#his name is right fucking there as well as his company and phone number

[yanderestarangel]

HEADKANONS MORTAL KOMBAT | "WHAT IS THE SEXUAL DIFFERENCE WITH THE S/O OF THE TWO JOHNNY CAGE?"

TW: afab anatomy, aggressive sex, age gap, fluff, v!sex, degradation, possessive sex, red flags, dilf johnny cage, mk1 and mk11 canon spoilers, pet names, smut, daddykink.

↺ OLD JOHNNY CAGE - MK11 ↺

He is the typical hot dilf man you meet at the grocery store buying groceries and talking about how expensive they are, starting a conversation with you in line while working up the courage to ask you out, but forgetting to ask for your number.

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - would take it slow with you not wanting to scare you, his company was relaxing and calming, making you feel safe and secure. He likes to tell dad jokes, after all, he is one, but he wouldn't mind going out with you, someone who is practically his daughter's age, after all, he knows he's better than a lot of young guys out there. He is a man who lived a lot, after his marriage and death he knew how to act and how to really please his partner.

He would talk to you on the phone sometimes before the date, just to get to know you even more.

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - will pick you up at home with his car, it's not something luxurious, after all, he became detached from luxury as soon as he married Sonia and joined the military.

He would take you to a fine restaurant in the city, being a gentleman pulling out the chair for you to sit, and making you comfortable enough to talk to him. He wouldn't bring up the subject of Sonia's death, because it was a painful subject, he would always love her, but now he had to move on with his life, and if you wanted, it could be with you.

He knows he's seductive, even though he's 56 years old, he looks much younger too, always wearing shirts that expose his physique, especially his biceps, but he does it naturally, with a heartthrob charm, something he knows well be.

He likes to buy you dinners, being a gentleman, not out of pride but because he likes to see your smile on your face, but if you want to be independent go ahead, he likes people with attitude.

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - would make you an announcement like "Hey, we've been hanging out together for a while, how about making it official sweetie? Will you be my boyfriend/girlfriend?" -He just said, looking at you, while taking a promise ring out of his pocket, giving you the choice of whether it was his or not. If you say "yes" get ready for a crazy ride with a crazy hot old man.

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - is a man with an above average libido for his age, he knows how to take care of you, loving to eat out, especially if you call him "my old man" he took that nickname for himself, so you can expect Johnny discreetly rubbing his hips against you with his pulsing cock full of semen, ready to fill you up, while whispering softly in your ear: "-Fuck baby, look what you did to your old man... Making my cock hard like that , you know Daddy is going to fuck you now right?”

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - is a soft dom, he likes to dominate you, see you whimper beneath him, but he will always prioritize your pleasure first, always working on your clitoris with his mouth and fingers - he knows how to suck extremely well, curling his fingers inside gives your pussy, even if you like it, doing a tongue job on your ass, he also loves anal, so if you let him, he will fuck you in all the holes, with a constant rhythm, dominant but affectionate -

You won't get a punishment from him, don't even try, he's a trained man, if you try to make him jealous so he can fuck you roughly - even moaning another name in bed won't help - Johnny will just laugh and shrug his shoulders -

"-Baby, I'm too old for this, it won't help, if you want me to be ruder, just say ok?" -Cage would say, smiling at you while winking, it was true, if you wanted aggressive sex, just say so, but your dilf boyfriend would guarantee that you wouldn't be able to walk for a long time.

He likes to praise you during sex, not being a big fan of degradation, but if you want, he can mix the two.

"My beautiful little slut"

"You're a good slut with a beautiful pussy, you know that?"

"Such a naughty prince/princess... I love your little pussy in my fucking cock..."

"Yes take my dick like the good boy/girl you are."

He likes to cum all over you, breasts, ass, pussy, belly, thighs and face, everything needs to be properly marked for him.

OLD!JOHNNY CAGE - who likes to fuck you in every corner of the house, lifting you in his arms while he hits your hard dick against your clitoris, making you squirm on his dick - he's vasectomized, meaning you don't need to worry in getting pregnant by him - he will fill you with cum, praising you for taking everything he gave you - "-Yes... my good boy/girl, taking all your old man's cum with that beautiful pussy, you deserve a reward you know? " -

↺ NEW JOHNNY CAGE - MK1 ↺

He is much softer in personality, he likes to see everything with joy in his eyes, even if they are serious matters. He would be the kind of guy you would randomly talk to on the subway, and yes, he did bring up the subject with you while smiling and lowering his sunglasses to get a better look at you.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - would get your number quickly, saying that you two can go out one day if you want - he doesn't really care if you recognize him as a movie actor or not, he liked you as a person and wants to get to know you a lot better - And in a few weeks of conversation, he will already be in love with you, waiting for your call or notification from you, he will bother you a lot too, more than 30 messages in less than 2 hours if you don't respond to him.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - will pick you up at your door in a luxurious sports car, saying that he got your address from a friend from the FBI - Yes, it was Kenshi - and that he was going to take you shopping with him, you hadn't even showered yet.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - will give you a prince/princess day, buying everything you want, without hesitation. He was also going to use the opportunity to vent about how he felt after the divorce with Cris, while smiling looking at you, mentally thanking you for having you in his life, he is a lonely man, even with some friends, he feels empty, probably because of his daddy issues, but he won't show weakness to you, at least not at first.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - who will beg you to sleep in his mansion, having a "girls night" with him and you watching several cliché films - films even from the beginning of his career - while he and you walk around in silk pajamas combining for the mansion. He also likes to take care of himself, that is, get ready to take care of his hair, whether it's helping him moisturize, coloring his hair or giving him skin care. Johnny will also let you test your makeup skills on him, taking lots of photos with weird and silly filters afterwards.

He will also ask you to be a boyfriend/boyfriend much quicker, a few dinners and caresses later and Johnny will be on your feet. His proposal will be in person, with him holding a big bouquet of roses and winking at you in a cheesy way, but he was visibly nervous, shaking and sweating a little, especially his bottom lip.

"-I wanted to do this in person (Y/N)... I just- fuck-" Johnny tries to speak, still nervous, while taking a few breaths, finally recovering his posture. "-Will you date me?" He finally continues the request, nervous and afraid of rejection, but if you accept him he will let out a sigh of relief, and then you will have to calm him down, because he will be pale from being so nervous.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - He fucks you slowly the first few times, soft jazz music played in the background of the five-star hotel room you were staying in that weekend, it was the first time you had sex, and he was controlling himself so as not to hit you hard On the mattress, he felt his hips sway with each sweet moan that left your lips, he held you tighter and started to pick up the pace even more. His eyes were closed and he seemed to feel the heat rising inside him. His moans were driving him crazy.

"-Oh Lord..." Johnny Cage whispered, as if he wanted you to hear how good you made him feel, he held your hands tightly and started moving even faster. His breathing was heavy. "-Please...tell me to go faster baby, please."

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - Who is extremely jealous, you can't make him jealous, this will end with Johnny having aggressive possessive sex with you, holding your head against the mattress with expensive sheets, slightly suffocating you. His pulsing cock was pounding into your uterus at a punishing and painful pace. "-Look at you (Y/N)." he sneered, his voice full of disdain.

"-A pathetic, desperate slut, begging for release. Did you honestly think you could find satisfaction with anyone other than me? That anyone else could make you feel the way I do?" -He turned you around, forcing you to face him, Johnny was sweaty, his gaze was pure hatred and jealousy. "-You disgust me" he spat in your face as he took your lips in an aggressive kiss that left you breathless, his tone full of contempt. "-You thought you could show off your body and tempt others? Thinking you could get away with it? No, my precious, there are consequences for your actions." Cage accelerated the movements of his dick in your wetness, while he growled between moans, taking his hands to your breasts and squeezing them.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - who likes a bit of everything, you can pin him with your wrists to the bed, and use his dick for your pleasure, with his mouth gagged with your panties, watching you enjoy him, while he begs for you, so you can let him cum inside the heat of your pussy, tearing up as he looks at you, whimpering against the fabric in his mouth.

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - who even though he loves seeing you on top, loves even more being a hard!dom and fucking you with all the accumulated lust he has, hitting his dick on your pussy, rubbing the tip of his fat dick on your clitoris to make you squirm, who loves to run his hand over the bulge that his dick makes in your belly, while he enters your pussy and makes you tremble, he loves to degrade you, making you always be his submissive.

"-Look at you, completely wet, just begging for my cock."

"-Come for me. Show me how much you want my cock, how much you need me to fill you like the submissive whore you are."

"-I'm the only one who can use and pleasure that sweet pussy of yours."

"-You're nothing but a whore to me." "

"-Fucking hell- Yes... You're nothing but a pathetic little whore, begging for someone to fuck you, a pretty, pathetic whore for my dick."

"-That beautiful mouth of yours was made for just one thing: to give me pleasure. To worship every inch of my cock."

NEW!JOHNNY CAGE - Who will fuck you on top of the piles of money he earned, spread out on the mattress, messy - wolf of wall street style - while you feel the dollar bills scratch you, while he smiles at you, holding your thighs while your pussy swallows him. "-What will you want baby? a car? a Versace bag? another house in Malibu? anything you want, just moan and talk to daddy in that pretty voice, and I'll give you everything you want my prince/ Princess." He went back to fucking you, watching your breasts bounce as the money bills scattered across the floor, and you moaned in response to him.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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[finelinevogue]

the best thing

summary - you hate harry after that one night together, but when you need someone the most he will always be there

a/n : mentions of sexual assault, quite intense scenes, crying, angst, drunkeness

word count : +3.8k

pairing : ceo!harry x reader

You don’t know how you got here.

One minute you were eating crisps at home and watching reruns of Friends, then the next thing you know you’re at an exclusive event in the centre of London with your best friend; Leia.

Apparently, your best friend is now dating some actor who is in with all the A-list celebrities and so she can get into all these cool events now.

This party was hosted by none other than Harry Styles, billionaire and CEO of StylesTech. He happened to be the one man on Earth who you absolutely despised. Well, maybe he wasn’t the only one.

Harry became a celebrity when he got put on the front cover of GQ’s magazine for sexiest man alive four times. That’s right… four.

Harry was friends with James, your best friends new boyfriend, and had said she could also invite a plus one. The more the merrier was what Leia had said over the phone.

Now you were here.

Some rooftop bar in the heights of London. The lighting was very low, the music was very loud and the room was completely packed.

There was a dance floor where people were grinding more than dancing. There was a bar, which apparently was a free-bar. There was panoramic views of the city and tiny people below, making you feel like a Goddess up here in the clouds.

“We’re going to get drinks, you coming?” Leia asked you, James tugging on her hand to move them through the crowd.

“Yeah.” You nodded and grabbed onto her open hand.

You weaved through the crowds, apologising for people you bumped into.

You felt slightly too single here. Everyone seemed to be clinging onto someone and yet you were clinging on to a couple - third-wheeling to be precise.

When you reached the bar Leia and James ordered together, leaving you wait for another waiter to come to help you.

You waited a few more moments, before someone whistled behind you like they were calling over a dog.

“Oi, Henry. Serve this lady now.”

You turned around with a disgusted look on your face, only to be met with Harry Styles in front of you. He smirked at you when he noticed your facial expression.

