a little bit unsettling but you brush it off, assuming that the table was ready to order. You make your way back to the table, pen and notepad in hand.

“Well guys? Are you ready now?” You smile politely at them. Satoru opens his mouth to speak and you interrupt smugly.

“Wait, let me guess, a double cheeseburger, extra onions, with a vanilla milkshake on the side, extra sprinkles on top.” Now it was your turn to smirk as he could only stare, slack jawed.

“Wait…you seriously memorized my order? Damn…I really need to stop coming here so often…next thing I know you’ll have my mannerisms mastered too.” He teased and brushed off the embarrassment of being so predictable. You turn towards the other two.

“And for you two?” They snicker at satoru’s embarrassment and proceed to relay to you their orders. You happily note them down and skate away to submit them.

As he watched your form depart from the table, he couldn’t help but sigh, a love struck smile slowly being etched onto his face. He couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he started to develop this little crush on you, but he knew he would have to act on it sooner or later. He could tell that Shoko and Suguru were getting fed up of him yapping out you to them, recounting every little detail about every one of his visits to the diner. At one point he wouldn’t stop gushing over the time that your hands accidentally touched as he was handing you his card to pay for his meal. He’s got it bad for you.

Later, you come back and clean up the empty plates. When they ask for the check Satoru makes a big show of paying for the whole meal, a nice gesture, but maybe it was just to impress the cute server. You run his card, the food gets paid for, and the trio leaves. Smiling to yourself as you wipe down their table you see he left a hefty tip on the receipt, as well as a hastily scribbled down set of numbers on the back. His phone number, with a small heart next to it.

You couldn’t help the giggle that escaped your lips as you pocketed the receipt. That boy is something else…

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[sleepynxri]

“In hindsight, I should have looked at the instructions"

A/N: THE DEMO IS FINALLY OUT OMG!! Congrats to the devs and the whole team for releasing the demo!! I love it so much to the point I think I'm the first one to make an x reader of it lol. But I chose my favorite (for now)Vince!! And a certain person might like it as much as I do hehe. I might not get his full personality right since it is still the demo and the characters might change their personalities depending the route you pick on the official release, but do enjoy everyone! And requests will be open until further notice. And of course spoilers for the demo!!

P. S. The reader is demisexual! If you don't know what it is it means a person who feels sexually attracted to someone after creating a close bond with them! It made sense to me since in the demo the mc was a bit rude and judgemental in their thoughts regarding their interactions with the different love interests. But hey! If you don't like it then just ignore this part! Enjoy it however you like hatchlings!

Pairing: Vince Matador x gn! reader

Warnings: curses, no use of Y/N only You/I

What did I get myself into?

A sigh of exhaustion released itself from your mouth as you headed out from the diner where you now currently work at.

Who knew that you had to use the first few weeks of your summer in an unknown town after your car suddenly broke down in the middle of nowhere?

Fuck Fate and itself.

You started on walking around the streets of the said town, it was interesting to say the least. Almost everyone in this vicinity at least knew each other if they were a neighbour or a regular. You felt out of place whenever someone pointed out or asked if you were new around.

The only thing that wavered your mind was the interaction inside Cup o Jo Mama. The new part-time job you’ll be doing until you’re able to pay for both the hostel you were staying in and the repairs of your broken down car. (Srsly how did I should have checked it out before going on a long ass fucking road trip??)

Chris was quite a timid character to have as a co-worker, but I am quite the observing person to see how he changes personalities so directly. It concerns me sometimes but it wasn't my business to get into anyone’s personal lives.

And that Wyatt fellow…. Can’t say that the headlines were wrong about his looks. He was attractive, but his personality is that of a stereotypical rich people lifestyle. It's best to not not meddle myself into his work and business, if he was staying in Brine Bay in the meantime.

Placing your headphones over your ears, you started to tune out the noises, you needed some alone time after all the shit that just happened. Familiarising your steps to avoid on getting lost - (Fuck you btw Dante) again.

Clicking your tongue slightly in annoyance after remembering a certain front desk employee who didn't tell you the actual direction towards the diner you were supposed to go in.

Without you knowing, a familiar sheriff and an unknown male suddenly were seen in the corner of your eyes. Jean looked optimistic as ever, but to your surprise- he was with someone else who looked like the opposite of him.

Why not see what they’re up to?

So… . The guy’s name is Vince. Jean momentarily left you both together to help with the white haired males socialising skills. You didn't mind, but you did feel guilty for forcing him to be with you. So you thanked him for staying with you.

You didn't expect the male to give you a half- smile. It almost caught you off guard. It was so pretty…

You shook your thoughts away and gave your own warm smile. Vince was a nice fellow, since he didn't know what to show you, you suggested that he showed the areas where he likes to stay at. You bonded with him with his different favorite places in Brine Bay. You were touched on how he could trust you to these places. You knew it held something for him to show you these areas.

Then you met Kevin….

You almost laughed loudly after hearing the nickname Vince gave him.

A fucking highlighter? You didn't think the male held so much humor. (Or your humor is just broken)

Kevin was a nice fellow. A bit flirty (then again who isn't? Almost everyone - not Dante- has started flirting with you before you could even muster a response to any of their introductions) but a passionate theatre kid.

‘pre’?? Is that a word or a different language? You’ll probably ask the next time you interact with him.

After saying goodbye to the green haired male. You and Vince were left alone together again. You pointed out how it was getting late so you and him started your way back to your hostel.

“Are you enjoying yourself? “ You paused after hearing Vince’s words. You… didn't expect someone would ask this question towards you. I mean it is technically your first day here after all.

You can feel the stare of Vince from the corner of your face as you racked up an answer for him.

“I… . Can't say much. My car broke down, Jean found me, he drove me here, I met a lot of people, found a part time job… . It's overwhelming to say the least” a flash of worry crossed the eyes of Vince as he tried to find the right words to reply.

But you beat him to it.

" But… I am enjoying it. I never expected to have an adventure while on summer break. It's new…. But not unwelcoming" a chuckle escaped your lips as you watched the sky growing darker.

“That's… . Good to hear” Vince relaxed his shoulders with another pretty smile he has. Your heart flutters after seeing it again. This was the second time you’ve seen it but you already knew you’ll always remember that smile he has.

Exchanging numbers with him was… eventful. It was cute to see him flustered while nervously asking if you wanted his contact number (who wouldn't accept his advances?)

You knew you had to take your chances and placed “Vimpire" as the contact name for Vince. (He’ll probably be disappointed but who’s to say he’ll just chuckle after you have him a silly nickname)

You told him your farewells and headed back to your temporary room. Doing your nightly routine and wearing your night wear.

You decided to call someone before heading off to sleep. The first person that popped up from the idea was Vince.

“Ah.. who is it?"

“You forgot about me already?" You teased slightly with a small chuckle as you looked outside the windows while watching the luminescent sky radiating from them.

“It's you… . I-i didn't expect that you would be calling me already” you wanted to tease him more but you asked him first if he arrived home already. He was still walking from home and you both decided to stay in the call for a while.

“Can I ask… why the sudden call? “

Fuck it.

" Is it bad that I wanted to hear your voice before I head to sleep? “

A pause could be heard from the other line. You grew worried when the call suddenly hung up and you panicked. You tried texting him but he suddenly beat you to it with a call.

“I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I panicked!" A rush of apologies came after you answered the call. It was a relief to hear that you weren't stepping over boundaries and you asked him if everything was alright.

He reassured you, telling you that he just took time to process on what you said before. You couldn't see it but he was smiling on the other side of the phone (if Jean saw this he would be supportive yet teasing the poor boy).

“Hey uhm… if you have time after your shift ends… I could show you more around town? “

You were shocked again after hearing his words. This is the second time you got shocked by this man alone. You wonder what he got plans for you next.

" I would like that” you smiled warmly from the invitation. As you both continued chatting until you both shared your farewells.

You yawned and stretched your body and headed off to sleep.

You hope you can see Vince’s smiling face again.

Threads of You: Beyond the Bay

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#Threads of You: Beyond the Bay #Vince Matador x reader #Vince Matador x fem reader #Vince Matador #Vince Matador x male reader #Vince Matador x gn reader #male reader #female reader #gn reader #first post #im nervous

[hellsbarnes]

୨ 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (2)₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙟. 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙣 ୧

pairing: jake “hangman” seresin x civilian!fem!reader

summary: after sleeping with jake one too many times and getting nowhere, you decide to give up, not knowing how he truly feels.  

warnings: nsfw themes, 18+, minors do not interact, lots of angst with happy ending, unrequited love, mentions of sex, p in v sex, creampie, friends with benefits to lovers, mentions of casual sex (please do not read if you’re uncomfortable)

word count: 2.3k

author’s note: thank you so, so much for reading easy lover part 1! this is part 2 and the final part, i really appreciate the love for this two-parter and i hope you enjoy it! please remember to reblog, thank you!

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧 (1) 

“You alright?” you turned at the sound of Maverick’s voice from the bar, the pilot had a pair of aviators hooked on his shirt collar, sporting the usual navy jacket, a kind smile on his face as he brings his bottle of beer to his lips, the metal of his dog tags glinting under the dim lights of the bar. 

“Yeah,” you find yourself replying even though the correct answer was far from the one you were dishing out, word had spread about you and Jake’s argument a few days ago, and you had received sympathetic looks from the rest of the dagger squad. You had over the days realised how the squad was missing a certain aviator, whenever they dropped by for drinks and perhaps a game of pool or darts, Coyote was here and he wasn’t, you tried to push it off as him being busy, sweeping any other thoughts away. 

You hated how you had a lump in your throat whenever they tried to ask the obvious question, “are you okay?” and you had as always said yes, or of course with a smile that you forced, you didn’t know where you got the strength from to continue with your shifts especially after the tears you had shed after you got home last Friday, choking on your sobs as you tried to tell yourself that it was over, that whatever you and Jake had was really over. 

You couldn’t, no you wouldn’t be the woman that he could push aside once he was done screwing you. You had cried, knees pressed to your chest as you struggled to breathe, your bottom lip trembling as you begged whatever god that existed to please, please stop the pain that you were going through. 

You knew it was the right thing to do, yes leaving was what you should have done months ago, in fact you should have never started this entire chapter with Jake, but then again, you’ve never felt so damn empty, your heart ached and your body cried for a chance to feel his arms wrapped around you just once more, to feel his lips press against your skin just for the final time. 

Then again, that was what you said every time he somehow landed in your home, “this is the last time Jake”, you two would screw as though it was him getting deployed the next day, hands roaming each other’s bodies, your legs tangled with his as he presses kiss after kiss on your neck, his hips thrusting at an even pace as he brings you to orgasm. 

You felt as though you were in heaven, euphoria filling your veins as you come undone beneath him, but being with Jake was like having a drug you couldn’t kick, you were pulled down back to earth, back to reality once you both come down from your highs, and he would as usual, say goodbye, a beer of a coffee, or even you could never get him to stay, and he’d leave, the feeling of emptiness filling your chest as you watched him walk out, the door clicking shut behind him as he did. 

“About Hangman-”

“Mav, please, with all due respect, I don’t wanna know what you gotta say about Seresin.” you replied, lifting his beer as you wiped the bar table with a damp rag, sighing when he stops you, holding your rag, stopping you from getting distracted with what he was going to say. “One minute, please” he asked and you sigh, you nod, “okay, what is it” you answered. 

“Whatever happened between the both of you, (Y/N), it’s affecting him-” “Mav, h-he doesn’t care about me” “What I’m saying is that something’s off with Hangman, he’s not flying properly, ignoring safety concerns, getting shot down during training, hell, he got the entire squad doing push-ups for two days” Maverick said.

You find yourself beginning to worry and you hated it, you hated the feeling that washed over you, the concern that you felt for him, the panic that filled you when Mav continues with how Jake almost went into G-loc after ignoring everything that the instructor had said, jeopardising his own life as he attempted to achieve 10Gs, not impossible but risky as hell. 

“Hangman’s egoistic and all but he’d never do this, he’s being handed his ass to (Y/N), and I’m covering for him the best I can.” “Pete, look I-” “What I’m saying is if this continues, he’s gonna be asked to leave,” “What?” you motioned, shocked as Maverick nodded, “the admiral’s not happy with his performance and especially him not being focused during training.” 

“I’m not asking you to continue whatever you got there with him, but, maybe end it right, so both of you can get back to your lives” “Both of us?” “Pen said you are out of sorts lately” Maverick adds and you reminded yourself that they stayed together and they would talk, obviously. 

“Right,” you reply and he shoots you a reassuring smile as he gets up. 

Maverick’s words hung in your head as you started closing up for the day, it was nearing twelve at night and you had just finished stacking all the chairs up, Penny had left with Maverick a while ago for a date that they had planned, and you had urged her to go, telling her that you would close up. 

You sigh as you put the last blueberry muffin into a paper bag, it was your favourite muffin out of all the flavours, and Penny had always asked you to take it home after knowing you often left your house without breakfast, she was probably the kindest boss you’d ever met. 

You were about to plug your earphones in, preparing to leave the bar when the bell dinged, the door squeaking open, signalling a customer. “I’m sorry we’re closed, you could come-” you turned as you spoke, stopping in your tracks when you saw him, your gaze met his green eyes, the same green eyes you had cried over. “We’re closed” you re emphasised, and you were about to pick up your bag when Jake steps forward, stopping you. 

“Jake, I need to leave,” you said as he grasps your hand,  “wait please,” he starts and you shake your head, “Seresin, stop, we’re done” “(Y/n) don’t walk away, please” Jake continues and you reply, ignoring the way your heart skipped a beat when he leans closer, “i can’t play your games anymore jake, i-it’s too much, we have to stop, you have to stop.”.