You scoffed and turned back to Henry. “Don’t worry yourself about me. You can finish whatever job you were doing, hun.” You smiled at the young boy, who looked terrified of his boss behind you.

“No, he won’t.” Harry came and stood beside you. “She’ll have a vodka cranberry with ice.”

“She has a fucking name. Prick.” You mumbled the last word under your breath. “Sorry, Henry. I’ll actually have a Long Island Ice Tea, please. Thank you.”

Henry was off, probably to get away from Harry and make your drink.

“Sure your tolerance can handle a Long Island?” Harry laughed beside you.

“Don’t act like you know me, Harry.” You sneered his name.

“Oh, but I do know you. Don’t I? Know you very, very, well.”

You huffed, trying to not let his words effect you.

You knew exactly what he was talking about. Specifically, the night he was talking about. It had been one night back when you were working in a rival tech company. You had been issued to attend a conference weekend, there had been limited numbers of rooms and Harry - the gentleman at the time - had offered you a space in his room.

That night you had too many vodka cranberries and ended up sleeping with Harry that night - although not much literal sleeping actually happened.

The point of hatred for Harry occurred when he left in the morning after you’d confessed that you could see yourself liking him. You’d offered yourself to him for a date together and all he said was; ‘I don’t do seconds.’

Hence, the birth of the hatred for GQs sexiest man alive x4.

“That was one night, years ago. Wasn’t anything to remember.” You sneered.

You lied. It was actually one of the best nights of your life and no one has been as good since.

“Except it was. You didn’t scream that much because you were hating it.” Harry sipped on his glass of whiskey.

“You’re a fucking pig.” You grabbed your drink that Henry had given to you now. “Stay away from me, Harry.”

“Then why did you come to my party?”

“I’m here because of Leia, not you.”

You scoffed and walked off, leaving Harry leaning against the bar in his gorgeous suit to stare at you as you walked away.

The little black dress and heels would do wonders for the power walk away from him. He could see what he has been missing.

You saw Leia and James standing at a table and went over to join them.

“Hey.” You said on approach.

“Hey babes.” Leia smiled as James wrapped his arm around Leia’s waist.

“Cosmo?” You asked, pointing to Leia’s drink.

“You know it. And what the fuck did you get?”

“Long Island.”

“Do you even like them?” Leia laughed.

“No.”

“Then why—”

To prove a point. “Dunno.” You shrugged, taking a sip and feeling sick already from how disgusting the drink was.

“Oh hey man.” James unwrapped his arm around Leia to shake hands with someone. Unfortunately for you, it happened to be the one man you were trying to stay away from.

“Hey. How are you?” Harry asked as they bro hugged.

“Good, good yeah. This is my girlfriend, Leia.” James introduced her.

Leia smiled politely, shaking his hand, and you suddenly wished you’d told her that the story behind the ‘One-Night-Stand’ guy had been this guy. “Hello. Great party.”

“Thanks.”

“And this is Y/N, Leia’s best friend.” James introduced you, not realising that you didn’t need an introduction.

Harry stuck his hand out for you. If you didn’t shake it someone would know something is wrong, so you could your hand in Harry’s and tried to ignore the soft skin against yours. Instead, you tightly squeezed as if you were trying to strangle his hand.

“Lovely to meet you, Y/N.”

You just tightly smiled, not feeling like returning the sentiment.

“Have we met before? You look very… familiar.” Harry had the cheek to say to you. He was an evil man.

“No. You don’t really have a face that I’d remember.” You pulled your hand away from him in disgust.

“Oh really? I’m not sure if that’s a compliment or not.”

“It’s not.” You smiled, returning to your drink and trying not to gag with how awful it tasted.

“Uh, so, what are you drinking Harry?” Leia asked, clearly sensing some tension between you.

“Vodka cranberry.”

“Ah no way! That’s our Y/Ns favourite drink.” Leia smiled genuinely.

“How coincidental.” Harry faked a shocked face.

“Yeah. Truly.” You rolled your eyes.

“You two must be soulmates or something.”

“That would require two people going on an actual date.” You stabbed into the conversation.

“I guess..” Leia looked awkward now.

“Your capable of going on a date, aren’t you Harry?” You innocently questioned, turning to face him.

Harry’s nostrils flared and it looked like he was biting back from saying something brass. Instead of speaking, he shot back a good half of his drink.

“Lovely speaking to you, Leia. James, we’ll catch up in a bit.” Harry nodded his head to them both. You didn’t miss how he didn’t acknowledge you as he left the table in a hurry.

You breathed a sigh of relief after he’d gone.

“What the fuck was that about?” Leia asked you immediately.

“What?” You asked dumbly.

“You and Harry. The sexual tension was insane!”

James nodded his head in agreement.

“Don’t be silly.”

“Y/N… C’mon. I’ve seen a penis and a vagina have less sexual tension than you and Harry. Get a fucking room next time.” Leia fanned herself.

“I give up.” You shook your head and downed the rest of your disgusting drink.

“Where are you going?” James asked.

“To find a fourth wheel for me.”

•••••

Twelves minutes later and you’d managed to find someone to spend the rest of your night with.

His name was Jordan and he was very good company. Attractive company too.

You two were cornered away in the back of the room in a circular booth. A tray of shots lay empty in front of you and another tray contained full ones.

You were playing a drinking game to get to know each other and now you were absolutely spinning. Your head had taken a hit after the fifth shot and now you were nine deep and couldn’t stop yourself.

“M-my turn.” You laughed as you hiccuped.

“Okay.”

Jordan sat close to you, his arm wrapped around the back of the booth where you were sat. His eyes were deep brown and his hair was light blonde. He looked the complete opposite of Harry, which maybe was subconsciously a choice.

“Favourite sex position?” You giggled immaturely.

“Hmm. Doggy. I actually hate seeing a girls face when we’re fucking.” He replied and you had to take a shot because he answered honestly.

That should’ve been your first red flag about Jordan.

You just laughed instead.

“My turn. Have you ever masturbated?”

“Alllll the time. No guy does it for me anymore.” You laughed sadly.

Jordan took his shot and then moved in closer towards you. You tilted your head so he could speak into your ear.

“I could fix that problem for you.”

Your eyes bugged at his forwardness.

“No thanks.” You shook your head and laughed to try and keep it civil.

“Oh c’mon. You’ve been flirting with me all night and you know it.” His hand dropped onto your shoulders and pulled himself closer. His other hand dropped onto your bare thigh and started rubbing up and down on your soft skin.

“No I haven’t!” You laughed the situation off.

“You have. And I bet you’re all excited ‘cause of it.”

He started moving his hand further up your leg. Due to your toxic alcohol intake your reaction times were a little slower, but when his hand had made it underneath your dress-skirt you gasped and tried to tug his hand away.

“No. Please stop.” You said softly, whining as he tried to push his hand higher.

His face came closer again and he started to kiss your cheek. You tried to move your face away but his other hand was there to trap you and keep you close.

You started to worry because of how dark it was and how hidden away you were. Everyone was busy dancing and drinking away and none the wiser about the situation you were in.

“Give in, you tease.” His hot breath felt disgusting against your skin.

“I said no. Please.”

You struggled to push him off. Both your hands were focusing on his hand on your leg that you couldn’t do much to get his face away from yours.

“You’ve been teasing me all night and now we get to play.” He laughed.

Tears formed in your eyes as you kept pushing and pushing and pushing. You kept saying no over and over again, but Jordan was just not listening.

He felt disgusting on you and it made you feel just as disgusting.

Jordan just kept laughing whilst you were crying.

An employee caught your eye - in fact, it was Henry. You thought he might’ve come over to you and help, since he could clearly see you crying and struggling with Jordan on you, but instead he turned and walked away.

You sobbed then, thinking that might’ve been your only chance to get help and he just left.

You wondered whether it was because Harry was a dick to him.

You closed your eyes and tried to think of happy thoughts as Jordan started attacking your neck.

You tried to think of Harry. It wasn’t hard.

He was constantly on your mind.

“You taste so good. Stop denying me all of you.” Jordan bit your neck too harshly to be pleasurable.

“Jordan, no!” You shoved with all your strength and managed to completely get him off. You were pissed now. Your mascara may have run, your eyes red and blotchy, your breath shaky, but that was all he was getting from you.

“No?” Jordan scoffed. “NO?”

Jordan grabbed your cheeks and pulled you towards him.

“Ow.” You mumbled through his harsh grip.

“Listen here you little bi—”

“The fuck is going on here?”

Jordan dropped your face and straightened his jacket, whilst you turned your head to find who you already knew was there; Harry.

His voice had sent a wave of calmness through your body the second he started speaking. Now he was standing there with a deathly look on his face you couldn’t help but feel relief.

And you noticed Henry standing behind him, looking just as angry.

“Hi boss. Just having fun.” Jordan responded.

Harry looked between Jordan and you. Jordan looked dazed and content, whilst you looked broken and scared.

“Are you okay?” Harry looked intensely at you.

“She’s fi—”

“I wasn’t fucking speaking to you, was I?” Harry rhetorically asked. “Y/N, come here, love.”

Harry held out his hand, palm facing up.

You made no hesitation as you weakly moved away from Jordan and towards Harry.

Harry helped you stand up and kept a tight hold on your hand. It grounded you, his touch.

“Can I touch you? Just on your face?” Harry asked you softly and you nodded.

Harry cautiously held your chin and moved your head to the side, noticing the red mark and blood on your neck. He hadn’t taken note of your legs yet, but he would come to find red marks on them too.

Your teary eyes were wiped by Harry’s careful thumb. You looked down at his shoes the entire time, too afraid to look at him. You knew you’d crumble if you did.

“Are you okay?” He asked you again.

“No.” You said softly, shaking your head. “I-I was really scared, Harry.” Your voice broke and Harry immediately cupped the back of your head and brought you into his chest. You collapsed there and Harry’s hands held you up strong.

“You’re okay now. I’m here, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Harry said, whilst nodding his head discreetly to the two security men.

They came over within seconds and yanked Jordan out of the booth. His protests were no match for the security guys. As he was being escorted out, Harry stopped him to say “See you in court.”

After Harry had thanked Henry with a nod and smile, he walked the small distance over to the same booth and sat down on the edge of it, pulling you to sit on his lap.

Your body was still wracking with sobs, but only because the adrenaline of the situation had been too much for you.

Now you knew you were safe, it was too much.

Harry made you feel safe.

He rocked you as he held you. It was too loud to have a quiet, serious, conversation, but his actions spoke loud anyways. I’m here. You’re safe. It’s okay now.

You heard Harry shout to someone for a glass of cold water, which was brought back to you within a minute.

"Here, sunshine, drink this." Harry spoke closely to you so you could hear.

He held the glass up to your lips and tipped it back slowly for you. Your hands were too shaky to hold onto it yourself, but you managed to drink carefully with the help of Harry.

He even knew when you'd had enough.

Harry's hand cupped the side of your head and brought you to rest back onto his chest. His head stayed rested on top of yours and you both just sat like that for ten minutes or so. It was hard to know exactly how long.

You just sat and thought about everything that had happened tonight and everything that could have happened. Mixed with that, your brain was constantly thinking about Harry and how much, no matter how hard you try otherwise, you like him.

Your heart feels constantly pulled towards him. He's like a beacon in the middle of a storm, safely guiding you towards home.

Just as those thoughts were circling your mind, Harry made his move.

He told you he was going to stand up, so you let yourself slide off his legs onto your own shaky ones. You thought he might be leaving you to go back and mingle with the other guests, so you stood shy to the side.

Harry leaned over to Henry and whispered something in his ear to which Henry nodded.

Before you could make plans as to what you were going to do now, Harry held out his hand to you again - giving you a choice to take it or not. Of course, you took it.

He squeezed your hand in reassurance and then lead you off and out of the room.

You two made no conversation as you wandered out of the noisy room and into a quiet staircase. Harry started walking up the stairs, so you followed him.

It was another two minutes before you made it to the top of the stairs and through a door that led to a rooftop. It was only very small. It overlooked the city skyline, with hundreds of twinkling lights casting shadows over the small space.

There were twinkling fairy lights too, up here. They were knotted around various creeping wall plants like ivy. In the corner of the square space there was a big L-shaped sofa with plenty of cushions and throws.

Harry turned back to smile at you, leading you to the sofa.

He sat down and let go of your hand, allowing you to choose where to sit.

You took one last glance at the skyline and up to the moon, before deciding.

"Wanna sit next to you." You said in a small voice.

"Okay." Harry smiled perfectly.

He shuffled back into the corner of the L-shaped sofa, sitting up and letting his legs stretch out on the chair in front of him. He patted his lap next with a smile. You shuffled over to him and sat on his lap, perpendicular to the way he was sitting so your legs stretched out along the other length of the chair.

"Comfortable?" He asked.

"Mhm."

Harry wasn't too sure though, and next thing you knew he was gathering a couple of blankets to throw over your legs and shoulders.

"Better. Thank you." You nodded.

"You're welcome."

"It's beautiful up here."

"I guess it is."

"Is it all yours?" You questioned.

"What? Everything up here?"

You nodded. Harry then took your hands in his and started to play with the few rings you had on.

"No. Not everything is mine."

You looked up at him and into his eyes, noticing he was looking straight back at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as you thought about the implications to his words. You couldn't help but let a blush and smile take over your face. If he was implying what you thought he was then maybe you were in with a chance of Harry liking you back.

"What do you want to have? You're a billionaire. You could have anything you want." You asked, curiously.

"No even a billionaire can buy everything." He smiled sadly.

"Well, what do you wish you could buy even though you can't?"

Harry chuckled under his breath, "Redemption. A second chance. Love."

You tilted your head back against the sofa, your head feeling less and less drunk by the minute. You sighed, looking at the beautiful moon and wondering how lonely she must be up there.

Loneliness is something you've suffered with for far too long.

You wanted to find that connection with that someone who makes you feel wanted, feel loved and feel chosen. You craved it.

You chuckled.

"What?" Harry asked, softly caressing over the back of your hand.

"It's just funny, is all."

"What is?"

"Us, wanting the same thing. Wonder if we want it from the same people." You tilted your head to the side to face Harry, watching him lick his lips as he looked at yours not-so-subtly.

"You already know we do." Harry said quietly, leaning in towards you.

Your breath hitched as he got closer, your heart beating faster than your brain was processing the motions. You knew you wanted to kiss Harry as badly as he wanted to kiss you, but not like this. Not yet, at least.

"Harry, wait..." You said, watching him stop immediately.

"Fuck. Shitting, fuck. Sorry, Y/N. That was completely inappropriate of me. I mean.. After... Tonight and us... and...."

Harry shot back to his original position and ran a stressed hand over his face as he tried to work through his thoughts.

You smiled as you watched him panic, before taking his stressed hands in yours and kissing the back of it softly - right over that small triage of freckles you knew sat pretty there.

"Hey. It's okay." You reassured him. "I'm not stopping you because of what happened this evening. I'm stopping you because I feel I deserve to know why I wasn't enough the first time around."

This was you standing up for yourself.

"Weren't enou-.. Y/N, love. God, I was such a dick. I never, ever, left you because I thought you weren't enough. I left because I didn't think I was. I was a nobody back then. I looked at you and saw someone who could literally be the epitome of sunshine, and then I looked at me and all I saw was a dark cloud that would cover you. I never thought someone as bright, as happy and as golden as you should ever have to be with someone like me. Hell, it's still a thought that niggles away at the back of my mind. But, I've learnt that I can't let those thoughts win. I owe it you myself, and definitely to you, to at least try."

"Well that was as good as apologies get." You sniffled, trying to hold back the happy tears.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, for our wasted years. I... I just wasn't ready for us back then and I know I was a prick about it."

"You were. A right big prick."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows and you had to fake punch him for it.

"I'm sorry." He said honestly. "And I'm sorry for tonight too."

"That wasn't your fault, okay? I promise." You squeezed his hand.

"Okay. I'm still suing that motherfucker though."

"You're a billionaire already!"

"So? I was going to donate the money to a sexual assault charity or something." He shrugged his shoulders like what he just said was no big deal - like he hadn't just shown his truest heart.

"You're a good person, Harry, who deserves good things." You moved closer to him.

"I am?"

"Mhm."

"Do these 'good things' include you?"

"I don't know. Do you think I'm a good thing?" You teased him.

Harry leaned in closer. "No. I think you're the best."

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fanfic #ask finelinevogue #harry blurb #finelinevogue #harry styles concept #harry oneshot #harry styles blurbs #harry styles ceo #ceo harry styles #ceo!harry #harry styles fic

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A/N: wrote this cause I was bored<3 enjoy also no beta reader so sorry if it’s cringey ig.

Welcome home my Darling new neighbor (Wally Darling x Male reader) Yandere Fic

CW: Scopophobia, stalking, and kidnapping

Chapter 1: Welcome home website.

You lay on your bed in your apartment lazily scrolling through TikTok, you had just finished some college assignments and eaten dinner so you were bored and didn’t know what to do before bed. You noticed some videos about a company reviving an old 70’s puppet show named ‘welcome home’ there was art that was restored for the show itself, it intrigued you, the vast colorful array of characters, and the story behind the show itself and why it got canceled. Although there was one character that drew you in the most you didn’t know his name yet but he was the most interesting out of them all, he had yellow ‘skin’ and dark blue hair that was put up into a pompadour, through all the pictures you saw you noticed he was the one looking at the ‘camera’ the most, almost as if staring right at the viewer… Right at You… It was very interesting you decided to look up the website and look at it.

And so you searched it up and found it, the site itself was colorful and welcoming, but you got the nagging feeling that something was wrong as if something was staring at you through the screen. You shook it off, summing it up to nerves or superstition, you explored the site, finding out the reasoning behind the restoration of the show which you found heartwarming, and you found out the puppet that had you intrigued the most was named ‘Wally Darling’... “What a cute name, and he’s really cute himself.” you said truthfully a soft adoring smile on your face, the feeling of being stared at grew in intensity, and you decided to still ignore the feeling still notching it up to nerves… Yeah, nerves...

After reading everything and looking at everything on the site you closed the browsing site and looked at the time which was 1:00 in the morning, so you put your phone down and cuddled under your blanket staring outside the window for a bit staring at the stars, a smile curling up on your lips again. You felt your phone buzz and picked it up to look at the notification seeing it showed a random phone number had texted you, you opened your phone and opened messages looking at what the random number sent.

“Hello, Neighbor, how are you? What's your name?” The text read.

It seemed friendly and even comforting but the nagging feeling of being stared at came back, why did this person call you Neighbor anyway? Against your better judgment, you texted back… You didn’t know why but you did…

“My name is (M/N) and I am pretty well… Who are you?”

You patiently waited for a text back from the other person, and you didn’t have to wait long but the text that came back shocked you.

“Wally Darling is my name Neighbor, you have a pretty name I think it fits with your pretty face…”

“What do you mean? You’ve never seen my face??”

“Quite the contrary my Darling (M/N) I see you right now… your pretty (E/C) eyes are enchanting to stare into and your smile is even more breathtaking…”

You stared at the text frozen in fear, how… how did he know how your eyes looked?? This had to be some sick prank, holding back the bile threatening to come out you placed down your phone and searched your entire apartment… You found no one in it... No one at all... What the fuck was happening? You froze again hearing your phone buzz again…

And again…

Fear clenched your entire being, your mouth felt dry, you couldn’t move, you felt your heart beat wildly in your chest out of pure fear, and bile crept into your throat again threatening to pour out of your mouth you swallowed hard to try and keep it down. You flinched when your Phone buzzed again, your head slowly turning toward it in fear… you slowly walked back over to your bed and sat down. Hesitant to pick up your phone. You quickly picked it after the fourth Buzz and you looked at the messages he sent you…

“Friend, why are you searching for me where I am nowhere to be found?”

“No need to be scared friend, I won't hurt you.”

“(M/N) stop being scared and pick up your phone…”

“Friend I am nowhere to be found in your apartment please keep talking to me.”

you slowly and hesitantly wrote back a response…

“How did you know… I was looking for you… and how do you know what I look like?”

You kept the bile in your mouth down as best you could, for your body was completely filled with fear…

“Cause like I said I can see you… Don’t make such a scared face, c'mon keep giving me that adorable smile I saw before please??”

You were still shocked with fear, your mind began to become fuzzy and dizzy, and you laid down back on your bed, your eye’s feeling heavy. Before you completely blacked out you saw your TV turned on and something or rather someone came out of the TV and walked towards you and picked you up carrying you. That was all you remember before passing out.

A/N: lemme know if you want a second chapter or not lol

Link to chapter 2: welcome home

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[wttcsms]

turn on the flash and hit record ; simon “ghost” riley.

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader word count 1.5k synopsis simon misses you on one of his missions. good thing he has a collection of movies the two of you filmed to keep him company. content contains male masturbation, possessive!ghost, obsessed!ghost, filmed sex, vaginal fingering, brief gunplay (towards the end), he whimpers in this fic btw, slight size kink/size difference

Everything about you seems to have been made specifically for him, from the way your eyes seem to always catch his to how easily he can manhandle you, flipping you into different positions as he very well pleases.

You indulge with his every whim, eager to follow his commands and so when he asks you love, can I record you just this once? you agree with little to no hesitation. After all, it’s Simon, your Simon — you know he’s possessive almost to a fault, and the man rarely shows his face unless he truly trusts the person he’s baring himself to. There’s no chance someone else will be able to get their hands on the footage.

His missions last too long, and the weeks he spends separated from you are nothing short of pure agony. Before you, he didn’t feel the constant need for release, but after you? He craves it. You only realize you’re starving after having a taste of what you’ve been deprived of for so long.

Which is how he finds himself here, tucked safely away in the darkness of a room in a safehouse that’s seen better days, the front of his military-issued pants and briefs pulled down just enough to free his cock.

The tip is flushed red, already leaking with pre, and he spits into the palm of his hand before wrapping it around his length, practically hissing at the contact. Propped up on the nightstand and located in his direct line of sight is his private phone containing only your number and an album full of photos and videos of you in different positions and various states of undress.