“Just listen to me, before you choose to leave, listen to me, and after all i’ve said you can make a decision,” 

“If I still choose to walk away?” you questioned and he nods, “then I won’t stop you, I’ll leave you be,” he responds, calm as he awaited your answer, your eyes met his emerald ones, and you could see a flicker of sincerity swimming in his irises and you caved, “okay, tell me”. 

“You said i spin your world off its axis, well you, you drive me crazy, i can never get you out of my head-“ 

“Jake-“ 

“No, i’m not done” Jake cuts you off before you could stop him, “I’ve tried so fucking hard to not think about you, but i can’t, and now i don’t think i want to stop, because, not being with you drives me nuts and being with you also drives me nuts. Your smile, your scent, (y/n) you have no idea how much i want to be a part of your world” he says, and you swallowed at his words, still not sure if you should believe him despite the waves of genuinity he professed, you licked your lips, and questioned, “Then why didn’t you do something about it previously, Jake it’s too late,” 

“Don’t say that, don’t, please, i always thought emotions made me weak, but since being with you ; knowing you has changed me, if anything i feel at ease knowing you’re with me, so please (y/n)” Jake pleads and you felt tears well up in your eyes, your bottom lip quivered as you try to stop the dam from breaking.

“I loved you Jake, i loved you so much, every time you’d leave, god, you had no idea what that did to me.” you reply, your thoughts screaming at you to walk away, to leave him, buy your feet refusing to move, your heart remains rooted with the man that stood before you. 

“Loved?” Jake asks softly, hurt flashing across his face.

“What?” 

“You said you loved me, as in past tense?” 

“I-i, don’t know,” you stumbled on your words as you try to steady your thoughts. 

“(Y/N)” Jake breathes and you reply, “I can’t stop loving you Jake, I’m trying and-”

“Then don’t.” he answers and you shook your head, “don’t do this to me, please Jake I-”

“Please, just one chance” he says, lips barely inches away from yours and the walls you built up to fence him out crumble, “one chance” you whisper, heart thundering in your chest as he crashes his lips on yours, the kiss was feverish, his lips moulding onto yours perfectly almost as though it was always meant to be, his large hands cup your face gently, holding you close to him as you kiss him just as passionately, your fingers gripped his uniformed collar tightly as you feel him deepen the kiss, slowly backing you against the bar table.

It felt different compared to the tens of times you had kisses Jake, this was full of emotion, gentle yet so intense that you were sure the moment would forever be burned into your memories of him. “Do you want me to stop?” he asked softly, attempting to pull away when you stop him, ‘don’t” you whisper, with that he presses his lips back on yours, his fingers working on the button of your jeans, popping it open easily as he pushes it down your thighs, the denim pooling at your feet, his hand brushing against your soft skin, moans spilled from your lips as he presses open mouthed kisses down your neck, you felt heat pooling at your core, your body shivering under his touch that you had so shamelessly been craving. 

“Jump” he mumbles against your skin and when you do, he ever so easily hooks his arms under your thighs, your feet automatically wrapping around his waist as he places you on the bar table before his lips find yours once more, your tongues intertwine with each others’, you threw all caution into the wind, giving all of you to Jake. 

His fingers finds your covered clit, groaning when he finds the slick of your arousal brushing against the pad of his digits, “so wet” he mumbled as your chest heaved, he pulls his pants down, the outline of his cock obvious against his black boxers, “I-I don’t have a condom” he starts and you shake your head, eyes hazy with lust as you look up at him, “don’t need one”. 

“(Y/N) you-” 

“I wanna feel you, please” you replied,  your thoughts were clear, and you knew what you wanted, Jake’s restrain breaks, your eyes, blown wide with lust, and the way you bite your lip, not knowing just how much control you had over him broke the reins he had, you had him right where you wanted and Jake loved it. He pushes your panties aside, pressing his cockhead against your swollen folds, your little mewls of pleasure as he pushes into was angelic. 

You whimper, your fingers digging into his shoulders as Jake fills you up the hilt, stretching you so deliciously, “so fucking tight” Jake groans as he bottoms out, giving you a few seconds to adjust to his thick length before he started moving, your hands gripping onto the edge of the table as his hips snap, his fingers digging into your waist, you were sure it would leave marks that would last for days, but you didn’t care, too buried in the pleasures that he gave you.

Your heels digging into his back, you were a moaning mess, trying your best to hang on for the ride as Jake thrusts grew erratic, your name falling from his lips, “gonna cum, Jake” you cry out, “Just let go, I got you baby”. He urges, and you knew he wasn’t far, “cum inside me” you mumbled, looking at him through your thick lashes and he groans at your request, his cock twitching, “sweets-”

“Please, I need it” you whimper, your fingers carding through his hair as you bring his head down, crashing your lips onto his, your walls clenching around him as waves of pleasure washes over you, stars clouding your vision as you come undone, your pussy pulsating around Jake.

‘ffuck, I-I’m gonna cum” he groans, pushing into you, burying his face in your neck, holding you close as he spills his seed in you, filling you to the brim as he presses gentle butterfly kisses on your neck, he pulls away, eyes meeting yours, “I love you so damn much” he says, voice gentle, soft, a comfort that you never felt before, his words full of sincerity and the look in eyes genuine, “i love you too” you reply, leaning your head against his chest, the both you spending a few moments, his arms holding you close as he presses a kiss your head, in his arms, you felt safer than you’ve ever been. 

Jake cleans you up, his fingers interlocking with yours as he picks up your bag, shaking his head playfully when you say that you could carry your own things.

 “That’s my job now sweets, don’t argue” he says, with a loving smile on his face as he leads you to his car. “Penny’s gonna kill me if she ever finds out.” you said and Jake shrugs, “no one said she had to angel, it’s our little secret” he replies, shooting you a mischievous wink. 

“You're insufferable,” you say jokingly as Jake starts the car.  

“That’s why you love me baby” 

note: that’s the end of easy lover, i truly hope you enjoyed this two-parter, please remember to reblog, thank you so much! 

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[shhh-secret-time]

Yeah so this is in fact going to be a two part fic! This request came from AO3 and we were able to hash out more on this fic! I pitched the idea of making it a cowboy AU and they seemed to really like that idea! So here we are! Please enjoy and look forward to part 2!

Warning: Strong-Language, Gun Violence, Blood (Minor), Writer doesn't know how guns work!

Pairing: Gunslinger!Kyle x Fem!Reader

Colorado was an untamed lawless wasteland, at least that's what most people out East would tell you. Between talks of untapped land and the rumors of gold mines out that way, people were scrambling to find out there. But not all men had fortune and discovery in their hearts. Some had things to hide, pasts they intend to bury deep in the desert sands.

You were one of those people. As an heir to your family's printing press, it was only natural that from the time you were born a target would be painted on your back. Distant family members, friends of the family, hell even the butler once thought if they got their hands on you, they could use you as leverage. Kidnapping, attempted murder, blackmail, and threats all before the age of sixteen. You'd seen and heard it all. And every time it got harder and harder to want to stick around.

Now here you were twenty something and unwed. Parents long buried having left you everything as they always said they would. You were alone with all the money one person could ever need, and it was so incredibly lonely.

After a while you just kind of became desensitized to the attempt at your life. But no one really gets used to being so alone. How were you supposed to make a connection with people, when all that ever came up was the talk of marriage or your money.

Truly you were grateful for your parents, and you did love them! After all they were good to you, they protected and loved you. That protection morphed and twisted into an overbearing relationship. Up until now you weren't allowed to go out on your own, they decided who you interacted with. Your tutor you had known for years had to go through a background check by the Pinkertons every few months just to remain employed.

So, again, when they passed it was like being thrown out into the ocean and told to swim. If the business was to stay afloat you would have to learn to be sociable and professional. Learn to swim in the shark infested waters of a male dominated field.

Or you could sell the company to the highest bidder and bounce. Which is what you decided to do. Auction out your family’s printing company and try to retire in the lap of luxury. Maybe start your own book using all that tutoring your parents got you.

But it could never be that easy, could it? Once word got out about your plans to sell it all, certain people started plotting against you. It all came ahead one night when you were getting ready for bed. You blew out the candles that kept your bedroom lit, closed your windows, and locked your doors. Double checked them a few times before finally deciding to lay your head down for the night.

A lot of good that did. As soon as you close your eyes, a gloved hand cups your mouth. Another pair goes for your arms and legs, you feel the coarse hemp rope across your skin. Another night, another attempt at your life.

Your attackers must've not heard that the heir to the printing press was no damsel in distress. Quick as they came, your hands shot under the pillow next to you, the side of your bed that lay bare. Except for the .38 derringer that you slept with; two shots loaded in the chamber. Two intruders and still two shots were all you needed.

Click. Bang.

You stand there watching the sheriff and his posse drag the intruders off in their wagon, a blanket thrown over your shoulders by said sheriff. He sits next to you with his badge gleaning off the dull light from the city’s lampposts, a cigar tucked in between his teeth.

"You know this is the third attempted break in this month." He says puffing on the brown tobacco.

"I know." You mumble, bringing the blanket closer to your form.

"And the third time my men had to take in men with bullets in their chests. You're lucky you're a fine shot or I'd have to take you in for murder." He doesn't look at you, but you can hear the danger in his voice. See the way he inspects the cigar, holding it between his fingers.

"Sheriff?" You look up at him with furrowed brows.

A chill runs down your spine when he finally meets your eyes. The smirk that slowly creeps up his lips says it all.

"Now that's not to say I don't believe you. From what I've heard you got quite the record when it comes to things like this." He gestures vaguely with the tip of the cigar before continuing, "just find it kinda odd it keeps happening to you."

"You think I ask for this?" You ask back with a little more frustration in your voice than you should. Could you really be blamed for it though? The sheriff who was supposed to protect you, keep you safe from things like this, was sitting here blaming for the actions of stupid men.

"I don't think you do anything to prevent it. Just strange that a lady in her prime lives alone and isn't going about means of protection besides what...a gun under her pillow?" He blows out smoke that illuminates under the same light that touches his badge, the heavy white smoke lifts from his lips towards the night sky.

You honestly couldn't believe what you were hearing. That shiver that went down your spine spread throughout your body, making your blood run cold. Men breaking into your home you could handle, but a person with actual power? This was a battle you couldn't fight, not alone anyway.

"I'm sorry sheriff." You bite your tongue until you taste blood. "You're right. I should do something about this."

That was the best advice that asshole could have given you. To find someone in your corner. To find someone who can smuggle you out of the state and across the country. Finding someone who you could trust to not immediately shoot you in the back or run off with your money.

After searching around and pushing the word out there as subtly as you could, you finally catch wind of someone who fits the bill. You'd have to push a few dollar bills into the right hands, greasy palms, and all that, but you eventually get a name.

Kyle Broflovski.

That name carried weight, made your tongue feel heavy when you said it. The kind of reputation that he had wasn't one to take lightly. Over thirty bounties turned in alive and done by hand. While the number of bounties he brought in may not have been the largest out there, it was the fact he took down only the worst of the worst. The number on the bounty poster meant nothing to him, it was all about what the target had done. He was exactly what you were looking for, a man who could see past the money.

Now it all came down to arranging a meeting with him. Even a shut in like yourself knew the best place to find what you were looking for was the local saloon. The only thing left to do was dress down and try to convince the famous gunslinger that you desperately needed his help.

The smell of cigarettes and cheap booze was the first to greet you and you hadn't even opened the door yet. You could see boot prints made in the sawdust scattering across the floor. The cheery show tunes being played behind the door almost drowned out the sound of laughter. Before you could push open the door, a man came flying out being thrown by another gentleman. He hits the stairs and slumps down next to your foot. The poor man hit his head pretty hard, enough for it to put him to sleep.

With a little gulp you ignore the shaky feeling in your legs and push the dark wooden doors open. Maybe the thick brown cloak thrown over your form wasn't doing the best job at helping you blend it, but on the other hand most of the people here seemed to be enthralled by the women playing upstage to even care that you walked in. The girls dressed in flashy clothing were dolled up in the brightest makeup you've ever seen. They were gorgeous and the performance they put on brought life to this place, it was no wonder why people could lose themselves.

Your eyes scan the room as you scurry away from the door. People coming in and out, pushing past you like you weren't even there. The entire situation made your anxiety spike, being in such an unfamiliar place.

Somehow your legs carry you over to the bar. Taking a seat at the scuffed wooden counter, you note just how many empty shot glasses are covering the surface. Empty plates that looked like they were dipped in grease. Stained glasses that had thick amber liquid, the kind that burned your throat just looking at it. You tried not to look at the bar too much when you caught sight of faded red stains.

You take a deep breath and steady yourself before trying to flag down the bartender’s attention. A woman with tan skin and dark red hair. The bags under her eyes are so dark you don't think she understands the concept of sleep. Two cross tattoos just under her amber looking eyes lead your own down to her outfit. The light blue vest she's wearing makes her skin pop, somehow her nail polish isn't chipped or scratched in anyway. You watch as she takes a bottle of liquor by slotting it between her index finger and her middle finger.

She must have sensed your eyes on her because she side eyes you for a moment. The woman flips the bottle over and pours a clear liquid into a small shot glass. Once the drink is poured, she slides it down the bar and it lands in the hand of another patron. It takes her but a second to put the bottle down, wipe her hands off, and then approach you with a cigarette dangling from her lips.

"You're new here, aren't you?" She asks like she already knows the answer to that question.

"I... I am. I was just...looking for a drink." Not a complete lie, at this point a drink would help calm your nerves.

"Is that so?" Her brow shoots up. The bartender takes the cigarette from her lips and blows out a thin wisp of smoke. She crosses her arm under her chest and gestures for you to continue.

You look up towards the various brown and orange glass bottles behind her. Brands and names you've never heard of before lined the shelf. It isn't until you get to the higher up shelves that you find something you recognize. A bourbon, darker than most. Something your father used to have from time to time.

You lift your finger and gesture to the bottle. She follows it and lets out a little hum.

"The bourbon? Hm. Color me shocked. Alright."

"Two shots...please."

She stops and looks back at you with the bottle in her hand. A small smirk plays on her lips. "See that's how I know you're not from around here. Most people don't say please. Much less recognize a good brand. Most of these assholes just drink rotgut like it's the end of the world."

"I am a bit out of my element." You run your fingers over the wood, brushing your fingertips over the carvings. Wondering what the story was behind each little chip and groove.

Like before she takes two shot glasses between her fingers and places them down on the bar. The bottle is uncorked with a satisfying thoonk. You watch as the liquid catches the bright lights of the bar, making the amber shimmer with the candlelight.

"No kidding. What brings you here?" Once she's finished pouring your drinks she puts the bottle back under the counter. Her hands make themselves busy by collecting the dirty glasses, putting them off to the side.

"I'm looking for someone. Someone said I could find him here."

Like something straight out of one of your penny and dime novels, she begins cleaning the inside of the glass with a rag. When she doesn't say anything, it makes you shift nervously in your seat, but she eventually nods expecting you to continue.

"He's a gunslinger. Tall from what I've heard. Bright red hair?" You do your best to describe a man you've never met. You make a gesture with your hands by your head of his rumored fluffy red hair.

Before you could continue the woman stops cleaning the crystal-clear glass. She puts it down with a loud thud making the men next to you jump and look away. You hadn't even noticed your conversation was garnering attention. She lets out a sigh and pinches the bridge of her nose.

"Yeah, you really aren't from around here. Let me give you a little advice. The man you're describing has a bit of a reputation around here. Only comes around when he's intending to collect."

You blink up at her.

"Bounties sweetheart." She snuffs out the cigarette with a little chuckle. You must have looked like a newborn dear the way you looked at her. Blushing a bit at the thought, you try to push it down. Suddenly the little glass of alcohol in front of you looks far more interesting.

"But my contact said he'd he here."

"Your contact isn't wrong." She pauses for a moment. "Man at your six- don't look." She hisses as you go to turn your head.

"Sorry." You squeak out, snapping your head back towards her.

"Man at your six is wanted in four different states. Highway robbing, harassment, nasty attitude...a perfect blend of asshole."

"Oh..."

"Men like that bring the gunslinger. Now I don't know what you want with someone like him, and I don't want to know. But if you want his attention, when he gets here you had better work fast." She looks down at you as she rubs her neck.

"Wh... why?"

"Because he'll drag that idiot out to the streets and probably duel him. Win. Tie him up and take him into the sheriff's office. Collect his bounty and move on."

"You talk like you know him." It was time for that liquid courage. You knock back the drink and grimace at the taste. It burns and claws its way down your throat.

The bartender lets out a little laugh at your reaction, or maybe it's your question. "I've been around for a while."

"She's also full of shit. She talks like I'm a gun lovin' nut." The low whispering voice next to you makes you turn in your seat.

He's a bit shorter than described but still pretty tall. His hair is exactly as you imagined it to be, curls sticking out from under his usual green cowboy hat. The way his emerald, green eyes peer down at you makes you shrink in your seat. They widen a bit as you squirm away, so he decides to move his head up towards the bartender who's got a smirk on her face.

"You gonna tell me I'm wrong?" she asks, tilting her head to the side.

"No, no just that you make me sound much more dangerous than I am. Just a simple man tryin' to earn enough to eat." He says with a chuckle.

And when he smiles at her, lips curled up so softly. Every part of this man looks so gentle. Even the green tattered sarape around his body looks warm and inviting. It was hard to believe someone so soft looking had a reputation. On the other hand, it made it easier to approach him, maybe this wouldn't be so hard.

The drink you bought for him would probably help too. You recall all the times your father would pour his business partners a drink before pitching a new idea. So, you take the shot glass and scoot it towards him. He blinks down at it before letting out a little chuckle.

"You've got this backwards ma'am. S'pose to be the other way 'round. Man's supposed to buy a pretty woman a drink." Despite it all he takes the shot, and in his hands, it looks too small. He holds it up to you and downs it without blinking. The corners of his lips twitch and his hooked nose wrinkles a bit, looks like he wasn't expecting the stronger stuff.

His compliment makes your cheeks burn; you twist the material of your cloak in your hands. "Well...nothing says a lady can't buy a gentleman a drink, does it?"

"I reckon not. Just ain't used to it s'all." He puts the glass down with a gentle tap. "But you're sittin' in this here bar all by your lonesome askin' for me. So... here I am. Somethin' I can help ya with?"

How much of your conversation with the bartender had he heard? Enough to make you nervous that other people were listening in. Your hands lowered to the derringer strapped to your thigh, under the long skirt no one knew it was there. You palmed the handle and took a deep breath. There was no real plan to use it, but it brought you a little comfort. Just a reminder that it was there.

"Yes I-"

You're cut off by the sound of screams. From a few of the waitresses and working ladies to be exact. You look over your shoulder, it's coming from your six. Where the bartender told you not to look.

 A burly man stands up and when he does, he looms over most of the men in this establishment. Slicked back short black hair tucked inside a crumpled up old bowler. For all the grime and dirt on the man the one thing you could give was that his handlebar mustache looked nice. The rest of him, not so much.

His voice bellows out, bringing an end to upbeat show tunes. "Broflovski! Yous here fer my head ain't ya!"

The man grins like he's proud of the fact that he's garnered such attention. The way he carries himself almost has you fooled if it wasn't for the bead of sweat trailing down the side of his face.

"Not at the moment, no. I was in the middle of havin' a conversation. Rather rude to interrupt a lady Knucklehead." You don't know if Kyle is calling the man a knucklehead or that's just some stupid bandit name.

Either way he sneers and with a flick of his wrist he tosses the gamblers table to the side. Chips and cards go flying up in the air, the poor dealer scrambles to get out of the way.

"I don't care if you was havin' breakfast with the fuckin' Queen of England! You shoulda know better than ta come in 'ere without a lil' backup. See I ain't one fer duelin' so we're gonna have ta do this the ol' fashion way. With yous layin' face down in the dirt bleedin' out ta death!" He whistles and a few more men sitting at other tables stand up.

Couldn't have been more than five or six, every single one of them equipped with some kind of weapon. Rusty nails pushed into wooden boards. Chains being spun around so fast it creates a little breeze. The sounds of their spurs jangling as they start to step closer.

Kyle puts his hands up defensively, the laid-back smile he had on his face falls when they get closer. "Now come on, can't we talk this out. Like I said, I ain't finished my conversation. It'd do you well to learn some manners. Call your men off."

He's not asking. The way he narrows that dark greens at the man makes the room feel cold. For a minute you think you see a spark in those eyes, a glint of something dangerous.

"God damn it..." You almost don't catch the bartender behind you mumbling, but you do hear the rack of a gun clear as day.

It's quiet all except for the way Knucklehead growls, deep and low in his chest. Despite having all these men, he still somehow looks like an animal backed into a corner. The bead of sweat trailing down his face travels lower. Down his cheek, towards his jawline where it hangs. Then...it falls. Drips onto the sawdust covered floor.

Plip

Click. Bang.

You squeeze your eyes shut, feeling someone's hands on your shoulder. You're hoisted in the air and thrown over the bar, you can hear the way glass shatters. Another collection of screams, and then nothing but groaning. When you open your eyes, you're in the arms of the bartender, the woman has the both of you pulled down and tucked behind the bar. Safe certainly isn't the word you'd use here, but it was better than being in the crossfire.

She's got another cigarette lit in her mouth; a shot gun pointed up towards the ceiling. You strain your ears, but you think you can hear her counting in Spanish. You can smell the gunpowder in the air, it's almost as thick as the tension. Then there's a different sound. A grunt of pain and the sound of a chair being broken.

"Thought you could really take us all on?! You're fucking daft!"

The gunslinger lets out a strained laugh, wiping the blood off the corner of his mouth. Splinters of the wooden chair catch in his curls. The man took a hit from the gorilla and is still standing. Well, more like leaning over the side of the bar for support, but nevertheless his eyes are still open.

"Daft is a big word for you Knucklehead. Gotta give it to you!" His voice sounds strained and broken. You catch the way he's struggling to breathe yet still has it in him to snap back.

Without thinking you take the shotgun from the bartender and before she can protest you lower the barrel towards the man. He seems surprised to see you jump up from behind the bar, he must have really not cared that you were there. But a loaded gun that can shoot slugs the size of an acorn sings a different tune.

"Now missy...this ain't got nothin' ta do with you. Yous don't wanna get yourself wrapped up in somethin' I don't think you can handle." Knucklehead's eyes lower to the gun in your hand, the gravity of the situation sinks in. Not enough for him to let the gunslinger’s throat go, but enough to where he's contemplating backing away.

"Let him go. Let him go and back away." You keep your voice steady, that nervous air about you slips away and a different mask comes on.

That mask you've had to wear every time you look danger in the eyes. You don't see a man choking a bounty hunter to death, you see a large target. A light you could snuff out with a twitch of your index finger. You can see it in his eyes, the way he looks down at Kyle, whose smirk has returned. Then back up at you, staring down the barrel of the shot gun. It's cold double barrel unblinking eyes.

"Whattya say Knucklehead... feelin' lucky?" Kyle is able to put a little distance between Knucklehead's hands and his throat. Enough to take another gasp of air and spout some cocky one-liner.

It must have pushed the brute over the edge because he went to move again. If you had to guess it would be to lift Kyle up and use him as a shield. But he doesn't get that far. Doesn't even make it past a muscle twitch because your trigger finger is faster. For the second time that night shots ring out, but this time it's only the bandits scream that fill the air. He goes flying back letting the red head go.

If it wasn't for the bartender, you would have gone flying back as well. The force of a shotgun wasn't something you were used to. Compared to your derringer’s little kicks, the shot gun was in a league all on its own. Her hands keep your body steady, holding you by the waist. She lets out a puff of smoke and sighs.

"Nice shot." Once she realizes you're okay to stand on your own, she breaks the silence with praise and lets you go.

"O-oh...um thanks." It makes your face flare up; the fact the entire bar’s attention is now on you. The wondering eyes make you squirm and want to shrink back down behind the bar.

"Shoot a man dead in his chest and ya get a little flustered over a compliment." Kyle laughs in between trying to catch his breath, his coughs sound painful.

You avert your eyes from him, like it will do your blushing face any favors. Trying to ignore the way his laugh makes your body burn. Something about it makes you feel a bit tingly. It's either that or the adrenaline coursing through your veins. They land on the man bleeding out on the floor. He's clutching his sides spouting so much profanity you feel like you need to confess at the church just hearing it.

Just as Kyle finally gets the ability to breath properly again, the sheriff and his men come bursting through the door. The same sheriff who you had a problem with. The same one who put you on this crazy path. Once again, things could never just be simple. Every little fucking thing had to get in your way.

His eyes fall on the man first, then on you. Then on the gun in your hands and you immediately groan. Of course, he had to come in just as you slugged a man. With a scoff, he gestures to his men to round up the other bleeding bandits. Kyle was able to take down the other group by himself. Their leader using the men as bait so he could close the distance.

You push the shotgun back into the bartenders’ hand and sigh. Kyle watches as you lift your skirt and put your foot on the counter. Without a second thought he offers you his hand and helps you down off the bar. You take it and allow yourself a quick smile. One the sheriff is quick to wipe away.

"It's always you. I guess I didn't make myself very clear." He says with a sneer. "I thought you were smarter than this, seems I was the one mistaken."

You shoot him a look, brows furrowed in confusion. "Sheriff, I didn't start this! I was just defending my um..."

Friend? Soon to be employee? Guy I just bought a drink for. Shot another man for?

"I wasn't talking to you woman!" He snaps, eyes flickering between yours and Kyle's. When they land on the man his eyes narrow. "Was talkin' about this one! Coming into my town, causing trouble! Think just because your daddy was a lawyer you're above the law!"

The look the red head gives him would be enough to kill. Death himself would answer that call. You watch a vein pop out from the side of his temple, his hat and hair barely covering it. Kyle didn't even show that much anger towards the man who threatened his life and interrupted his conversation.

"Sheriff Cartman I wouldn't have to come to this town and clean up your mess if you and your men did your fucking job!" Kyle hisses through gritted teeth, emphasizing the word this like he's reminding the sheriff the town doesn't belong to him.

"I should've known better than to think you could be anything but trouble! I should haul you in with the rest of 'em!" Cartman's voice is dangerous, completely immune to the looks he's getting from Kyle.

"On what grounds?!"

"On the grounds that I'm the fucking sheriff and I'm sick and tired of your bullshit!"

"That ain't enough to bring me in you fat son of a bitch!"

"Let's go ahead and tack on threatenin’ a man of the law to that too! Wanna keep going Kyle?!"

Cartman uses his first name so casually. The air grows heavy again as the two men get into each other space. Neither go for their weapons instead fingers curl around the collar of each other's shirt. Kyle looks like a lit fuse ready to blow and Cartman is just adding fuel to an already dangerous fire.