Recording you just once turns into a second time which leads to him recording the two of you going at it for a third time until eventually, he’s built up quite the collection. The video playing on his phone is one of his favorites; it’s one of the first he’s ever filmed, proven by the shyness still evident on your face and body as you blush when the camera lands on you.

You’re lying on the bed he shares with you, completely bare and entirely vulnerable. Scattered across your skin are various lovebites, all varying in depth depending on whether he wanted to give you just a playful nip or true mark to remember him by when he’s gone.

You look so pretty right now, love. Let’s hope the camera can catch that beauty, huh?

He can hear the familiar sound of his chuckle coming from the video; you’re the only person left in this world to ever see him with such a playful demeanor, but his laugh might be the last thing on your mind. He’s certainly not thinking too hard when the camera angles downward to showcase your dripping cunt.

Simon takes a sharp inhale as he watches the way your folds are practically glistening with your slick arousal.

Wonder if your pussy’s so wet, I’ll be able to hear it in the video. What do you think, darling?

He tightens his grip on his cock as he watches himself enter three fingers, your tiny hole struggling to adjust to the abrupt intrusion. The shlick sound that accompanies every thrust is picked up by his phone camera, and Simon groans as the room he’s currently in gets enveloped in the sounds of him playing with your wet pussy.

“Fuck,” he hisses out, watching the precum bead from the tip of his cock, some of it slowly dribbling down, running along the veins on his dick. The extra lubrication makes his movements smoother, and soon, there’s a subtle clicking sound as he tries to stroke his dick in tandem with the thrusts he’s doing on the screen.

“Simon!” Your sweet voice moans out his name in the recording. He’s watched this video so many times already; he knows that right about now, you’re going to start lifting your pretty hips in an attempt to get his fingers to penetrate you even deeper. He remembers the night he filmed this video; he’s going to curl his fingers right up against that special spot of yours that’ll have you cumming all over his hand.

He struggles to keep his lidded eyes from closing all the way, desperate to watch your tiny hole fluttering around his fingers, squeezing him so tight. In turn, the grip on his dick only tightens as he watches you writhe on top of the sheets, slender fingers curling against the bedsheets as you scream out his name. The camera catches the way you cream all over his fingers, effectively coating his skin in it all the way down to his knuckles. It’s practically dripping all the way to his wrist.

The sight has him practically drooling, his strokes now even rougher. He imagines his rough, calloused hands are your smaller, soft ones. The girth of his dick makes you unable to wrap your whole entire hand, the tips of your fingers unable to touch due to his massive width. He tosses his head back, bucking into his hand as the audio from your little film still plays in the background.

Such a good girl for me. Always so needy, aren’t you?

He doesn’t need to see the video to know you’re nodding in reply. He watches through hazy vision as the him in the video takes his thumb and traces your bottom lip. Without him even needing to ask, you part those pretty lips of yours and take his thumb in your mouth, sucking.

Fuck, what he would do to have you here by his side right now.

He’ll have to make do with these videos, though. It’s not like these little films aren’t enough to bring him to release. The idea of his sweet love being his own personal pornstar does something to him, and he shuts his eyes, still working his cock as other memories of passionate nights beforehand flood his mind.

There was that one night where the two of you played one of the videos of him fucking you to the point where tears were brimming in your eyes due to overstimulation. He made a vow that for every time you came in that video, he would make you cum even harder. (He had done well in keeping that promise.) He thinks of the way your flesh feels underneath his fingers, and he relishes in the memory of how it feels to squeeze your thighs as he spreads you apart so he can savor the taste of you on his tongue. He could eat your little pussy out for hours, and after this mission, he makes a promise to do so.

He’s nearing the end of the video; he knows so because his favorite line is about to come up and at the perfect time, too.

Simon, I-I want your cum. Please come for me, please?

He doesn’t need to look at his screen to know you’re pouting up at him, knowing just the right thing to have him groaning. His breaths are coming in short pants, and your sweet, dulcet tone makes him want to come right then and there.

Please, Simon.  

Your little pleas for him to reach the height of pleasure is music to his ears. He’s practically whimpering now, forcing himself to stroke himself even more rapidly despite the fact that the stimulation on his already sensitive cock is blending pain into his pleasure.

“Gonna do it for you, love.” He weakly moans out in this empty room. He can feel himself about to fall off the edge, his release so close that it’s just about palpable. With a low groan of your name mixed with a string of curses, he finds himself ejaculating all over his hand. The amount of cum is so much that it’s not enough for it to just coat the entire length of his cock and fingers — no, there are strings of white splattered on his abdomen, effectively staining his uniform.

He’s panting, the video now over, but before he can shut off the phone, a text notification appears.

My Love [One Video Attachment]

He clicks on it, curious as to what you could possibly be sending him.

It’s a new video, one you must have just now filmed. You’ve got one of his guns, the magazine lying on the nightstand. He knows it’s unloaded and basically a toy at that point, but he doesn’t understand what’s going on until he watches you strip yourself, leaving your beautiful figure on display. He can see you dripping for him already, and he watches with bated breaths as you take the barrel of his handgun and tease your soaking entrance with it.

I need you so badly, Simon. When will you come back home?

His cock is already hardening again, and he palms himself, fumbling with his phone to call you.

Everything about you is perfect to him.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #one shot #drabble #smut #lemon #modern warfare 2

[hannie-dul-set]

STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE [3].

SYNOPSIS. the saying “never meet your idols” exists for a reason. you just didn’t expect the reason to be because said idols would end up declaring that you’re their alleged lover from a past life (past lives, rather). now you have three big celebrities vying for your attention, and it’s not as dreamlike as you imagined it to be.

PAIRINGS. choi yeonjun, choi soobin, choi beomgyu x female! reader. GENRES. reincarnation! au, celebrity! au (soloist! yeonjun, actor! soobin, rock band member! beomgyu), slight college! au, slight historical! au, rom-com, angst, reverse harem woohoo. WARNINGS. swearing, talks about stalking, talks about death, data privacy violations, so much emotional whiplash yummy, a very long conversation, google dependent historical information. WORD COUNT. 6.3k.

NOTE. this chapter finally made its way out hell 😭😭😭 per usual, please let me know your thoughts on the chapter! a single comment on ao3 inspired me to finish this, so ur feedback really means a lot! enjoy<3

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CHAPTER 3 — can we go back to being parasocial?

IF SOMEONE HEARS YOUR SUMMARY OF THE EVENTS THAT UNFOLDED WITHIN THE PAST FEW DAYS, they may accuse you of lying. Delusional, even. You’d think the same had you not been the center of it all— yet the proof is in your pockets. Your phone. In the album Choi Yeonjun failed to sign, stuffed inside your bag at the last minute before you left your apartment earlier.

The summary. Right. Yes.

“Can they stop sharing that video of Yeonjun excessively flirting with a fan?! I’m going to kill myself if I see it one more time.”

You were lucky enough to nab a fansign slot. But instead of getting Choi Yeonjun’s signature, you ended up getting a kiss of a hand instead, along with a scrawl of numbers on your album that you’re far too terrified to try to dial.

“Hey, send me our photo with Soobin the other day,” nudges Huening from beside you. “I’m gonna print it out and put it in a locket and use it as a family heirloom.”

You bumped into one of your favorite actors, Choi Soobin, in the middle of a late night convenience store run with your friends to fuel your group all nighter, stained his shirt with your ice cream, and got a photo with him in the process.

“By the way, have you called the business card yet? What are you gonna do with your broken phone screen?”

And Choi Beomgyu may or may not have professed his undying love for you, asked for your hand in marriage, and started crying in front of you in less than ten fucking minutes.

“She’s zoned out.”

The problem is, you can’t even bask in the delightful absurdity of it all because one common thread from all those three separate instances has been keeping you up for nights. It’s clawing at your brain, lingering in the back of your mind like an incessant stalker— which, mind you, is not a pleasant feeling when the very causes of such disturbance were once the bringers of joy and all things good in your otherwise meaningless life as a cog in the capitalist machinery that is society.

“Hello? Are you awake?”

Said problem being the fact that you’re pretty sure they all called you by your name at one point.

How the fuck do they know your name?

“I deleted Twitter. I Airdropped it to you. No, I have not called it yet. Now please let me think in peace.”

Crazy. This is all too crazy. In the first place, what are the odds that you bump into three celebrities within one week’s time? Is this some sort of prank, or something? Are those three filming a hidden camera show together? No, no. That couldn’t be because there’s no fucking way a company is sane enough to stage a risky hidden camera prank during a fansign knowing full well how obsessive and insane fans can get. You’re lucky your face wasn’t caught in any of the videos circulating online— video of you and Choi Yeonjun, mostly him, acting out a fucking sageuk. You’re lucky you haven’t been doxxed yet.

“Finish your sandwich,” Taehyun clicks his tongue, nudging your food closer to you, and you sigh heavily. Maybe you’re just wrong, you think, taking a bite from the bread. Maybe this is just a misunderstanding. Maybe you’re just overthinking.

You eat your lunch and steal some wet wipes from Gaeul in between. Right. It’s not like you’re ever gonna bump into them again. You live in, as cliche as it sounds, two different worlds after all. You’re just gonna watch their dramas, listen to their music, enjoy their performances, and that’s it that’s it that’s it.

“Prof Jang sent a message. Class is canceled.”

But still—

“Woohoo! Let’s go to the new dessert shop that opened downtown.”

Choi Beomgyu’s voice saying I love you, Choi Soobin’s cologne wafting in the air you were breathing in, and Choi Yeonjun’s lips pressed against your skin.

How can a sane person just forget about all of that?!

“Why do you look like you’re fantasizing about perverted shit?” Woohyun slaps you in the face with a reality check. This is fucking stupid.

“I’m not fantasizing,” you grunt, because they were events that actually fucking happened— they weren’t birthed from your brain’s insanity. “Anyway, dessert? Where is it?” You ignore your burning face, hoping that your friends decide to ignore it too, but Gaeul has her eyes narrowed at you. Crap. She didn’t recognize that it’s you in the videos right? Holy fucking hell, you’d rather die.

“Aren’t you gonna answer that?”

Oh. Well. That’s— that’s something. A good something because she hasn’t suspected you yet, moitioning instead to your cracked phone that has been buzzing under your notice because you’ve been thinking way too fucking much.

You check the caller ID, but it’s an unknown number, and it doesn’t match the business card you got from your run in with the alleged Choi Beomgyu. “Hello?” you answer, and a voice you don’t recognize says your name and asks if it’s you. “Yes, this is her. Who’s this?”

Another item added to the weird as fuck things that happened to your this week. You excuse yourself from your friends, and with knitted brows, you listen to the stranger at the other end of the line. “You met Choi Soobin the other day at a 7-Eleven in Gangnam, right?” The fuck? Did someone see you that day? Is this a stalker? “This is his manager. Lee Byeongho. I would like to speak with you regarding a certain matter.”

Now, hold the fucking phone.

“Is everything alright?”

You respond to Huening’s concern with a stiff smile before turning away from them. “Did I do something wrong?” you fuss into the call. “I didn’t post any of the photos from that day. I never talked about it online either, and I’m pretty sure my friends haven’t either. Wait. Wait a minute. How did you get my number?”