"A-Actually Sheriff! If I may!" You don't know what compelled you to put yourself in between the two bickering men. Guess there was a little left in the old adrenaline tank, taking down a man twice your size will do that to you.

"What?! Get in my way and I'll make sure to slap you with a fine as well! Helping a criminal won't look good on your record!"

"Criminal!?"

"Gentleman! I believe the lady is trying to talk! Now you either let her talk, or you take this shit outside!" The bartender cuts them both off by slamming her hands on her bar. Her voice isn't loud but it's enough to make both men stop.

The sheriff mumbles something under his breath that makes the bartender narrow her eyes. He turns to you giving you the floor.

"Sheriff just...please hear me out." You've dealt with men like the sheriff before. Men who think they're the smartest man in the room, so it's best to just make them think they're right.

"Fine. Go ahead."

"Thank you. Y-you see...I was just following your advice! You told me to find some help and that's what I did!" As you explain yourself Kyle's brows furrow in confusion. "I was looking to hire Mr. Broflovski here."

"Didn't realize you were selling yourself out now Kyle. Bounty hunting too hard for you?" The sound Kyle's teeth makes as they grind together makes your breath hitch.

"If Mr. Broflovski here agrees, I'd like for him to take me out west. If you think about it this is the best outcome. You wouldn't have to deal with me anymore and I'd be taking him with me."

"Now hold on-"

Cartman cuts him off like he's not even there, at this point Kyle's face matches his hair. "You're leaving? Jesus christ why didn't you lead with that!"

"Yeah..." You smile and let out a little sigh, the whole situation would be a lot funnier if it wasn’t you.

"I tell you what...you leave tonight. You and that ginger fuck get out of my town, my state, my side of the country! I'll give you an hour and if you're not out of here. I'll run you down like dogs!" Sheriff Cartman looks pleased with himself and the whole idea, but the more he speaks the more it comes through gritted teeth.

"Two hours."

"One and a half, only because I'm in a good mood." He clicks his tongue and turns on his heel. "Plus, however long it takes for my useless deputy to book these assholes." Cartman turns his back on both of you and walks towards his posse.

Great. You had an hour and a half to get out of town and you hadn't even asked the famous gunslinger if he was even willing to do this.

"Well, I reckon we outta be on our way." Kyle breaks your thoughts with the sound of his voice.

You look up at him with your eyes widened. He smiles down at you and flicks up his hat, moving the brim out of his face.

"No need to look at me like that. You told the Sheriff we'd be outta here so let's get a move on." He speaks.

Kyle makes his way towards the double doors without so much as a goodbye. You go to follow him but stop, turning back towards the woman behind the bar who is just picking up the broken glass scattered around the bar.

"Um...ma'am." When you call out for her, she turns and looks in your direction.

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

".... You’re welcome, now get outta here. You wouldn't last a day behind bars, so go on. Get."

A soft smile plays on your lips. She was right, you had a long road ahead of you.

The bartender looks back over her shoulder when she hears the double doors close again. She let out a breath she didn't even know she was holding. As she stands up with the metal pan filled with broken glass, her head lulls to the side.

"What I wouldn't give to be a tumbleweed following them. Ya got your work cut out for you Broflovski." A smirk plays on her lips.

Kyle leads you out towards the stables where he kept his horse. She was a pretty horse, a blend of brown and whites painting down her back. She doesn't stir much until Kyle gets closer, when he's within reach she bends down and presses her head against his hand.

He smiles and touches the side of her face, petting the sides gently. There was that soft and warm feeling you got when he first sat down next to you. Even after the bar fight and the whirlwind of events that happened, he found a way to go back to being so gentle. When he turns to look back at you, you quickly find something else to look at. Suddenly the saddle on the back of his horse looks so very interesting.

"I don't s'pose you got your own horse, do ya?" he asks as he unhitches his horse from the post.

"No, I don't. I... wouldn’t even know how to go about riding one." That seems to catch him off guard.

"Hm... We’ll have plenty of time to fix that. For now." Kyle walks over to you and whispers a, ‘pardon me'. His gloved hands cup your hips and lift you up. He lifts you like a child would their doll, like you weigh nothing. He sets you down on the back of his horse, guiding your legs over the side of the large creature.

It feels so strange, the way something so powerful just stands there letting him do it. You cling to the saddle for dear life as it takes a few steps forward and then back. If you had to guess she was just as surprised as you were.

Kyle swings himself up onto the horse shortly after. He puts his arms around your waist, being oh so careful on where he lets his arms rest. His hands find the reigns and it forces him to get closer. Close enough to where you can feel his chest against your back.

You can feel his heart beating against his chest, it makes you feel a little better knowing he seems to be just as nervous as you. At the very least that's what you're telling yourself. You can't see his face, unable to move any part of your body out of fear of falling off.

No, you can't see the blush that’s creeping across his freckled face. Can't see the way it trails down his neck, disappearing behind the layers of his clothes. You would never know how much he's mentally screaming at himself to get a grip.

"Gonna be a little uncomfortable at first. Just bear with me for a while. As soon as we hit the next town, we'll see what we can do about gettin' you your own horse." With that he clicks his tongue and snaps the reigns.

You let out the smallest squeak as the horse goes from a gentle little trot to a full-on sprint. Your hands fly out to grab onto Kyle's arms using the cowboy to steady yourself. A part of you thinks about asking him to just go ahead and drop you off at the holding cell. At least then you could die behind bars and never make such embarrassing noises again. The other part of you felt a twinge of excitement when you heard him chuckle. Feeling the way it made his chest vibrate low. It kept you warm against the cold wind that rushed past you.

It doesn't take long before Kyle feels your body go slack. He peers down at you and feels his heart leap up in his throat. You were tucked up against his chest, arms wrapped around your frame fast asleep. He only wishes that he could slow down so he can take off his sarape and bundle you up in it. Instead, he settles for pulling you closer, caging you in his arms. He'd do everything in his power to make sure the ride was at least a smooth one and by the time you'd wake up, hopefully, he'd have you out of town. And hopefully then he can get more details about this job he blindly accepted from you.

For now, he'd let you sleep as he rode out towards the moon. Nothing but the wind at his back and the large pale light to his front.

Next Chapter ->

#south park #sp fanfiction #south park fanfiction #reader insert #x reader #south park x reader #requests fuel me!! #ao3 request #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski #gunslinger kyle #part 1/2 #western au #I know writing in accents is stupid #but I can't help it #it's so much fun #I'm already hard at work on part 2 #please look forward to it #I love cowboys #I love em so much #like my fantasy story is inspired by D&D #My western aus will be inspired by deadlands #another ttrpg #because I have tabletop brain rot #shhh its a secret

[mixelation]

Thoughts on canon ships: NaruHina? SaiIno? ShikaTema?

send me a ship and i'll give you my brutally honest opinion on it

NaruHina

Having only read the manga for much of part 2, Hinata is not heavily featured as doing much at all, and this ship came off as pretty shoehorned in. As I've talked about before, I like Hinata's ~aesthetic~, but I don't find her very interesting. I additionally don't really find teen/adult Naruto that interesting. So like.... this ship is just very boring to me lol.

Their canon marriage did Hinata less dirty than Sakura, at least. Like I know Boruto is mad his dad isn't around more, but adult Hinata seems to have enough of a spine that I think she and Naruto have probably worked out compromises for his insane work schedule.

SaiIno

This ship also has barely any canon development and yet somehow makes perfect sense to me. They are the mean girl couple. They talk shit about you in front of you. They have matching midriffs. I also think Sai and Ino are weirdly compatible. Like, Sai is someone who seems to yearn for connections with other people, but he needs how relationships even work clearly laid out for him. He needs his partner to be able to very clearly communicate their emotions and how they want to be treated. Ino is both self-aware and confident enough to do exactly this. And I think, besides canonically finding him hot, Ino would find Sai's uncomplicated approach to interpersonal relationships to be a relief. He's mean and catty in a way that's fun, but also she can just go "when you say X, it makes me feel Y" and he will actually engage with that and have an honest conversation about it.

ShikaTema

This might be the only canon ship that felt developed besides SasuNaru. Like, the new one-shot I think did a lot for MinaKushi, but their original backstory was just kind of like, "Okay?"

Shikamaru and Temari have a certain edginess to their interactions that Compelled me when I was like 12. He impresses her in a fight and then forfeits and says she would have won, and everyone should know that. She shows up to save his ass in the Sasuke retrieval arc. When we see them again, they're working together on official Chunin Exam business. It really did feel like their relationship was built up purposefully. I don't remember ever actively seeking out content (probably because canon was enough for me), but I was on board as a baby teen.

That being said, now that I've grown and matured, I'm not really compelled by this ship any more. I don't really like the way Shikamaru's role in the manga kind of turned into "genius favorite character can do no wrong," and I don't like the way Temari was treated in her match against Shikamaru. Like, even though she won, it's painted sooooo firmly as Shikamaru being cool and mature. Given Naruto as a manga is very bad at giving any women agency, it's kind of annoying. But it is developed in canon. I'll give it that.

I do think I might click on a fic that was less about the ship itself and more about, like... navigating Temari's bizarre family. How does Shikamaru interact with her brothers? Do they ever visit Suna and have super awkward family dinners? What was integrating into Konoha like for Temari?

#ask meme answer #i like shitty little kid naruto alright because i just like bratty kids #but in general i don't really like naruto as a character lmao

[miizzllaneous7]

You know I’m convinced after 20 years the Gothams elite, and high society around the world that interacts with Bruce Wayne whether through his company or personally has to be at least suspicious or absolutely certain Bruce is playing everyone. And Bruce knows they know. Or is at least suspicious they know, and he operates on that line of thought.

The public doesn’t know though. It’s a very tight knit unspoken fact amongst those who know, and they don’t actively talk about it. At least, they don’t talk about it explicitly unless behind closed doors. I mean, Bruce never really completely dropped the act before, he’s always committed to the role and if he does drop it he does it all at once. But the important part is that the ‘act’ is still too different from Batman for anyone to think he’s actually Batman. The closest high society has ever gotten to it, is probably Bruce’s all too precise or lethal verbal jabs, that are always subtle enough they’re usually brushed to aside by the public because HIMBO. But the rich? They’re smart enough to catch on to his hidden meanings, or if they’re lucky they can catch the gleam behind his eyes as he decides to. They have their theories, and know to look for it. It’s one of those things that just click when you put the pieces together. Yet, their conclusion is never that he’s Batman.

No one tries to expose him, it’s not worth it and no one would believe them. It’s the epitome of “Do you know why I told you?—Because no one would ever believe you.” It would always backfire if they try anything, because at this point Bruce has to have the entire public wrapped around his finger and they don’t even know it.

The biggest catch of them all: no one’s sure what he’s doing. Is he a secret mob boss? Is he a guy with genuine intentions? An ally or enemy? I think the most interesting part is the psychology of it all, depending on where you are in that spectrum and what they want to see from him. No matter what happens, it’s a gamble, no one’s exactly sure. If it comes out he funds the Justice League those who think he’s a vile person would just interpret it as “He has the Justice League in his pocket” Which is probably hella intimidating and only cements his power over these people. But even then, no one’s entirely sure what his intentions are and where his loyalties lie.

This earns his spots in a bunch of things, like secret auctions or private poker rooms where all the sketchy/normal rich people stuff happens where you kind of just gossip or chill with probably one of the if not the most dangerous people in the world. Or make business deals and stuff. The farther you branch out from Gotham, the less information and intimate meetings you get via Galas and parties with the man, so there’s more and more misinformation or assumptions with less and less information to go off of. If he goes to perhaps, Europe, and meets some wealthy shady people, they may by off chance assume he’s similar to them because of rumours. I’m doubtful they’d done a lot of research or remember him explicitly since he’s outside of their blast zones. Unless of course, they see him as a potential competitor, so someone’s gotta be an expert on everything legal or public they can find. Which would show for some interesting interactions I assume. It’s like a game of chess but Bruce is bluffing his way through, yet has the bite to backup the bark. He’s got a ton of cards but no one knows what they are, and it can be both his advantage and his undoing. A constant walk on eggshells he’s dancing through gracefully, because he can’t afford not to.

He can probably attend all of these functions easily. Whenever he feels like it, coming and going. It’s like Matches Malone but higher up in the scale instead of with the goons, he’s getting in with the top dogs. Its in a much bigger grey zone, more deadly I’d say since he has to tread lightly. If he makes a wrong move everyone will realize he’s not an ally and turn on him, taking away his best source of intel gathering. As for the functions he can get into itself? Think of how organized crime bosses use saunas for meeting places and illegal activities between those who rank high since actual meetings can be easier to get a drop on.

Once again! No one questions whether or not he’s Batman, why would they? He never quite completely breaks character, so no one’s completely sure what his real personality is, or if this is just it. He’s still very Brucie, but in a suave and slick way in the right company, layering on the Himbo when in more public areas. This way he caters to both sides of the theories people have. It still feels impossible to connect the Batman and Bruce Wayne together as one person, so they don’t even consider that as an option.

Plus the people he knew before becoming Batman must have remembered him before. He only started the persona after. But again, that doesn’t necessarily connect him to Batman. To some, people can chalk it up to “People change.” to others, it could be a calculated measure to keep an eye on. Then there’s the people who didn’t know him before, completely fooled, but even at least some of them have to start to catch on sooner or later. Bruce Wayne’s in the spotlight, always has been always will be. People vie for his attention, he has eyes on him everywhere. People are gonna notice things! Now what they draw away from those things as a conclusion? That’s the interesting part, it’s subjective based on who you’re asking I can imagine.

I can see the Batkids sometimes drawing parallels of Bruce for fun, just teasing but it also makes sense. Bruce acting like he’s a crime lords or something from an outside point of view. Like seriously, think about how easy it is to come across as a Crime Boss when he’s just doing his own thing. The random phone calls he picks up, the several phones he probably has on his person, the fact he’s freaking jacked, always dressed to the nines or intimidatingly/businessy not a hair out of place. Even when he’s ‘drunk’ or intensely stressed and disheveled for whatever reason, it looks intentional even if it isn’t. Similar to how people intentionally go for the bed hair look. He’s probably looks sketchy as hell over time if you’re not in the know about the Batman thing.

Going back to the catch, what is Bruce Wayne doing? Where does his loyalties lie? What does he do? It adds to the confusion. There’s always that one question every socialite—particularly those in private groups that speculate about Bruce based on their own experiences or observations—asks.

What is Bruce Wayne?

#bruce wayne headcanon #brucie wayne #Bruce Wayne is Bruce Wayne #headcanons #headcanon #bruce wayne headcanons #Brucie Wayne

[restwellsoon]

I’m the same anon who just sent in a request! If it’s okay to send more than one, could I also make a request for another Daydreams with WWF! Jason, F! reader, vanilla and make it sweet? If not, I’m so sorry and please just ignore this! Thank you 😊😊

Sure!

Pairing: WWF!Jason Todd x F!Reader

He gave you a dismissive hum. You engaged in worse debauchery last night. “Didn’t know that holding hands at a Wayne gala was a sin.”

Warnings: vanilla (hand holding), fluff

“Fuck it, let ‘em stare,” Jason told you. 

Trying to pull away from his grip was futile. Jason had no intention of letting you go. “But Jay, this is so embarrassing.”

You tried not to look at everyone around you, but you could feel their eyes, hotter was their judgment than your skin.

The lights were bright and damn-near dizzying, forcing you to rely on Jason for security and shelter. It was part of his plan, you thought. You were certain he didn’t mind the extra cuddles.

“C’mon, babe. I know you like the attention.”

His hand tugged you to another part of the room, squeezing you tighter. The action grew more attention to you.

“But ugh, not like this.”

He gave you a dismissive hum. You engaged in worse debauchery last night. “Didn’t know that holding hands at a Wayne gala was a sin.”

Before you could retort, an unknown voice rang loud from the throngs of party-goers.

“Excuse me, excuse me! Mr. Wayne! A picture please.”

Mentally you begged Jason not to turn around, but it was only natural that he did. His smile mimicked the flash of the various photo booths that were set up around you. You didn’t realize that you were walking through the worst part of this place, feeling uneasy about the international crew to the side.

“Don’t worry about ‘em,” he tried to soothe you. “They’re not interested in boring people like us.” They were there because of a famous celebrity that his father invited.

You weren’t sure of his motives. He wasn’t one to interact with the media, especially after the way they treated him after his outing.

“Alright,” he addressed the nameless photographer. Jason held up a finger, “Under one condition. I’d tell you assholes to get my girlfriend’s good side, but she looks good from every angle. How ‘bout you send whatever pics you take to my brother’s corporate email instead? Ya know, gotta get clearance by PR first before publishing, unless you wanna catch a case.”

Thinking that one shot was enough, Jason indulged them in a few more. Noticing your stiffness, he kissed you to make your shoulders relax. In the distance, you heard rambunctious whoops and camera clicks.

–

“Look at this,” Dick complained, clicking through the rest of the email attachments. “They’re all unusable.”

Jason shrugged, “And?”

The oldest Wayne sighed, rubbing his temples. “You said you’d go to the gala –and I quote–’like a good little boy’ to one, appease Dad, and two, be ‘a part of his Father’s Day gift’.” He clicked back to the middle section, his mouse furiously circling Jason’s hand. “Do you think he’ll be happy to know that you’re flipping off the paps in all these pictures?”

There was another shrug. “That’s just the cost of doing business though.” He laughed, “Damn, it must suck to work in PR and social media consulting with me as a Wayne child.”

Jason nudged Dick’s hand aside to send a few good ones to himself. “Lucky me though, I got some sick photos for free. Suck on that, Donna.”

–

A series of beeps told you that Jason texted you, and you smiled at what he sent. It was a picture of you two looking into each other’s eyes, obviously in love.

Congrats! You survived your first Wayne gala. Hope you’ll stay by my side for the rest of ‘em

A Token of Sleep | event / Jason Todd's Masterlist / Rest's Main M.list

#jason todd x reader #a token of sleep with rest #extras.wwf #rest writes

[your-world-with-nct]

polaroid love | njm (4)

FOUR — face to face, heart to heart

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PAIRING | na jaemin x female reader (ft. nct dream + enhypen 02z)

GENRE | fluff, angst, college au

WARNINGS | intended lowercase, cursing

WORD COUNT | 4.3k

SUMMARY | inspired by enhypen’s ‘polaroid love’ — in his twenty-two years of living, na jaemin has never been in a proper relationship. after witnessing his best friends go through their fair share of complicated, devastating heartbreaks, jaemin decided he was better off investing his time and effort into his studies, rather than wasting his time falling in love. years of having fleeting crushes and being countlessly confessed to passed by and not a single person could tempt jaemin into the world of love. that is, until, he meets someone that he can’t get out of his head no matter how long he stares at his anatomy textbooks. someone that reminds him of the hopeless romantic he once was. someone that can show him that love doesn’t have to be so complicated to succeed.

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it was no longer just late nights jaemin spent talking to you. his early mornings were spent apologising for keeping you up late the night before and his afternoons full of mutual complaints about certain classmates, professors or assignments.

he would never forget to send a ‘how was your day?’ in the evenings even though you’d practically told him everything there was to tell, but he couldn’t care less–he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

at first, with how much he was texting you, jaemin’s roommates were worried he was going to become unhealthily obsessed and dependent on you, which, based on personal experience, was likely to lead to the last thing he wanted—heartbreak.

jaemin had seen it happen before, not to himself, but to his best friends.

renjun had fallen into a month-long slump after being cheated on by his girlfriend of almost three years; haechan once worked himself to exhaustion and earned himself a trip to the emergency room, all from trying to ignore the pain of being rejected by someone he thought was the one for him; jeno’s breakup with rina left him numbed to his core and convinced he was never going to be worthy of being truly loved.

although they were never his heartbreaks, it was painful enough to watch the people he held closest to him experience such heartache, what more if he went through it himself?

and so, in spite of jaemin’s longing for romance, he decided it was best to avoid getting entangled in the world of love and simply focus on other joys in life.

but family, friendships, and academic successes could only go so far in filling the romance-shaped hole in his heart, and every now and then, jaemin found himself envying the love that had made his friends so happy.

he often wondered what it would be to feel like that: to be so utterly and completely enamoured with someone and to have someone feel the same way about him, to be wholeheartedly appreciated by someone and finally receive the sheer amount of love that he was constantly giving everyone else.

as much as jaemin wanted to find that someone, to experience love, he knew it was too risky, and pledged to himself that he wouldn’t be taking that leap of faith any time soon.

at least, he thought he wouldn’t be.

your conversations eventually became less frequent as exam season approached; you were both too busy reviewing content and working to meet deadlines to talk as often as you had been doing. good morning texts turned into good luck texts and late night talks were replaced with late night study sessions, but, much to his best friends’ relief, jaemin didn’t seem to be too affected by the drop in your interactions.

with his melodramatic nature, they expected to see him moping around the apartment, writing ‘mr and mrs na jaemin <3’ in his notes instead of actually studying, or at the very least, staring at his phone longingly waiting for a notification from you. after all, they had all done something of the sort before.

to their surprise, the only obvious difference was that, at the end of the night, jaemin was falling asleep in front of his textbooks instead of his phone. they were glad to see that, despite their worries and jaemin’s own concerns, he wasn’t becoming too attached to you.

however, that didn’t mean that he didn’t miss seeing your name pop up on his phone. he would check his messages during every study break, and more often than not, he was met with nothing.

today seemed to be no different, but just as he was about to put his phone away, a ding resonated throughout the silent room. jaemin gasped, clasping his hands together and praying to whatever deities were listening that it was a message from you.

he quickly unlocked his phone, tapping the notification banner and letting it direct him right to where it came from.

and there it was, in the messages app—your name at the top of his conversations.

but rather than excitement, jaemin felt his heart drop to his stomach as he read your text: ‘hey, jaem. this is a bit out of the blue, but can i call you?’

he instantly assumed the worst of the worst—you were in danger. the campus was a safe enough space, but the city, especially late at night, definitely required more caution.

he typed out a response as quickly as possible, leaving autocorrect to fix his typos, ‘i’m just at home, you can call me. is everything okay? do you need picking up or something? i can come if you need me to’.

as if jaemin’s heart wasn’t already racing enough, the sound of his ringtone blasting from his phone had him jumping up from his seat in shock, tossing his phone in the air. after retrieving it from its unexpected flight, he read your name across the top of his screen and immediately pressed ‘accept’ with his shaky finger.

“hello? jaemin? um, it’s a facetime. could you, uh, maybe put your phone down somewhere? i-i can’t see you,” you said, your voice significantly less urgent than jaemin anticipated it to be.

“okay, okay,” he answered, balancing his phone against the pot of pens on his desk.

scrutinising your background, he breathed out a sigh of relief once he saw you in the comfort and safety of what looked like your bedroom. “oh, thank god, you’re okay.”

“why wouldn’t i be— oh, i just realised how you read my message. did you think i was in trouble? i’m safe at home, see.” you picked up your phone, swivelling the camera around to show jaemin there was nothing to worry about.

you turned the camera back around to face you, just in time to see him put a hand on his heart to calm his erratic heartbeat. “aww, i’m sorry for making you worried.”

of course, seeing jaemin all panicked wasn’t ideal. but the fact that he was panicked and ready to save you from a potentially dangerous situation that he knew nothing about was somewhat… endearing. something about his frantic response and the way his entire body relaxed when he saw you were completely fine ignited a warmth inside of you.

you didn’t realise he cared that much about you. nor did you realise how much you loved the idea of him caring about you so much.

he smiled at you, reassuring you that he was no longer in distress. your heartbeat sped up, drumming against your chest as if you’d just run a marathon. it had been so long since you’d seen that smile, you forgot just how beautiful it was.

“it’s okay,” jaemin said, snapping you out of your daze. “i’m glad you’re safe and sound. it’s been a while, how have you been?”

“yeah, it has. i mean, i’ve been better,” you chuckled, your comment eliciting another of those heart-wrenching smiles from jaemin. “how have you been doing?”

he sighed, running his hand through his hair. it was still that gorgeous honey shade you’d first laid eyes on all those weeks ago, but his darker roots were starting to show through. you briefly wondered what he’d look like with a full head of his natural colour, he would probably look just as good, if not better.

he cleared his throat before answering, alerting your attention and shifting your focus away from his luscious honey locks.

“well, i’ve been drinking more water and less coffee—i hope you’re proud of me, by the way—and spending most of my time either studying or working out the minimum mark i need to pass. as you can tell, i just love exam season,” jaemin said with a sarcastic smile, his nose scrunching up in a way that resembled a cute bunny.

you felt your cheeks burning up, immediately bringing your hands up to your face to cover any evidence of the effect he had on you. you quickly played it off like you were covering your mouth to laugh, forcing out a giggle.

“i am proud of you for that, jaem. so, uh, are you doing anything right now?” you asked, your eyes drifting to the notebooks and flashcards scattered across jaemin’s desk. “because if you’re busy, then it’s fine, i-i’ll figure something out.”

now self-conscious of his messy set up, jaemin cleared his things away as he responded, “no, it’s okay. i’m not doing anything, how come?”

“really? are you sure? i-i don’t wanna take away from any of your own study time…” your voice trailed off, feeling more and more like a bother as you watched him move his materials out of the frame instead of putting them away.

“i’m sure, y/n. don’t mind this,” he tilted his camera to show you the pile he pushed aside. “i’m just too lazy to put it all back. plus my next exam isn’t for another four days. i’m all yours for now. what can i do for you?” he said, his face lighting up as he gave you a smile that shone with sincerity.

there it was again, that warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest.

“well, i have an exam tomorrow, and i called you because i wanted to get one last study session in. usually, i get one of my roommates to test me on the content, but everyone’s busy doing their own work. if it’s not too much to ask, could you spare like, maybe half an hour or so for me?”

“of course i can.”

“thank you, i really appreciate it,” you said, mirroring his contagious grin.

“no problem. so, which exam is this again? the religion one?” he asked, resting his chin on his hand.

you smiled, touched at his efforts to remember what exams you had coming up. “ah, that one’s in about a week. tomorrow’s is on the metaphysics of mind.”

“huh? physics? what the heck does that even mean?” he said, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“you’re about to find out,” you paused, giggling at jaemin’s intrigued face. “this study method is essentially teaching someone else the topics you need to know. if i can remember enough to explain it to you in a way that makes sense, then it means that i know the content well.”

“ooh, i’ve never tried that before, but it sounds good.”

“yeah, i’ve been doing this since high school and it’s really helped me no matter what the subject was. it’s been especially helpful in philosophy though since we have to know a bunch of theories in detail,” you explained.

“ahh, that makes sense, i might give it a try one day. but, then again, i don’t exactly know if my friends will be willing to sit and hear about, like, pharmaceutical science or whatever,” jaemin chuckled at the mere thought of it, unable to imagine a scenario where his friends would actually listen to him talk about medicine instead of making immature jokes about drugs.

you felt the corners of your lips curve upwards as you watched jaemin’s eyes crinkle with joy. the eyes that sparkled with each melodic laugh, the eyes that made you feel like you were the only thing worth paying attention to. those beautiful, beautiful eyes.

you shook your head, trying to clear your mind of the distracting thoughts so you could get back on track. “well, if you ever wanna try it out, just know i’d be more than happy to listen.”