“Yes, it was difficult to obtain knowing only your first name and university.” That doesn’t answer your question. That just gave you more questions. “But, no. You aren’t in trouble. Actually...I called because you’re the only one who can help us— help Soobin— get out of trouble.”

Your face scrunches up.

“I’m at your campus right now. Parking lot. Do you mind meeting me for a moment?”

Just what did you get yourself into?

“You haven’t finished your food. Where are you going?”

“Somewhere,” you reply, quickly snatching your half-eaten sandwich from the table as your friends follow your swift movements with matching looks of confusion. “I’ll be right back. It’s nothing, don’t worry.” However, you are quite worried. You’re pretty sure Lee Manager, or whatever, is committing some data privacy crimes against you, but the one thing you want at the moment is answers. Your brain is about to explode from all the fucking questions and confusion. There’s a sliver of hope that meeting up with this sketchy guy can answer a few of them. You’d take that chance to air out your head.

There’s a black van in the parking lot. It’s the first thing you noticed because one of its doors are open, and there’s a familiar looking guy waiting just in front of the exposed seats. 

He notices you approaching. “It’s nice to finally meet you,” he says. What’s with men you’re meeting for the first time treating you with familiarity? You’re going to rip your hair out and throw yourself into moving traffic.

“Sure, but can you get to the point?” you stiffly say. “I’m a little busy. I still have classes in a bit.”

“Of course, I’m sorry. This whole situation must’ve come off as a shock to you.” Great, now you’re feeling bad. Soobin’s manager (allegedly) looks like he’s been through a whole lot as well. “Anyway. You are a fan of Choi Soobin, correct?”

“Well,” you blink. “Yes.”

“How about the dramas Kang Jaehee has written and directed?” he follows up. “Are you a fan of those as well?”

Your brows furrow. “I guess?” Peach Tree. That Summer. Mogi. Those are the titles that come right at the top of your head. “What does that have to do anything with me?” Manager Lee spares you a look of pity. You feel like this meet-up is just set out to making you even more fucking confused.

“I sincerely apologize. I didn’t want to drag you into this either, but I’m afraid you’re the only option I have,” says Manager Lee despondently. “Since...since you are a fan of Soobin, and I assume that means you also care about his career, so—”

He pauses. Like he’s practicing the next set of words he’s about to say inside his head.

“—do you mind meeting up with him to convince him to take the lead role for Kang Jaehee’s upcoming drama?”

But nothing could’ve prepared you for that.

What.

What the fuck?

“Mr Manager. Sir,” you start, appalled beyond comprehension. “I’d appreciate it if you start making a bit more sense.” 

“Trust me, I can’t believe I’m doing this either.”

You’re speechless. Your mouth is hanging open with no words coming out because, again, what the fuck? Manager Lee looks just as defeated as you, as if he weren’t the one who had just presented that ridiculous proposal. You are, quite frankly, at a discernible loss. 

Manager Lee lets out a sigh and digs a hand into his pocket. “I’m afraid this is all the time I have today. But please contact me once you’ve made a decision.” Another business card acquired. This is just dandy. “I am really hoping for your cooperation, miss. I’m sure you’re aware of Soobin’s inactivity lately, and my intention of approaching you today is simply in order to help my star’s career. Please consider the favor positively, and we will compensate you as much as my authority can allow.”

With that, you’re left with another laminated piece of paper in your hands. Gosh. This is a headache. When you get back to your friends, they notice the distress you’re in, further justifying a visit to the new dessert store, and seeing how your soul has completely left your body, you’re dragged along with them with ease.

“Hey, pick one. My treat,” says Woohyun. You let out a grunt and point at a random pastry on display. Next thing you know, you’re seated in between Huening and Gaeul at the store you don’t even know the name of. 

Huening is force feeding you an eclair. “Eat.” Your scowl disappears when you allow the eclair entry into your mouth. “Seriously, what’s going on with you? Who did you meet earlier?” 

Seeing as you show absolutely no intentions of telling them, they refuse to question you about it further. Good on them, because there’s no way in hell you’re spilling your predicament. Not until you find out exactly what kind of situation you’re in, at the very least. The two business cards feel like they’re weighing your pockets down, a constant reminder of their existence along with the scrawl Yeonjun left behind.  

“I know exactly how to make you feel better.”

The declaration comes from Gaeul, who slides her phone over to you, and when you look down to see what exactly her miracle medicine is to make you feel less manic, you hack out a cough upon seeing Choi Yeonjun’s face on her phone screen. “The hell is wrong with you?” asks Taehyun from across, giving you some water to push down the eclair lodged in your throat. “I know you like him, but even that is an overreaction.”

Jesus, you’re close to losing it. When you’ve avoided choking to death, Gaeul puts an airpod into your ear, and you hear Yeonjun reading out some comments. “Choi Yeonjun, you look really happy lately, did something good happen? someone asked,” he says while having snacks of his own. “First of all, why are you calling me Choi Yeonjun? It’s like you’re putting a wall between us. I don’t like it.”

Gaeul makes a noise of some sort and had you not been subjected to this week’s insanities, you might have reacted the same way too. Instead, you simply listen to his live in caution, feigning disinterest as you watch him nibble on some pretzels and churros through the screen, continuing to answer the slew of questions in the comments.

“Anyway, you’re right! Something good did happen.” Yeonjun hums while picking out a pretzel from the paper bag, rustling noise and a lively tune filling the audio for a moment— a short moment, right before he continues speaking. “That’s because I finally met the love of my life.”

Taehyun has to give you his water again.

“Oh? Oho, what’s with the exclamation points?” he laughs. “Did I meet them the other day? Hmm...that’s a secret. You’re curious? You think it might be you? Well, let’s see. Should I describe her?”

“God, he’s so fucking messy,” says Gaeul from beside you. “This is why I like him. How many calls is he getting for his manager and company this time?”

“What’s going on? Why is she so startled?”

“Yeonjun’s talking about his apparent soulmate, I don’t know. Wanna listen?”

“Didn’t he get in trouble for doing the same thing last time too?”

Now, you’re not one to give a shit about his love life, and you like to stay out of that side of celebrity gossip as much as you can, but Choi Yeonjun himself is droning on about the love of his life right now. You can’t not hear about it even if you want to. However, as much as you want to let things come into one ear and out through the other, you can’t. Because— wait. Wait. His description is eerily familiar. His description is making you double take and second guess what you’re fucking hearing.

“Sounds a lot like you,” Taehyun remarks without much thought, right after Choi Yeonjun says that the girl he likes has a bit of an attitude, but he likes that about her.

Huening lets out a snort. “Yeah, that’s definitely you. Why don’t you go in a wedding dress the next time you attend a fansign? Who knows, you might have a shot.”

You snap them a dirty look. Fuck. This is making your head spin. For the second time, Choi Yeonjun’s tendency of putting himself into headlines and the trending searches for doing something insane is giving you nothing but stress.

“I did give her my number, but she hasn’t messaged me yet, so I’m quite hurt.”

Number. Hold on a fucking second.

“The comments are going crazy.”

You grab your bag from underneath you, dropping it down to your lap.

“Hey, if you’re watching this, pl—eeeeease contact me. Kim Noona thinks I have a phone addiction now because I’ve been dying waiting for your call.”

You quickly get up from your seat.

“Yo, where are you going this time?”

“I need a minute,” you announce, eyes scanning the store for a quiet place alone while hugging your bag to your chest. There’s nowhere. Looks like you have to get out. 

“Damn, we were just joking. As if you have a chance with a celebrity like him.”

Huening’s joke is ignored and you quickly leave outside the doors, making a sharp turn around the corner, slipping through the passersby downtown until you find an empty alley. Your heart is racing. Your heart is racing like crazy and you may be reaching right now. You may be acting crazy, but what Choi Beomgyu said during the interview with Yeong-Il the other day is echoing in your mind, and— in conjunction with everything else that had happened— you’re starting to think that maybe he wasn’t joking.

Your cracked phone screen greets you when you take it out of your pocket. On your other hand is the first business card you got this week.

“Who’s this?”

“Hello. Good day.” You tell them your name, the events that led up to you receiving this number, with the hope that maybe you’re finally on to something. “I’d like to talk about the compensation for my broken phone.”

Whatever that something is, you’re gonna get to the bottom of it.

*

It’s already beyond closing time at Kwiyeomdongmoim Cafe (a mouthful, you know), yet your pink apron is still neatly tied around your waist as you pace back and forth, to and fro, in circles inside the breakroom. The time is half-past nine in the evening. You should’ve clocked out thirty minutes ago, but you’re still waiting. 

The knock on the door signified the end of your wait. You turn to see your boss’s head popping in through the half-open crack. 

“Three guys are waiting for you,” informs Seokmin. “They all seem handsome. Are they your suitors?”

When you ditched your friends at the still unnamed dessert store the other day, you did it to make a few calls. Three, to be exact. Today is the culmination of those calls, which is why you’ve been erratically nervous the entire freaking day. Choi Soobin, Choi Beomyu, and Choi Yeonjun’s managers all answered respectively when you called all the sketchy numbers you got and made some negotiations (apparently, the mess on your album is Yeonjun’s number, but he got his phone confiscated after that livestream). 

“As if,” you say, walking up to the door leading back into the cafe. Suitors, more like stalkers. Fans stalking their idols is common, but the other way around is a pretty fresh idea. “Anyway, thanks, Kyeom. Thank you for letting me use the store for a while.” Because this is the only private place you can think of outside of your own home— and there’s no way in hell you’re letting them in there when you don’t even know how they managed to get hold of your personal information.

“We’re closed anyway.” Seokmin smiles and makes way for you to pass by. “Go ahead and do your thing. Do you want me to stay inside or keep watch?” 

“You can stay inside, it’s alright.” 

He nods. “Call me when you’re done. Scream if you need backup. I can handle all of them.”

You laugh and thank him once more, a pat on his arm before you decide to peek out the door first as a precautionary measure. From your spot, you can see three thoroughly covered men in windbreakers, caps, and masks sitting on three separate tables in the store. The blinds have already been rolled down, so you can’t see anything outside, but there doesn’t appear to be any cameras around, so you take it as a safe sign to finally leave your hiding spot.

The moment you do, the break room door creaks, and all three pairs of eyes immediately fall on you. 

They stand up. They call out your name in unison.

Holy shit.

And when they do, they all look at each other with a sudden flash of hostility in the air.

Um. Well. How are you supposed to do this? “H—hello,” you manage to squeak out, prompting their attention once more. Soobin takes off his cap and removes his mask, the other two following suit, and oh my god. Oh my god. You suck in a deep breath. Today, you are not a fan. You are an interrogator. This is not a fansign. This is an interrogation. 

“I— uh, I asked your managers if I can meet you all to—today for a specific reason.” Wow. Good job. Your hands are shaking and you can’t look up from the floor or else you’d start losing your mind. “But—but, before that— would...would you like some drinks…?”

Interrogation paused. You need to get your shit together first.

“Please enjoy.”

With the help of your boss (because your hands wouldn’t stop shaking and you dropped the first one you made), you managed to whip up four iced teas and settle all three of them into one table at the very back of the store. You send a stiff smile at Seokmin after he placed all the drinks on the table.