“thank you for the offer, i’ll keep that in mind. now, professor y/n, are you ready to go or what?” he sat up straight, miming opening a laptop, hands at the ready to ‘type’.

it took everything in you not to let his adorable actions distract you any further. you let out a light giggle, before clearing your throat and starting, “okay, i’m ready. so, first and foremost, there are two different types of theories of mind…”

before you knew it, an hour had flown by and you were on to the last of the six theories that could come up on your exam. half an hour was a poor underestimate and you made sure to apologise to jaemin once thirty minutes had passed. understanding as always, he reassured you that there was nothing to apologise for and encouraged you to carry on.

you were surprised to see that he wasn’t completely bored out of his mind. he seemed to be following along well, even asking questions to clarify what you’d said or summarising problems himself to make sure he had understood correctly.

jaemin raised his hands to his head, a gesture that you’d learned within the past hour meant that the content was about to click. “wait, wait, so the elimination materials–”

“the eliminative materialists, yes,” you corrected the cute mistake, letting him continue.

“oops, that’s what i meant. so they essentially destroy their own theory by saying beliefs don’t exist,” he fell silent for a few seconds before reaching his conclusion. “even though their theory itself is a belief?”

you gasped, feeling a sense of pride at having gotten a non-philosophy student to understand the entirety of the metaphysics of mind in just over an hour.

“yes, yes, that’s it, you got it. good job!” you exclaimed, giving jaemin a small round of applause.

“really? thank you,” he beamed at your praise, “so… what, do none of the theories work then? that’s a bit stupid, isn’t it?”

your applause ended abruptly as your hands fell to your lap. you let out a splutter, taken aback by his bluntness.

his eyes widened in shock at your reaction. “wait! that’s not, like, offensive to philosophers, right? oh my god, i’m so sorry, y/n. i take it back, please forgive me,” he bowed his head, making a big show out of apologising.

if it was anyone else, you would tell them to lift their head up because they looked silly and that they shouldn’t call the content you’re spending extortionate amounts of money to study ‘stupid’.

but, with jaemin, you couldn’t help but laugh at his genuine reactions and his dramatic apology. you couldn’t believe he thought it would offend you, but it was sweet that he was so worried about doing so.

if jaemin was being honest, he was exaggerating just a little bit, but you didn’t have to know that. all that mattered to him was bringing out that beautiful smile of yours that he had missed so dearly. so what if he looked like a fool?

as your laughter died down, you finally answered, “no offence taken. you’re right, though, they all have their problems. but that’s all the content we need to know so it’s not like we have to find one that works.”

“oh, we’re done? wow, that was a lot, but well done for getting through it all!” jaemin gave you your own round of applause, to which you played along with, bowing as if you had just received an award.

he laughed as you thanked your invisible audience, ever so grateful that you were too busy humbly bowing to notice the gigantic grin on his face.

“were there, uh, any particular parts you struggled in? ‘cause as far as i know, you were super thorough with everything. you clearly know your stuff,” he said as you turned back to face him.

“thank you, jaem. i feel like i did pretty good too, but i’ll check if i missed anything now,” you said, pulling out your notebook from your folder and skimming your notes. “uhh, i missed a few responses to some of the problems, but my professor said those are optional anyway. aside from that, i pretty much got everything!”

“woah, i’m so proud of you. you should be proud of yourself too, your hard work seems to have really paid off,” jaemin said, giving you two thumbs up.

you beamed at his praise, that same feeling of warmth returning to your chest. “jaem, you’re so sweet, thank you. and i am proud of myself, i just don’t wanna get overconfident and jinx myself for tomorrow.”

“ah, okay, i get that,” he nodded, “i feel like, even after all these years, i never stop being nervous for exams.”

“oh, me too. it never gets easier.”

“yeah, especially when the stakes get higher and higher with each one,” he huffed, slumping down in his chair.

“oh god, that’s right, i keep forgetting you’re in your last year.”

you owed your forgetfulness to the fact that you never felt a significant divide between you and jaemin. you weren’t fourth year and second year, you weren’t senior and junior, you were just friends. just friends.

“there’s probably a lot more pressure on these exams for you, right?” you continued, in an attempt to distract yourself from thinking about whatever feelings you had for jaemin and spiralling.

“as much as i don’t wanna think about it, yeah, you’re right,” he let out a soulless laugh, crossing his arms over his chest.

“oh, i didn’t mean to— i-i shouldn’t have mentioned it. i’m sorry,” you said, your heart dropping to your stomach at the thought of making jaemin feel bad. you didn’t know why, but it hurt to see him anything less than happy, and it hurt even more knowing it was your fault.

noticing the way your face fell, jaemin quickly swooped in to stop you from feeling any worse.

“hey, no need to apologise. fourth year is a lot of stress but, y’know, i manage,” he shrugged, giving you a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you tilted your head to the side, as if you were asking him ‘are you sure?’. at first, he refrained from elaborating, but there was just something about you that made him feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you.

“well, sorting out med school and stuff is definitely a lot, especially when i’m dealing with uni at the same time. plus, exam season doesn’t make that any easier. oh, and i don’t even wanna think about the crippling debt i’ll be in after spending the next few years stuck in education whilst my friends are out in the world— and, that was a lot. i didn’t mean to dump all of that on you just then, i’m so sorry,” jaemin stopped himself, smacking his mouth for letting himself go too far. he partly blamed you for being so easy to talk to and such a good listener.

“oh, jaem, you don’t have to say sorry. remember, we promised that we can always rant to each other about anything, at any time. you can talk to me whenever you need it, okay?” you held your pinky out towards your phone, mimicking what jaemin had done in your first proper interaction with him.

he laughed, a genuine one this time, he seemed to have understood the reference. he lifted up his own pinky, pressing it against his camera and chuckling as he watched you do the same.

“thanks, y/n. it’s nice to be able to talk to someone about it, but it’s also nice to take my mind off of it completely, which is why i love doing photography.”

“oh yeah, you and jake call it your creative escape, right?”

“he does, i just call it a hobby like a normal person,” he joked, your jaw dropping at his little dig. “please don’t tell him i said that.”

you laughed at his reaction, before nodding and miming the zipping of your mouth shut.

jaemin continued, “anyways, if i’m being honest, i really do love having some time every week where i don’t have to hear about diagnoses, symptoms, anatomy, all that stuff. but i don’t just like photography as a distraction, i love capturing the memories i make with my friends and family. it’s nice to have concrete reminders of the people i love and the fun times we’ve spent together.”

“oh, i absolutely agree, i’m not as into photography as you or jake are, but i do love polaroids and i have a wall of them right…” you picked up your phone, flipping the camera to show him your collection, “here!”

jaemin brought his phone closer so he could take a better look. he carefully examined each picture and noticed that they all contained a common feature—you had the most carefree, joyous smile on your face in each and every one. no matter who you were with, no matter where you were, you looked completely and utterly content.

the longer jaemin spent looking at the pictures, the more he realised that he wanted to make you that happy.

“so, what do you think?” your voice broke through his reverie, and it was only then that jaemin noticed he’d just been staring at your wall without saying a word.

“sorry, i got distracted trying to look at each one, they’re all so cute. oh my god, how old are you in that bottom left one? you look so young.” his focus locked in on a photo of you in your school uniform, soaring through the air as one of your friends stood behind you after pushing you on the swings.

“oh gosh, i specifically remember that was when i was fifteen, ‘cause taehyun pushed me so hard that i was fully convinced that i was gonna die. i told him it was his fault if i didn’t make it to sixteen,” you laughed at the memory, a twinge of nostalgia hitting you as you realised just how much time had passed and how much had changed since then.

you sighed, flipping the camera back around to show yourself. “i just… i find it motivating to look up at my family and friends after hours working at my desk. it makes me feel less homesick too.”

“that’s so sweet, and you’re so— the pictures are so pretty,” jaemin said, internally cursing at himself for almost slipping up.

“wow, coming from photographer na himself? thank you, i’m honoured,” you proudly put a hand to your chest. “i’ve gotta say, it is my favourite part of my room. not just ‘cause it looks so cute, but the memories it brings back too. that’s what i love about polaroids, y’know? they’re so simple, no editing, no nothing, just a quick snapshot of a real moment. it reminds me that things don’t have to be so complicated to be beautiful.

“oh god, that was a bit… deep, wasn’t it? i blame professor kim’s philosophy of aesthetics class for doing this to me,” you facepalmed, cringing at yourself.

“hey, don’t be embarrassed,” jaemin said, shaking his head. “that was actually pretty—”

“y/n! sunghoon just came home with takeout to celebrate finishing his exams.” a shrill voice cut through jaemin’s words as the owner of said voice barged into your room.

you turned to see your roommate, yunjin, frozen in her tracks, “oops, sorry, i didn’t know you were… preoccupied.”

she shyly waved at jaemin, muttering a ‘sorry’ for interrupting.

“it’s okay,” he chuckled as he caught you rolling your eyes.

you huffed, glaring at yunjin. “so you interrupted my call to tell me this, why?”

“so rude, this one, isn’t she?” yunjin joked to jaemin, earning herself a light slap on the arm from you.

“says you? you literally interrup—”

“girl, calm down. i was just gonna tell you we’ve got free dinner.”

“free what now?” you raised your brow, your annoyance quickly dissipating.

“hoon bought enough food for all of us. he knows we’re not all done with exams yet but he got a better deal by ordering the combo meals. the boys are getting plates out now, come on.”

“oh, sweet! i’ll be there in a sec,” you said, directing your gaze towards the door.

yunjin nodded, understanding your not-so-subtle signal and heading out, “okay, but be quick.”

you hummed in response, turning to jaemin as soon as she’d left, “so sorry about that.”

“don’t worry about it, free food is way more important.”

“ugh, you get it,” you laughed. “hey, seriously, thanks again for your help today. i know that listening to me teach you about the different theories of mind probably wasn’t your ideal way of spending the night, but i really do appreciate it.”

“of course, any time,” jaemin smiled, “plus, it really wasn’t as boring as you think it was with those silly analogies you kept throwing in. i’ll definitely remember the octopus example.”

you couldn’t help but smile, proud that he remembered the example you’d used and relieved that he enjoyed your little lecture.

“i’m glad they kept you entertained. i wish my prof did that, then maybe i would’ve learned it quicker.”

“you might be better off teaching the class yourself next time,” he teased. “now go enjoy your meal, professor. i’m sure it’ll taste better knowing you didn’t have to pay for or make it yourself.”

“oh, it will, i can’t wait, i can already smell it… i think it’s chinese!” you gasped, shaking your shoulders with excitement.

jaemin chuckled to himself at your reaction. “eat well and drink lots of water, oh, and try to go to sleep early! you need a good rest for tomorrow. good luck, i’m sure you’ll do amazing on your exam.”

“thank you so much, jaem. you take care too, okay? i’ll get going now, bye,” you waved, giving him one last grin before you went to end the call.

“bye bye,” he said, continuing to wave even after your face disappeared from the screen.

it was strange how, even though he’d just spent the last two hours talking to you, jaemin wanted… more. he shook his head, dismissing the calls of his heart and favouring his brain’s interpretation that he just liked your company instead.

but if he just liked your company, would he have sat through a voluntary lesson about a subject he didn’t care about whatsoever? would he have made a fool of himself just to make you laugh? would he have wished to be one of those loved ones you spoke so dearly of and kept mementos of?

if he ‘just liked your company’, would he be considering taking that leap of faith for you?

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Healing Hearts PT.4 | Virgil van Dijk

Would a fresh start bring you more than just a new job?

T/W: mention of blood, harassment.

WC: 3.368

Summary: Y/N L/N is a very skilled and praised physiotherapist. A certain event pushing her for a fresh start, as a physiotherapist for Liverpool FC. One question always being in the back of her mind: Will she be able to let go of her past and allow herself to experience new things?

I get out of my car, taking my heavy bag with me as I park in the Anfield Stadium garage. I turn around and see the players and staff get out of the team bus. I take a deep breath, exhaling slowly. It was practically my first game day at Liverpool. Making me slightly nervous at the thought.

I walk inside, as all the players have gone in. The speakers were loudly blasting music. I look around curiously before I get called by Dr. Davis. I glance at him, seeing him standing next to the locker room.

"You arrived smoothly I hope?" He questions.

"Oh yeah it was easy!" I laugh. 

"Alright, let me show you around quickly."

He guides me through the place, showing me the most important room: the medical room. 

We enter the room, it consists of two treatment beds, a sink with multiple built in cabinets, and not to forget a huge flat screen TV to watch the match on. I check the cabinets, reaching for the ones above my head. I nod my head satisfied. "Nice place, I'll definitely will be able to help out to my upmost ability." I beam. "Oh we know you will. I've heard a lot about you y/n. You're definitely going to help us out this season and in the future." He compliments. My heart warms at his compliment. We chat some more about the stadium before he checks his watch.

"Oh the guys will start warming up now. Follow me." I follow him out of the room, walking along the famous tunnel onto the pitch.

"Wow, this never gets old." I mumble, admiring the stadium. We walk up to the players, greeting them. They start warming up thoroughly. We watch the players carefully, looking for any signs of injuries. 

As I'm studying the players' movements my eyes catches Virgil's focused eyes. My heart practically leaps into my throat at the look he's giving me. I avert my gaze immediately, looking at a different player, trying act like nothing had happened. I glance back swiftly to see he's not looking anymore. I breathe out a sigh of relief before, Dr. Woods starts talking to me about something I half listened to.

We all walk back some minutes later so the other team can warm up. We walk through the tunnel as I hear Klopp greeting Bournemouths manager Iraola. I raise my head to watch. The guys walking slower to witness the interaction. They're so damn nosy, can't blame them though.

I'm minding my business talking to Ibo about his warm up before I hear my name being shouted in a thick Spanish accent. I look up, my eyes widening like a dear in headlights. Iraola is walking towards me with a smile on his face. I glance around me, seeing both staff and the players staring at me, confused.

The manager walks up to me, pulling me into an embrace. Why is this man hugging me like I'm his long lost daughter? My face contours into a confused one, accidentally making eye contact with Virgil again. He doesn't look very happy.

Iraola pulls away, a smile plastered on his lips.

"How have you been? How is Theo doing?" Then it clicked.

I had met him at a dinner when I was Theo's plus one. He had talked my ear off all night, drunkenly explaining multiple strategies on how he'd make sure Barcelona would win the league title again, after learning I worked there. Thankfully, that night had ended with me and Theo arguing, so I went home earlier.

I force a smile on my face replying to him. "I've been doing great. About Theo, we broke up some time ago. I'm sure he's doing fine." I fiddle with my sleeves, the vibe turning awkward.

"Oh- thats shocking you were together for so long. I taught you'd get married." My heart practically breaks at his words, feeling that aching sensation in my chest. My face flushing slightly.

"Well that's life I guess." I reply, trying to hide my pained expression. He places a hand on my shoulder. "You'll be fine. I heard his mother was getting ready to step down and make him chairman. Do you know if that's true?"

I fight the torturing urge to roll my eyes, opting to force a smile. "Oh I'm not sure, good for him though." I reply. I actually would rather see him get eaten alive by a hippo to be fully honest. He pats my shoulder before saying goodbye.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, thanking the heavens he left. I glance around seeing the players have left. Did they hear everything?

I walk into the medical room, sitting on my chair. I check the time. Only half an hour left for kick off.

I think back to the conversation again. I can't help but let tears well up in my eyes. Trying to hold them back from falling, but failing to as I let some tears roll down my cheek. He thought we'd get married? Well fuck he wasn't the only one. I let out quiet sobs, trying to muffle my sadness.

Suddenly, the door flies open. My eyes widen and my breath hitches in my throat. Of course, it had to be Virg. His expression softens, looking at me with wandering eyes. He locks the door, walking up to me as I try to quickly wipe my tears. 

"y/n? What's wrong." I avert my gaze embarrassed, this really had to happen right now? "I'm fine-" he removes my hands from my face. Caressing my hand softly with his thumb, and for the second time today my heart leaps into my throat again.

"Was it Iraola? How do you know him? Did he make you uncomfortable?" He shoots out questions, his expression is irked at the last one. His eyes gaze into my teary, red ones, I can't help but stare back. He breaks the eye contact, grabbing a tissue from the dispenser and handing it to me.

I wipe my tears, trying to assure him I'm fine. "I'm okay, I met him through an ex boyfriend. I promise it's just something personal." He looks at me for a second, before deciding to not probe any further. "Alright then, I'll be here if you need to share something."

Why is he acting like we're close? I mean, I'm just one of the physiotherapists, and we've known each other for- a week? "You should get back to the locker room. Or did you have something you wanted to ask since you came here?"

He shakes his head immediately, his gaze lingering on my face. "You looked sad when you walked away from Iraola, so I thought he did something." He states. 

"Oh- you should get back then." He nods, leaving the room again. I notice my heart pounding like it was going to escape my chest. Trying to distract myself, I start to rummage through the cabinets, looking for anything that could be important.

Half-time break just started, I walk out of the room as I see the guys walk in. They look tired but still manage to give me small smiles. Us physiotherapists continue to ask the players about their condition before they have to get back on the pitch.

The second half has a rocky start as Alexis is given a red card by the referee. My eye widen as I can hear the stadium erupt in protests throughout the walls. The team now having to continue the game with ten men.

Luis also having a slight muscle injury a couple minutes before the end of the game, despite playing amazing the entire game. 

Though, winning doesn't seem very difficult with the saves Ali had been making, the match ending with a 3-1 for Liverpool.

I walk out of the medical room again, walking onto the pitch seeing the guys talk to some other players, thanking them for playing. I walk up to someone familiar, it's Neto. Keeper of Bournemouth, he used to play at Barcelona. He smiles at me, giving me a quick hug as we chat for a bit.

We bid each other goodbye as we retreat back into the locker room. The guys talking about the game. "Dr. y/n? Why do you know everyone?" I flicker my eyes to Andy. A smile on my lips, pretending to think. "Because I worked with them and I'm like able?" I joke, he rolls his eyes before speaking again. "Of course, yeah-"

I change the topic. I look around cheekily, before whispering. "In no way was that a red right?"

He glances at me nodding, but placing finger on his lips as if to not talk right now. I laugh at his mannerisms. The guys walk into the locker rooms, changing and freshening up.

I grab my bag, walking out to the parking garage. Seeing the teams buses still there, as I see the wives and girlfriends of the guys wait in front of their cars. I give them a warm smile, which they return before I start walking towards my car parked all the way in the back. 

I open my trunk placing my heavy bag there before walking back to my drivers door. I'm about to step in until I'm stopped by someone poking at my back. I turn around, my face clad with confusion. It's a older guy dressed in a Bournemouth shirt, how the hell did he get in here?

He glances at my shirt noticing the Liverpool F.C. logo. "Oh so you work for them?" He says in a menacing tone. I don't answer his question. "Sir, you shouldn't be in here. I'm going to ask you to leave before I get security involved." I say sternly, trying to choose my words carefully to not piss him off. He places a hand on my shoulder creepily caressing my throat with is fingertips. "Come on pretty lady, let me get some compensation for losing." My brows raise at his words, glancing for anyone else in the garage. Fuck, why did I park all the way here?

His hands travel to my face as he holds onto my jaw. I freeze in fear, what the hell do I do?

"Come on, let's just have some fun hm." My breath hitches as his hands start to travel down. I'm practically shaking in fear at this point. I do the only thing I can think of: bite. I lunge at his arm, biting it as hard as I can.

The man loudly yells a string of cuss words before raising his hand and planting a harsh slap on my face. His ring cutting my flesh. I flinch as he raises his hand again closing my eyes. I'm waiting for the impact but it never comes, instead hearing some shuffling and multiple cuss words.

I peer out of my closed eyes, being greeted by an insane sight. It's Virgil, holding onto the man while he's practically sitting on him. I can't help but freeze and stare at them. Hearing Virgil cuss at him. "You piece of shit. How dare you get in here let alone harass someone?" He yells for security quickly as the man is hoisted up by them. Virgil explains the situation quickly before he looks towards me.

My body is trembling slightly from shock, hissing as the cut on my cheeks stings. He walks up to me, engulfing me in a tight hug. I can't help but let a few tears fall, sobbing into his chest. This had to be one of my worst days ever.

"You're okay, you're okay." He repeats, the garage is silent apart from the small noises of my sobs. He runs his hands along my back trying to soothe me. Muttering reassuring words.

I pull away after some time. Noticing a bloodstain on his shirt. "Your shirt-" "It's fine, let's get you back home hm?" I nod before he stops me from opening the driver's door.

"You shouldn't be driving in this state. Let me take you home?" I look up at him, his chocolate eyes sweet and laced with concern. I nod once more, handing him my keys before walking towards the passengers seat. He follows me around opening my door for me and putting my seat belt on for me. My face flushes a little at the proximity, though I doubt he could see it as my face was already red from crying.

He motions for me to fill my address into the navigation system. Telling me to duck a little as we pass the crowd around the stadium.

It's almost six, the streets a little calmer as we continue driving to my home. "What did you think of the match? Did you like it? It was better than watching a Barcelona game, right?" He jokes with a smirk on his lips, probably trying to distract me from what just happened. "It was good yeah, though, I'll have to see some more games before I give my opinion on that." I chuckle.

We arrive at my home after thirty minutes of driving, the faint sounds of the radio calming me down. We get out of my car as he offers to take me upstairs, I accept solely, so I can get up safe.

We get to my front door as I rummage through my bag fishing my keys out of it. Opening the door inviting him in for some tea, it's the least I could do after he got me out of that situation. He accepts, I guide him into my living room, telling him to be comfortable.

I go into the kitchen after discarding my bag in my room. Turning on the the kettle. I walk back into my living room, joining him on the couch.

"Your house is nice, I love the view." He says gazing out of my windows. I chuckle, his house is probably ten times the size of mine. "Thank you. I was stressing about the interior but I think it ended up looking great." I beam, lifting my hand to lean my head on it, though I flinch at a painful feeling on my face. Shit, I forgot about the cut on my cheek. I pull my hand away from my face, my hand now covered with dried blood bits.

"Oh you should get that treated before- hold on let me-" He leans forward, placing a hand on my jaw, tilting his head to get a better look at the cut. His hands are a little cold, making the hairs on my body stand up.

"You have a first aid kit right?" I nod, his hand still on my jaw. "It's in the bathroom-" I stand up to walk into the bathroom, realizing he's following me there. We get to the bathroom, I tiptoe to reach the cabinet above my head, snatching it after jumping up slightly. I can hear him chuckle right behind me.

I turn around, his tall frame towering over me. I clear my throat before waving the first aid kit in front of his face. "Got it!"

I place it down on the counter rummaging through it for gauze and antiseptic cream. He stops me, grabbing the gauze out of my hand, his finger tips grazing my palm. "I'll do it- let me-" He gently hoists me up by my waist, placing me on the bathroom counter carefully. I fight the way my jaw almost slacks open due to shock. Looking away immediately. If he was someone else I would've yelled, but I didn't mind whatever this was.

He cleans my cut, carefully applying the gauze and bandage on my face while holding onto my jaw gently. I glance at him, his face close to mine. My eyes travel down his side profile, his eyes are focused on my cheek. His eyelashes flutter against his cheekbones and his soft breaths on my face putting me in a daze. My eyes fluttering shut from relaxation and exhaustion of the day.

"It's done." He says a while later, my tired eye's snapping open again. "Thank you." I mumble my voice tired. He reaches up to remove a strand of hair stuck to the bandage on my cheek, chuckling as he studies my face. "You must be tired. You should go to bed after I leave." I nod, my sight a little blurry as I try to blink away the sleep.

I get off of the counter, leading him into the kitchen. He protests saying I should just go to bed instead of offering him tea. I refuse, he had to at least drink a cup, just, so I could show him my appreciation.

I slide the freshly steeped cup of tea towards him.  Walking around to sit with him at the kitchen counter.

"You're okay right? I'm sure you're still shaken up." He asks softly after taking a sip of his tea. I glance up at him from my cup, a tranquil expression on my face. "I'm fine, it wasn't totally horrible thanks to you." I say. "Still you must've been scared. I'm so sorry on behalf of the club, I mean it was your first game day you should've had an amazing time. I would also advise you to press charges, I mean we have cameras to prove it." He suggests in a soft tone.

"Virg, it's fine, I'm fine. The guy was probably drunk. Let's just forget about it, thats probably for the better." His nickname slips past my lips easily, like I had been using it the entire time. He studies my face for a moment. "Okay I'll drop it if that's what you want." 

A comfortable silence settles between us, as we sip away at our tea. "I should go, it's getting late and I need to rest for tomorrow." He says. I raise a brow, "You're taking a taxi back home?" He nods. I stand up following him out. He gives me a hug, turning around to step out as I wave at him.

I close my door, leaning against it. Sighing as I take in the days events.

I yawn, taking a sip of my coffee, greeting Clara at the front desk with a long hug. "What's up with you? You look like you haven't slept." I pull away from her giving her a look. "Thank you for the compliment." I smile sarcastically, giving her a sickly sweet smile. "Come on, you know what I mean." She insists.

"I just haven't been sleeping properly since that incident happened. I don't know I just feel weird being home alone." I confess. I had told her everything that had happened that day, she literally became my work best friend in two weeks.

I had been totally focused on working the last few days, trying to get my mind off of everything that happened last Saturday. I had a few interactions with Virgil. I couldn't help but feel a little awkward around him after he left my house, something in my heart wanting to keep a distance. I don't feel fully comfortable with getting close to a man right now, not after a horrible break up.

Clara pulls me closer to her for another hug, running her hands up and down my arm comfortingly. "You'll be fine I promise." We share some more words before we're interrupted by the players walking in, giving us weird looks at the way we are hugging.

"You girls dating or something?" We hear someone yell in a Scouser accent. We pull away from our hug, turning to see Curtis and Harvey.

I roll my eyes at his comment deciding to play along. "No, just got married actually." I give him a  sarcastic smile. Curtis and me just had to bicker with each other at least once a day.

I check the time turning back to the guys. "You guys should go, before your bank account is harmed." I tease, referring to the late fines.

They check the time, their eyes widening before they bolt towards the locker room. Clara and me sharing a laugh at their surprise.

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Wants Within | S. Shinazugawa | Chapter 15

✦ Sanemi Shinazugawa x femReader!, college au, reader is adult

✦ Synopsis: You're a college student taking classes with a very strict lecturer- professor Shinazugawa. Because of an unfortunate event you got on his bad side so now you're trying everything to regain in his eyes. Well, you most certainely didn't expect that kind of attention.

✦ Word count: 2,1k

18+, minors do not interact

''Can we also stay in touch?'' He asked out of the blue.