God, you owe him so much— especially when he’s being unreasonably glared at by the three men sitting with you right now. Choi Beomgyu to your left, Choi Soobin to your right, Choi Yeonjun directly across from you and holy fuck, you have yet to look at them properly yet for your own safety. They haven’t been talking to each other either, simply sitting and waiting for you to speak. You’re pretty sure they know each other though, at least by name, being in the same industry and all. 

To say that the tension in the air is suffocation would be an understatement. How...how do you start this? The fuck should you say first?

“You know, I was really happy when Kim Noona told me you called.”

Apparently you don’t have to start it. Choi Yeonjun does it for you.

“But why are these two crashing our date?”

And that’s when things also start to get messy.

“Date?” Choi Soobin interjects. He sounds offended. Why does he sound offended. “What are you talking about?”

Choi Yeonjun doesn’t get a chance to make his case. Because Choi Beomgyu from your left suddenly snatches one of your hands from the table, prompting you to look at one of them for the first time tonight, and your eyes fly wide open. “I’d...like to apologize for the other day. I was just overtaken by my emotions. I hope you weren’t too freaked out.”

You are quite freaked out because holy shit, this is too much maybe. Not maybe. Yes. This is too much. Too. Much.“Hey, why are you holding her hand?!” you hear Choi Soobin exclaim from your other side. Choi Beomgyu’s soft expression suddenly disappears into a glare and a sneer the moment he shifts his gaze.

“You’re holding her hand too!”

“Why can’t I?!”

“Hey, this isn’t fair! One of you switch with me—”

Dizzy. You’re feeling dizzy. Your head is spinning and you’re suffocating from the heat emanating from your very face. Whatever they’re arguing about isn’t even reaching your ears anymore. You’re getting lightheaded and your sweaty hands start slipping out from the two’s weirdly tender hold on your hands because your body is physically breaking down.

“Shut up! Oh my god, my head—”

Your vision actually starts spinning for a second so you quickly bring the bottom of your palms to your temples, elbows on the table to balance yourself, only to be wobbled and shaken because the three suddenly jolted off their seats in panic.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, just please—for the love of god— sit down and shut up.”

They sit down and shut up. You massage your temples in silence. You remove your hands from your face and, after sucking in a deep breath and releasing it thereafter, feel your heartbeat settling into a normal rate. As normal as it can get in this situation.

“Whew. Okay. I think I’m ready. Let’s get down to business.” Finally, you’re the one steering the conversation. You give each of them a once over as quickly as possible because now you know that prolonged eye contact will only hurt you. You settle with looking at the gaps between each of them. That’s fine. You’re fine. “Choi Soobin, Choi Yeonjun, Choi Beomgyu.”

It’s like three bulbs just lit up in succession. Your brain is starting to hurt.

“A—as I was saying, you three are some of South Korea’s biggest celebrities and although I am, in fact, a big fan of all three of you—” Why is Choi Soobin growing pink. Why the fuck is he blushing. “—that— that does not make me fail to recognize the amount of weird shit that’s been happening lately, and I think I need answers.”

They are still sitting down and shutting up. They listen to instructions well, at the very least.

“First, how the fuck did all three of you know my name without any prior introduction. Second—”

The words get clamped in your throat. It’s lodged in there very tightly because you make the mistake of looking one of them in the eye, only to notice that all three of them are looking at you with the same expression. An expression you can only describe as longing.

And your face starts burning.

“Se— second, why…why do you all keep looking at me like I’m an ex you want to get back together with…?”

Maybe you asked the wrong question.

Because for some reason they all look sad now. Really sad. Really fucking sad and it’s making your stomach clench and nerves all numb and funky because making three big celebrities all sad simultaneously is a bragging right at one end of the spectrum, and a national crime at the other.

It’s Choi Soobin who cracks the silence. “I…I had a feeling when I saw you again for the first time at the store.” Again? “Do you not remember me?”

Your face furrows. “No…? Did we ever meet before you became an actor?”

Hurt. The look of sadness has now spiraled into hurt and one might think you just stabbed and twisted a knife into his fucking gut.  “How—how about me?” Your attention turns to Choi Yeonjun who isn’t looking any better. It’s like his entire world view was just proven to be wrong and why does it feel like you’re the one to blame. 

What else can you do but shake your head in denial? Now he looks like he’d just been told he’s adopted!

“You’re…you’re joking,” he tries to laugh it off, but it only comes off as strained and shaky, then, in one fell swoop— desperate. “R—right…?”

“Great!”

Before you start feeling even shittier, Choi Beomgyu finally decides to join in. 

“And here I thought her forgetting about me was the worst case scenario.” His tone is bitter. There’s a snap in his words. “I didn’t think there’d be other bastards in the same situation as me. God fucking damn it.”

There’s a moment of silence. You watch as realization hits the other while you’re still left in the dark. Choi Yeonjun juts his seat closer. Choi Soobin tries to reach a hesitant arm to your direction, but you’re  tugged to the other side by Choi Beomgyu, who’s suddenly a little too, too close.

“Hey.”

Your hands are clamped together. 

“I meant it when I said I love you. I do. I have loved you four hundred years ago and I still love you now, and if whatever god or deity decides to make you meet you for the third time, I’ll still love you then.”

Beomgyu’s holding both of them in between his in a firm grip.

“Second life is about you. Blue Spring is about you. You’re the person I’ve been waiting for from the beginning of this life until the last.”

Now, if this situation wasn’t crazy, your heart would be skipping a beat right now.

But it is crazy. This is fucking insane. And you look around to see that there’s a weird look of sympathy and understanding in the other Choi’s eyes, clearly not recognizing the visceral insanity of this situation, which fills you with a swallowing lump of existential dread. You pry your hands out of Beomgyu’s grasp (you swear you can hear glass breaking), and slowly turn to Choi Yeonjun and say, with a very hesitant, very cautious, “Y...you too…?”

The look on his face says it all. And then you swivel over to Choi Soobin.

“And you?” 

“I’ve lo—”

“No!” you snap. “Don’t finish that sentence. Please. Oh my god.”

You see Seokmin popping his head out from the corner, mouthing an are you okay? and you shakily bring up a weak thumbs up. “Well, isn’t this interesting,” you hear Choi Yeonjun say, which feels like a slap in the face because what exactly is interesting about this. “Here I thought I was special.”

“Get off your high horse,” retorts Choi Soobin, a sneer in his voice. You double take. Choi Soobin is supposed to be sweet and gentle and kind. Who is this man? “Whatever kind of past you had with her doesn’t mean anything. I met her first. I met her at the end of King Danjong’s rule.”

“Ha!” Choi Yeonjun starts. “We got married under King Taejong. I’ve loved her before any of you did.”

Now, what the fuck?

Choi Soobin’s face pales and he chokes over his words. “M—married?”

There’s a smug grin on Choi Yeonjun’s face. He leans back against the chair with his arms crossed in victory. “You heard that correctly. Married. Pack up your bags. Unless you want me to tell you everything we did on our we—”

“Shut up, shut up, I don’t want to hear it!”

Marriage. King Danjong. King Taejong. Second life. The gears are churning inside your head. You don’t like the direction where the gears are pointing.

“What about you?”

Choi Yeonjun raises the question and the attention is now on Choi Beomgyu. He’s been quiet. The other two wait for him to say his piece— a feigned air of disdain and arrogance but there’s an unconcealable undertone of nervousness underneath it all. Your iced teas have been left untouched. Choi Beomgyu simply scoffs and presses his crossed arms against his chest.

“I have no reason to tell you any of that. This is between me and her.”

And at your mention, you receive the undivided attention of three pairs of eyes once more. Your heart rattles. God fucking damn it. Listen, you’re an avid consumer of the entertainment industry. You’ve watched a good amount of dramas and have read a good amount of manhwas to surmise a conclusion with the bits and pieces of stray information being tossed back and forth between the three. And it’s all ridiculous. But you have nothing else to work with unless they come spilling their guts themselves.

“So,” you clear your throat. “Are you three, like…a couple…hundred years old…?”

They all look offended. 

“No!”

Well, maybe you’re wrong about that part. But after a very long, convoluted discussion, the “facts” (if you can even call it that), are finally laid down on your feet.

They say you’ve all met before. Separately, in three separate lifetimes, with this one allegedly being your fourth unless there were lives in between that they can’t remember. One thing for certain is that the three of them remember the life they had while loving you— and they loved you very much apparently because those feelings and memories got carried over even after they got reborn into the present day.

The problem is, you don’t have the same symptoms. You don’t remember anything about your past lives. Hell, you can’t even remember anything in this life before you hit two years old. 

You slump in your seat. The table rattles. They get up from their chairs and come circling around you in concern.

“Are— are you okay, do you need to lie down? You could rest in my van for a while and—”

You swat Choi Yeonjun’s hand away before it could land on your shoulder. You’ve now got your hands on your face in stress, and peeking through you see Choi Soobin on your right, crouching down and looking up at you with furrowed brows and big, sad eyes. On your left is Choi Beomgyu, half-seated on the chair. You let out a very long, very anguished and muffled groan. This is too much. “If— if what you guys are saying is true,” you say. “What does it matter?”

There’s a tense pause in the air. 

“What do you mean…?”

You spring up from your seat and turn around, Choi Yeonjun in front of you. 

“I mean what does it all matter? King Sejeong, Joseon era, or whatever— I don’t care about all of that. We’re in the twenty-first century right now. I’m neither your lover nor your wife. I’m just a fan of your dramas and music and performances and that's it.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. You don’t really want to see their faces right now. You let a huff of air slip past your lips, turning back around to collect the untouched glasses of drinks on the table.

“Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule to meet me and explain. I hope it’s all settled. Thanks for clearing everything up today. You can now all leave.”

It’s Choi Yeonjun who races after you when you make your firm and quick strides to the counter. He cuts off your path. “I—I don’t understand,” he chokes out. You make the mistake of meeting his gaze and see the threat of tears glazing his eyes. “What—what do you mean?”

Admittedly, that hurled a giant pang against your ribcage, knocking the air out of your chest, but you move forward. You brush past him, setting the glasses back on the counter, and— after a moment’s pause— you turn around, a heavy weight on your shoulders. It’s like gravity is trying to suck you deep into the mantle. “What I’m trying to say is we should all just get over what happened all those hundreds of years ago and live our lives in the present. I mean, I don’t know any of you. Don’t you think it’s unhealthy to keep clinging onto the past, especially when you guys are nothing but strangers to me in this life?”

Dead silence. You don’t dare look at any of them in the face. You try and retreat to the break room as quickly as you can, hands fumbling to untie your apron along the way, but you stumble over your steps, screeching to a halt the moment you hear someone say—

“Do you think it’s that easy?”

You could hear your heart in your eardrums. 

It takes all the strength in your body for you to look back, to see the pained expression on Choi Beomgyu’s face standing the farthest away from you out of the three. “Do you think I put my name out there so that it’d be easier for you to find me, wrote all those songs about you in the hopes that I could see you again if you’re someone I can just easily forget?”

Your throat tightens. It’s like you’re swallowing a boulder.

“If you wanted me to forget about you, you shouldn’t have died right in front of me then. You shouldn’t have told me you loved me right before you went cold in my arms if you wanted me to fucking forget.”