''Huh?'' You were taken aback. Why did so many people want to be friends with you today? ''I mean, uh, I don't know what to say.'' You scratched your head in embarrassment and Zenitsu looked at his shoes, his cheeks bright red. ''Why would you want that? I'm a weird person, doing... weird, you know what I mean, things and you only met me like a few hours ago.''

He didn't look at you, instead he gave the sky a longing glance. You heard him inhale deeply and a wheezing sound came out as he exhaled.

''We, I mean me and my friends that you met, are also a bit weird.'' He was talking quietly. ''Maybe we don't look like that but... mmm, uh, I don't know. You just clicked.'' Zenitsu crossed his arms on his chest. ''I don't have a lot of friends and I don't want to miss the opportunity to find someone that... doesn't... make fun of... me.'' The last part was merely a whisper.

You looked at him, his stance was off, like he was trying to hide within himself. His cheeks were red, eyes averting your gaze and his breath heavy, it was obvious he was trying to keep his ventilation steady. He must have been very anxious.

''So you would want to be friends even after I tell you that I lied to Tanjiro about that exercise, that I used him to get to you just to talk to you?'' You didn't have the heart to lie to him.

''I wouldn't be brave enough to do something like that... but if I could I would do the same in your situation.'' The blonde finally looked at you and you saw no malice in his eyes.

''Wow, you're something!'' Feeling the air lighten you cracked a small smile.

Maybe keeping close to the group wouldn't be such a nuisance in the end. At least you would have an eye on them... and you could really make some new friends.

''If you'll really accept me like that, then why not. Let's give it a chance.'' You took out your hand for him. ''I'm Y/N L/N, nice to meet you.''

He shook your hand with a small smile and the two of you took off, chatting a bit before you went your way.

Little did you know that someone was watching you from the university window, wondering what the two of you could be talking about.

-

Later on you met with Shinazugawa. You came to his office and he closed the door behind you.

''And what?'' He didn't even say any 'hello'.

''I talked to him.'' You answered.

''... and?'' He was very impatient.

''And he said he won't tell anyone because it's not his business. You told me that in his opinion I don't get any university related benefits from... that, so he doesn't care what I do in my free time.''

Shinazugawa gave you a glance, leaning on the office desk. He sighed deeply, undoing yet another button of his shirt and grabbing a paper to fan himself. He obviously lost his cool here. You understanded him damn well. You could just change universities, he could lose his hard earned career.

''I will also stay in contact with these guys.'' You added after a moment of silence. ''I don't want to spy on them or anything like that, they seem cool and asked me out.''

The whitehaired gave you another, raised brow look.

''They asked you out? The only thing that you do is work and study.'' Ouch, that hurt.

''Well, yes, they did. Actually one dude asked for my phone number and the blonde one told me personally that he would like to know me.'' You started to defend your hurt ego.

You didn't know what was going on in Shinazugawa's head because he paused for a second, just looking at you. Then, he straightened out and came closer to you. His lips met your in a semi-passionate kiss. His body kept it cool, not particularly touching you but his tongue told otherwise. It was exploring your lips like the other night.

You were out of your mind, enjoying the moment way too much. He was just so absorbing, so handsome, well built and cocky. Placing your hands on his chest you felt his muscles. A moan escaped your lips and you jumped away from him in fear.

''Too loud!'' You whisper shouted, cupping your mouth.

''You idio... nevermind. The doors and walls are soundproof. Like in any other place at the university. If they weren't everyone would hear everyone else. Imagine writing a test like that.'' He said.

Oh, that makes sense.

You nodded your head feeling blood rushing to your cheeks. Once again you came out stupid in front of him.

''But I'm happy to see, you are concerned about the right things.'' Shinazugawa went back to his desk and sat on his chair motioning for you to do the same.

Taking the place in front of him, you looked him in the eye, not knowing what was going on.

''Was that a one-time thing?'' The whitehaired asked you in a serious tone.

''I... I don't know.'' You were honest with him, you had no idea.

''Okay, than what would you say if I told you that I wouldn't want it to be a one-time thing.'' He looked you dead in the eye.

Your breath got trapped in your throat as you processed what he just said. Your mind was screaming yes and no at the same time. You wanted it badly, your crush on him still painfully present, but the fear of getting caught...

''I'll give you time to think about it, you don't need to answer me now. I just wanted to tell you that if you want I can give you my personal phone number, you wouldn't have to be scared of writing. Also the New Year's Eve was unfortunate, but we could be... more careful next time.'' Something behind his eyes made you nod your head.

''But why?'' The question slipped out of your lips before you could think.

Yet it was so important to you. Why did he want to have such a relationship with you? He was a godly-looking young man with a great career and could have someone way better than a Patric the Starfish-looking, broke student.

He was about to say something but the door swung open. Professor Rengoku came in with a bright smile plastered on his face.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...'' He spotted you.

The two of you blinked a few times at each other.

''Well hello there young lady.'' He greeted you.

''Rengoku you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door.'' Shinazugawa sighed, the open, kinda tender side you saw just a moment before was long gone. ''He knows Miss Y/N.''

Your jaw dropped to the ground and you felt like Professor Rengoku's gaze changed. It was of course just your feeling because the energetic man didn't hold anything against the whole situation. Moreover, he was happy for his friend! You looked like such a nice and caring girl.

-

The blonde made his way through the university hallways, smiling at everyone. Students smiled back at him and greeted wherever he would go. He felt pure love for this place.

It was another beautiful sunny day, even though it was winter, there was literally no sun, and it was freezing cold outside. Nevertheless, the sun never set in Rengoku's heart! He loved his job, he loved the students, he loved his friends. He was a ball of good energy that rubbed on anyone he would encounter. Because of that the world treated him with the same amount of love, or at least that's what he would say to himself.

As he made his way around the campus, he saw a familiar figure. You were standing in front of a lecture room. Other people were standing in groups, chatting and laughing, but you were all alone. Your only company was the science book in your hand.

Rengoku felt as if someone hit him in the face. He was just about to go to you and ask if by any means your day wasn't absolutely fabulous, and if not, how could he help you change it, but someone stopped him.

A group of girls circled you and started ranting about something. You quickly caught up on the topic, smiling and laughing. After a short while you all waved you goodbyes and they went on, leaving you with the book again.

So you weren't all alone, you were just studying.

Another slap in the face, this time from a memory. He saw his best friend, sitting in the cafeteria alone, studying something as he was eating. He was always so serious and focused on his work, even though he was so much fun, at least for Rengoku. In Rengoku's mind you and Sanemi looked alike.

He felt his chest rise and an electric shock bolt through his spine. Right now, he knew what he had to do.

Maybe Shinazugawa wasn't the one to ask for help but that didn't mean he didn't need it. When the whitehaired asked Rengoku what he thought about the one-night stand with you he didn't think much about it. It was okay, why not, you were pretty. What really questioned him was, why Shinazugawa started to maintain a relationship with you. Rengoku had a feeling that the answer was quite obvious.

He decided that he would talk to Sanemi the very same day.

Later on Rengoku found his way to Shinazugawa's office and not expecting anyone in particular he slammed the door open.

''Shinazugawa, may I ask about...''

There you were, sitting beside Sanemi's desk, looking at Rengoku as if you saw a ghost. The only thing that the blonde wanted to do was to pat your head, hug you to his muscular chest and tell you that everything will be okay, that Professor Rengoku is here and will help you with whatever problem you've got so that the light in your heart never fades. But that would be called sexual harrasment so he restrained himself.

''Well hello there young lady.''

''Rengoku, you don't have to be like that, and please, close the door. He knows Miss Y/N.''

Now you looked like you saw two ghosts and it physically hurt Rengoku that he caused someone such distress.

''It's fine you lady, I'm so very happy to meet you finally.'' He thought to himself that maybe acting like he in fact didn't know would work.

''Uh, good evening... um.'' Much to Rengoku's displeasure the girl got up, packed her stuff and started to leave.

''I'll think about it and I promise to give you an answer soon, professor.'' With that you left.

Sanemi glanced at Rengoku furious for destroying the moment.

''What?'' The blonde asked.

''Why the fuck did you have to pop up at this exact moment. Why the fuck didn't you take the hint and leave.'' The whitehaired standed up, his palms gripping the desk.

''And why are you so angry about me destroying the moment?'' This threw Shinazugawa off the track. He plopped down on the seat with a shocked expression. It was a rare sight to see Sanemi so out of speech. ''Hm?'' Rengoku pursued.

''Nevermind.'' The whitehaired spat out, looking the other way.

''I actually think this is kind of important.'' The blonde smiled a wide grin. ''Tell me Sanemi, why do you risk your career to meet with a girl that you still refer to as only a one-night stand. That one night already passed, you should let it go. Unless, you werent honest when you said she is just a one-night stand. What is so special about her Sanemi?'' Rengoku purred, both of them sitting in Shinazugawa's office after you left. The snow falling in the dark behind the window. ''Does she have a magical vagina? If she does we should have a threesome, I want to see.''

''What?'' Shinazugawa sweatdropped. ''No, her vagina is nor... what are we even talking about!''

''Then why?''

Sanemi realised what game Rengoku was playing and it got on his nerves. Yet, he had to admit, it was something he was thinking about. Why did the thought of you disappearing after you got what you wanted hurt him?

''I don't know.'' The whitehaired sighed.

''Maybe you could use some advice?''

Shinazugawa only glanced from under his messy hair and rolled his eyes.

''Maybe you have a crush?'' The blonde asked.

''I'm not in love.'' Sanemi spat out.

''I don't say it's love. It may be just an innocent crush.'' Rebgoku spread his hands in the air. ''Next time you meet, don't just bang, talk to her.''

''How do you know we will meet next time? You actually came in the middle of her saying if she wants to or not.''

''Let's just say I have a feeling.'' 

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🕷️ I'mma Do My Own Thing 🕷️

The noise was constant. 

This place- the place where the cops shoved all the bad guys and threw away the key- served as a perpetual reminder of everything. Everyone hated Spider Woman here. The cops. The people behind bars. Even the general public seemed to be conflicted. 

If my Peter was still here, none of this would have happened. Gwen thought to herself miserably. 

It hadn’t taken long for Captain Stacy to palm her off to a fresh-faced set of recruits. He’d hardly been able to look his daughter in the eye. Did he even consider her as his daughter any more? If he’d seen how the awful event had unfolded… if she’d just chosen the right words to explain it all, maybe he’d have understood. But he didn’t. Now he was gone. And so was everyone else. 

There was a stranger in the bookings booth, clicking the tip of his pen anxiously as his gaze flitted to the form in his hand for guidance before looking back to Gwen. 

“Any gang affiliations?”

“Oh, yeah. I can control spiders.” Gwen riposted flatly, fixing the booking officer with an unwavering stare. The young man hesitated for a moment, before scribbling a note on his form for good measure. 

“Anyone that might wanna hurt you in there?”

“Only all the guys I helped you arrest.” And maybe my dad, Gwen thought to herself bitterly. 

More scribbling. 

“Medical history?” 

“A spider bit me, this one time.” 

The officer’s head dipped back to his form. Gwen was certain the last word written was followed by a question mark. 

“Emergency contact?”

“Captain George Stacy.” 

–

The noise was constant. 

But the thing about constant noise was that you grew used to how it sounded. You learned what The Vulture sounded like when he snored across the hall. You could tune out Screwball babbling to a brick he’d etched a face into. You didn’t flinch whenever you heard the Jackal having another one of his laughing episodes. So when the pitch of noise shifted, so did everyone in their cell. 

An alarm was sounding somewhere in a distant hall. From the back of her cell, Gwen listened. This was a dangerous prison with a bunch of bad guys in it. There were a million reasons an alarm could be going off. Burned toast. Someone accidentally let two guys that hate each other out of their cells at the same time. Someone attacking a guard. These things happened a lot, and they weren’t worth watching. Everyone watched everyone in here. And the thing about watching, was that you were never the only one doing it. It was only a matter of time before someone started watching back. 

Gwen had learned to ignore the perpetual sense of danger. Everyone in here knew who she was- who Spider Woman was. So what? Everyone that mattered wanted nothing to do with Spider Woman, anyway. The longer she stewed on it, the more it started to feel like they were all right. Peter, Miles, her dad, Miguel, Jess…intentional or not, it always went wrong. Maybe that was just how Gwen Stacy’s canon was always supposed to go. 

A chorus of whooping started to build from outside. That was…unusual. Was someone important paying a visit? A sudden pool of dread began to build in Gwen’s stomach at the thought of Captain Stacy finally braving the sight of his daughter behind bars for some kind of conversation. There was nowhere to run here. There were only so many useless items to toss or pretend to busy herself with to avoid looking at him.

The dread didn’t budge, but the tingling sense that often preempted their interactions was weirdly absent. 

Okay, so the commotion outside was safe. Nothing to do with her. 

Just stay away from the door and don’t draw attention to yourself. No biggie. 

The shape of someone moved from outside, blocking some of the light filtering into the cell. Stubbornly, Gwen remained on her bunk, forcing her gaze to stick to the ceiling. 

…Nothing. 

A defensive hint of tension began to creep into Gwen’s shoulders. Was this guy trying to look in? Had he been gawking at the people in all the other cells too?

“You know, you can go to prison for that.” Gwen remarked wryly before getting up to direct her very best ‘screw off’ glare towards–

The Prowler?

"...Shoot." The word tumbled reflexively from her mouth.

…Oh. Well this was awkward. 

No choice but to roll with it.

“Huh. And they said there was no one on my visitation list.” The spider remarked mildly in spite of the muscle memory that neatened her stance into something poised and ready.

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