Oh.

Oh, god.

Choi Yeonjun and Choi Soobin don’t look any better. It hits you that you might have been more than a little bit unfair.

“I’m sorry.”

You don’t know your history. You don’t know what the fuck happened between you and them throughout those years that made them feel so strongly about you. But it must be harder for those who remember than for those who forgot.

It’s not like they chose to live in the present with half of their souls stuck in the past, either. You’ve been acting awfully unfair.

“I was being insensitive. I’m so sorry,” you exhale. Your knees feel like they’re about to buckle. Your head is spinning in circles. “But to be honest, this is all still very overwhelming, and I’m having a hard time comprehending and making sense of everything. It doesn’t feel real.” You try to take a step closer, but your legs give in. Choi Yeonjun quickly rushes to balance you back on your feet.

“Don’t push yourself,” he says, softly. You can’t look at him. God, these guys really know how to bring your guilt all the way home.

“Thanks, um, anyway—” You breathe in. Shit, you can’t believe you’re considering this. “Again, I really can’t and won’t be able to understand the magnitude of your— well, uh— feelings, since I really don’t remember anything. But how about…I spend some time with each of you individually, and maybe…maybe it can help in jogging back my memories?”

The atmosphere shifts. Ah. This feels like a fucking trap.

“You— you mean it?”

To be honest, you’d much rather just not deal with any of this, just stay at home and continue living your life with these three men as persons you only know behind the screen. But those looks in their eyes— hopeful and melancholic— make you feel your organs are being rearranged every five seconds, and you’d feel bad leaving them with the pain of this conversation especially after they poured out their hearts to you.

You can’t deny the joy and escape they’ve given you for the past couple of years you’ve spent as their fan. Maybe entertaining this unreality is the least you can do.

“I mean, well,” you start, clearing your throat. “Choi Beomgyu, you still need to pay for my phone. Choi Soobin, your manager wanted me to talk to you about something, and Choi Yeonjun—”

You look at the guy who still has one arm pressed against your back, two hands in a firm grip on your shoulders. He’s looking at you and batting his eyes expectantly. You let out a sigh and set yourself loose.

“I need to discuss something with you soon, too.” As in, please stop vaguely mentioning me in your live streams because I fear I might find an angry mob in front of my house. “I think I have all your contact information anyway.”

There aren’t any more reactions coming from them. This seems like the best possible solution for all of you. You sigh again. This has been an emotionally draining evening. You can’t wait to get some fucking rest.

“I’ll be in touch with you or your managers soon. For now, let’s call it a day.”

STAR STUDDED BAGGAGE. © hannie-dul-set, 2024.

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Somethin' Stupid

Pairings: Husker x Fem!Sinner!Reader

Summary: You're the night shift, apparently the only shift for Husker that he cares for, even if you both sold your souls, you somehow warm his up.

Tags: MDNI, explicit language, explicit gore, assault (by others not Husker), vulgar topics, flashbacks, a musical number, fluff!!

Song name: Something Stupid ♬♬♬

Request: Yes/No

Word count: 5.6k

As the hotel came to its quiet stillness for the night, you emerged from your room, in your usual attire. Being a night worker, a creature of the darkness in your boss's words, one of the housekeepers as most would say during the day, it was a perfect time to get your work done, finding joy in bringing a building to a pristine shine in the crimson moonlight. However, one thing you never left your room without was your headphones. Having the easiest job in the hotel, it was annoying to listen to the aimless silence. So to tune that away, you'd engulf yourself in the wonders of music, being lucky enough on your first day of hell to get your hands on an old ipod filled to the brim with old songs from Earth instead of the vulgar profane ones from there in hell.

To you, without music in the world, it seemed void of all happiness. You listened to all kinds, Rap, Rock, Classical, Retro, Swing, Polka, Pop, Jazz, and so many others. But right now, you had seemed to be on a rather wholesome and sweet song kick. Finding an unspoken joy with the way the guitar would play with the violinists hunkering down with great precision to add the melody and bring you back to the softness of the tambourine. Though, most down here would find Sinatra to be too heavy with the sheer affection in his tone, the love that he felt for his family, his daughter, his life, his world.. It was comforting in the realm of depravity and anguish.

As your dainty hands pushed down your uniform, straightening the fabric of your skirt and apron as you neared a closet on the lobby floor containing many different types of cleaning supplies. You grabbed the mop and mop bucket, a bottle of Fizz-uloso, and a few rags from the greed ring that you tucked away into your apron for safe keeping before venturing to the bathroom to situate yourself and your products. You thoughtlessly yet automatically began to get your things together, flipping through your shuffled playlists in search of a song that would start off your night just right.

You settled on Frankie Valli, giggling as you exited the bathroom with your things in either hand, having tucked away your phone into your pocket as soon as the beat had started up. Even though you were in good spirits, a certain bartender was not in the best of moods, but who could have blamed the poor man? He was being forced to work off his debt by playing nice guy at a shitty hotel he had no desire to be at. The two of you had many big interactions as well as the common clumsy moments from you that he saved you from. Husker sat on his stool, opposite side to the lobby while waiting late for customers to wander in, clipboard on the bartop 'incase' some poor soul wanted to redeem themselves for some unruly reason, seven had for boarding up for the night. He doubted some fucked up Crackhead had any intention of becoming a better person, or a murderer for that matter. But he did secretly have hopes for the princess of hells bleeding heart, her kind nature was foreign to hell, the people down here truly not deserving of her hard work whatsoever.

The cat demons ears twitched, flexing while they rotated lightly to the sound of footsteps, initially believing they were from outside but finding comfort that it wasn't some random creature and merely the night crew like himself. He'd always been fond of seeing you around, especially when he'd be doing work for the radio demon, though you never spoke much and always seemed to be ignoring the world unless needed, he considered you good company for the fact you kept to yourself. He'd gotten to see your vulnerable side, when he'd try to think of anything about you the amount of memories that flooded in were almost overwhelming enough to make him drop the glasses hed be cleaning, for you never wanted a drink, nor would you partake in any activities during the day time, he knew that strawberries were something you detested, and the thought of building a garden had always crossed your mind when talking with Nifty. He'd only see you in the night, a translucent pale sinneress, a ghostly creature with only a singular repetitive mission everyday. Now, he'd greet you once or twice if you'd get close enough, always nodding acknowledgably, or perhaps asking how your night was by saying you looked tired due to how much you really slept, but you'd never respond because of that other world you'd submerge yourself in, in your mind. At first he considered it rudeness, or a smug attitude, but it really wasn't when he'd find you suddenly engulfed in a conversation with Sir Pentious or Niff, even if shes a creepy little thing, it seemed you were a rather patient and caring thing despite being down here. Apart from ignoring everything you were probably as nice if not 'nicer' then the princess herself, so gentle and sweet, traits that attracted the fucked up and deprived creeps to the bar so often. You never noticed them, the regulars that would check into the hotel for a few hours just to drink some good brain damage and gawk at you until they made a slip up that he'd have to correct and reprimand. There were many times unbeknownst to you that these lowly creatures would come in and talk about a beautiful demoness that worked here that they'd follow or seen and got some info about, loan sharks often slinking in claiming to have business just cause of your appearance and sweetness, and just as you'd come around the corner they'd make their moves. A cat caller was there the first night Alastor had ordered you to work, a short demon with a sizeable amount of power, though not enough to gain your attention when he'd speak. He had called out to you, calling you a curvy piece of ass as you had bent down to wring out your mophead after just dusting and wiping the pillars to a bleached white shine, your thigh guard peeked from below your skirt just barely. But what really set him off was when he called you over after your blissfully unaware form began to receed to the bathrooms to refill your bucket, he was only a few feet away from the bathroom door when Husk had him pinned onto the floor with a growl of annoyance and disgust. That customer was thrown out after a good thirty seconds of threats and a single slugger to the jaw. You had exited the bathroom with new water just to see some blood on the ground that you'd have to clean up, but thankfully you hadn't seen how it was made and that was good enough for Husk at the time until he learned of your many experiences watching the Radio demon at work.

The one after that was a taller, regal yet idiotic looking demon with a face resembling a mime but could still communicate verbally without the movement of its mouth. Illusion was his trick, appearing near the bar as he actually inched closer to you as you were on a small step ladder, a single leg popped out into the air as you leaned forward to reach the top of a shelf near the bar where Husk was cleaning at the counter. Mischievously the demon snapped one of the legs of the stool to get a rather risqué view of your underwear, your body went tumbling over to the side with a yelp as you tried to grab at the shelf for balance which resulted in bottles to fall aling with you. The warm embrace of fur and a soft grunt made your eyes pry open, finding yourself in the clutches of Husks claws.. They were digging into your plushy legs and the other at your ticklish side, much to the mimes anger at the time. You had given him a supressed noise of automatic laughter while wiggling in his hands to push at his chest, much to his amusement you began to giggle as he tried to put you down, claiming he was doing it on purpose due to his grip tightening at your hand which was gripping onto his tie for support. The mimes face shifted to one that had stared a silent scream at the two of you, a howl leaving it as it made an attempt to knock over the over liquor bottles that were on the wall before vanishing out the main entrance of the hotel with a high pitched screech.

The Demon that had actually had you in his clutches and out of the building was probably the second to last of them that had been hanging around. He was a loan shark, one of those, you owe me one kinda guys that took it to the extremes. With his fedora the guy sauntered in, directly to you, practically dragging you half way out of the hotel with you only blinking in inquiry as you followed behind, innocently watching his lips move but to no avail to you due to your earphones. You had seen Husk worked up but not to this extent at that time, and he had never been so surprised with himself. At that moment he had seen only a filter of red over his gaze, eyes blazing with hatred as he loomed over you and the male demon who turned with a shriek before pulling out a gun to aim at the Cat. Husks cards took easy care to destroy his opponents weapon, pouncing with wings spread full length before he tore the Loan sharks throat clean out of his neck with his fangs and slashed a gash the size of his tail through his body. By that time, all of you were outside, but his friends had been waiting for him so the commotion was seen by them and their gunfire retaliated at Husk. In the end, they were in a heaping mess scattered around. Charlie had walked out the next morning to dead bodies and flipped out on Alastor, who took the fall with grace and little care.

The last one, had made you the most uncomfortable out of the ones you'd remembered, or that Husk had seen you truly scared. He wouldnt have blamed you for it either.. You were such a fragile beauty in the dark pit that hell was. The guy was bulky, ripped to say the least and apparently blessed below the belt because even through your earbuds you could hear his disgusting advances for you and you'd turned off your music to politely decline him and shift over near the bar entrance to keep good distance, but because of how Featherlite you were, even with your curvaceous appearance you were easily tugged over to him by his big arms. "Come on, sweetie, don'tcha want a nice guy like me keepin' the creeps away?" You had never shaken your head so fast, your little body tugging away feverishly. He tried harder, noting how the both of you were alone for that moment, and that had urked you blindly to grip at the bar countertop to rip yourself from his grasp, he didnt like it. "Quit strugglin before I break something toots-" Because of the grip, he'd taken your hand with him, the flesh and bone ripping enough to invoke a groan from the injury and your voice to go from its usual sweet and kind to a fearful and desperate scream of agony. “HUSK!!!” It wouldn't have been the first time your body had been ripped up, but it always, always hurt like no other feeling. The burning sensation of your phantom limb no longer being in place made you tremble, legs shaking as the larger demon barked an insult to your frailness, "Fucking pathetic-"

Husk hadn't ran for someone in years, but your voice being so distraught and desperate made his instincts kick into overdrive and his drunken mind go sober instantly as he rounded the corner from the bathrooms to see you behind the counter backed into the bottles, “Sir, you can't be back here-” The tears that were streaming nervously down your face nearly stopped at seeing him, “Whiskers, there you are!!” eyes widening joyously before realizing that you were still pinned and reverting back to your scared expression, the water works upping yet again as the demon snagged your torn wrist to worsen your pain with a powerful tug forward. And that did it, his wings expanding to full mast as his body grew larger, and he entered his demonic form to the extent that his contract would allow, roaring loudly as he destroyed the bar area of the new hotel, its sleek new design now crumbled to piles of concrete, wood, and various liquids as well as blood. The disgusting pervert crawled out of the rubble somewhat fine, a hurt arm being held by his better one as he turned to stare into the demonic face of the bartender as you popped out from beneath the four legged man above you.

It was gruesome for you, but an eternity for Husker as he completely ruined that monster, pulling entrails out and body parts off with force so strong that it had made you nearly gag at the noises and mere sight of this unrecognizablesize of the bar cat youd came to liking so much. But you had to end it, even if you believed the bastard deserved it. To be, be torn from each joint, ripped from the bone to the soul that he had managed to keep from most over lords. Husks claws scratched and dug, his fangs tearing at his skull and piercing through the socket with that satisfying crunch. Covering yourself in blood as you tackled Husk off the unfortunate little bitch to try to calm him down as his mouth oozed blood and eyes burned with rage, you clung around his thick neck, burying your face in his chest fur while pleading loudly over his howls of rage. He only really stopped seething when you started crying for real, sobbing into his shoulder hard as you held your injured arm against his chest. He had remembered how it felt like a lasso had been wrapped around his mind to be pulled back onto the brink of sanity he had always been at. He shrunk down back to his normal form, wrapping his arm around you as he fell to the blood covered ground to catch his breath with you safely in his hold as footsteps echoed in the creaking silence. Charlie had screamed in horror at the bloodbath spreads across her new walls and began to cry into Vaggies shoulder as they emerged with Alastor to see what all the hullabaloo was about, the radio demon mended your wound while Husk held you in his lap, head on your shoulder heaving as you had stopped crying and the pain went into shock as the glowing black threads stitched you back together perfectly. But as you had tried to get up, Husk moved the two of you around the corner and to the hall so you could go and clean up in the bathroom as he went to the mens. That night had really sealed the deal for the former overlord when it came to you.

As you skipped around the corner, you caught glimpse of the big cat, seeing a nod from him as you found your way to the center of the lobby and dropped your bucket so-so onto the tile with a tiny wave back, watching as water splashed over the side from the force before you dipped and wrung out your mop. The squelch of the mop water was happily drowned out by your tunes, feet moving to the pace in which the music was set as your tentacle-like cleaning utensil glided across the floors. Even with how large the main floor was, it was easier to clean then it looked, your first round being finished by the time about six songs had skimmed by. Your mop found its way near the bartop, Michael Bublé blasting loud in your ears while you used a single hand to lift each barstool as you mopped beneath them, soon gliding with the click of your heels behind the counter you shifted around the big cat and his wings by ducking under them, sweetly and gently brushing them with your free hand and a giggle. You hadn't heard him ask you what your deal was, nor the growl of annoyance as he got up when you spun again and unknowingly dropped your device onto the ground with a light tac as you treaded off. Husks ear flicked again as you disappeared into the hall with your mop after you'd wrung it out again, his cat-like curiosity taking hold of his better judgment as he picked it up and took it back over to the bartop to set it down.

The screen lit as it was sat down, the music name scrolling over the screen as well as the names of the artists, the particular genre was an odd choice. But now he understood why you were constantly unaware of your surroundings as he slid up on the screen to unlock it, sliding down to reach the Bluetooth button so he could turn it off to see what would occur and to his delight, from the darkness of the hallway at the near end of it he heard a confused hum. With this in mind he clicked on the play button of the music icon on your home screen, slipped the phone under the bartop, and music began to ring about the lobby. 'Sha-boom, by The Chords? What a selection..' He concurred as your petite figure emerged from the dark of the hall with a nervous expression. "Uhm?-" Your voice, like always, dripping in an affectionate honey like tone as you scampered over to the bar where Husk made it clear he hadn't cared that she had attempted to gain his attention. 'Let's see how you like it, hm?'

"Husk, where did my phone go?" You inquired, hands reaching behind the thick strands of your hair that hid your headphones so that you could take them out. The music continued, the end of the song coming up as you shifted to look around the countertop and under barstools, a bit around the bars area as well before you attempted to come round the back of it again, only to have Husk stop you with the loud clink of a glass on the solid surface of the counter. It was full of a brownish bourbon, ice clicking together as he reached under the counter to pull out a small, yet big cherry that he dropped in the top with his usual scowl. "Sit down." He grumbled as he watched your obedience slide up and onto a stool with a nervous noise of discomfort. "What's up with these?" He huffed out as he pulled out one of his clawed hands that was tightly closed, unfurling it to show the headphones you'd taken out just moments ago. You blinked, looking to your hand with a surprised but also rather impressed expression, "I- I like to listen to music? Uh- Excessively?" You stated, more like questioned, a tad bit confused by the sudden interrogation. "On full blast? How the hell do you get anything done when you can't hear shit around you?" He huffed, dropping the little items on the ground as the sweet voice of Missus Fitzgerald began to scat herself into song. "Well it's easier when I tune everyone out, I truly don't like interacting with sinners.. So uh, I just turn up the volume and submerge myself?" You began to shrink into yourself as you explained what was going on, simply trying to end the conversation so you could go back to your little world of musicals and dancing at random.

"And if someone were to attack you while this is happening again? The hotel is always open, it's always available for said sinners to enter, what if a serial killer fond of little ladies like yourself ends up wandering in with an adrenaline rush like the last few fucked up dickheads?" His paw slammed on the top of the bar, making you jump slightly and look down with a blush of embarrassment at his skepticism and truth. "Well, I-" He cut you off, seeing how you'd drawled out your words in thought, "Well what? You keep it low enough to hear? Bullshit, I asked you what your deal was a bit ago and you were ignoring me-" You blushed harder, your pearly white skin turning bright pink now as you tried to speak up cause you felt your reason valid to your little situation. "You know what? No, I definitely need to know that actual reason because, however stupid this shit is, I'm gonna end up drinking because of you dipshits." He picked up the drink he'd offered you, taking a swig of it with a straight face, like he'd just drank water when you knew it had to be strong just by the damn smell. "I listen to it loudly because I know I'm safe!" Was your discreet and polite way of speaking, making Husk scoff into the glass as he slammed it down with a clunk. "You're safe? Yeah, about thirty seconds is all someone needs before your ass is on the floor half naked and being taken advantage of before someone else comes out because the commotion is just barely too loud." You gasped and covered your ears with a shriek, head shaking as you began to speak rapidly and more explainitory. "No no no no, Jesus, fuck- No!!" You gasped, burying your head into your little hands with a noise of embarrassment at his miss of what you meant. "God, I mean't that you're out here every night!" He expression faltered, eyebrow raising slightly as he took a swig again, apparently at the reaction you'd had to his bluntness. "And - And since‐ Since you're always watching me while you keep up with who wanders in and out, I assume that you'll spring into action if a danger comes by.." You muffled your words into your hands, a soft noise of embarrassment earning you a scoff yet again from the big winged cat. "Oh, come on, Husk -" You were already embarrassed, his additional noise making it worse than even before he cut you off, "Nah, listen to me. Yes, yes.. I'd help you out in a cinch like that, doll. I always will, but I can't always be there to help-" You butted in with an, "I know-" But he shoved the bourbon into your hands and that hushed you as the liquid sloshed and splattered onto your apron with a strong stinging smell that made you squint a wince out a noise of discomfort "And since I can't always be there to help that means you gotta take care of yourself. So, no more headphones while working. As grotesquely fucking wholesome as your music is, you can play it down here when your here out loud and work.." Your eyes lit up as you subconsciously brought your glass to your lips, sipping at it only to go bug-eyed and cough harshly while setting it down, much to his delight of finally coaxing you to partake in his indulging you in his drinks of fancy. He smiled at your fit of gagging, eyes narrowing knowingly now as he revealed your device to place it on the bar again, but smacked your hand as you went to take both it and your headphones.

So, things went as so. You'd wake around midnight and bring your things out, hesitantly leaving your earphones behind each time as you'd lock your door behind you, then get your cleaning supplies, set up your music whatever genre it may be, get a load of rude-teasing from the bartender, and then start from the bottom up like usual. But through this different change, you noticed that Husk was much more talkative during the night then during the day, mentioning he'd barely talk this much even to Nifty when you'd make your little sweet observations. He'd always greet you, albeit in a moody tone, but nonetheless. He'd see if you'd like a drink half way through your cleaning when you would have to come back down for a refill of supplies or had to run out and back in from the store to get more things, and at the end of your shifts and his, he'd even started walking you back to your room since his was a few floors higher for his hermit-like type of living.

It was all rather refreshing, if you'd say so yourself. Learning that he had been doing most of this the whole time you'd been working here, apart from the walking to your room with you and you had been ignoring it all. So much kindness from a source you would never have thought could be that way since you had sold your soul for your happiness to remain in any situation. At this point you had throughly enjoyed being in his company, finding yourself looking forward to not only cleaning the hotel but getting to chat up the ol' drunk kitty cat who didn't mind your frazzled repetitive music tastes. Even gone as far as to wonder what he'd sound like while singing with you due to hearing him hum along to your same songs you'd listen to on repeat. So deep.. Perhaps a baritone?

You smiled softly as you skipped down the hall with your things in hand, sliding your bucket into the middle of the lobby as you tossed the mophead into it to soak for a moment before you got to work. Approaching the bar countertop, you got your phone out and pulled up the very first playlist you had been listening to when you'd left your headphones in your room and placed your device on the surface full blast, much to Husks distaste. "What's up with you and this? It's like your trying to not so subtly hint at having a kink for soft lovey dovey shit." His way of putting it always made you cringe, 'Why does he have to put it that way..? These were the songs he'd hum to so often..' You sighed inwardly to yourself, slowly wringing the mophead into your bucket as Ella's voice rang for the umpteenth time throughout the main entrance before slapping it down to get to work.

The BarCats eyes narrowed at your ignoring of him, he wasn't upset, nor did he dislike the music. You just played it so fuckin much that he knew all the words to these ancient songs, the tunes, pitches, and tempos. He rolled his eyes when you got to work, almost instantly humming away while mopping and spinning about the floor. You'd gotten so comfortable with his gaze, so carefree when he was around, more so when you both were alone like this and he truly liked this side of you. The glass that he was cleaning with a semi-dirty rag sat on the counter with a light tap as his claw double clicked on your phone screen so he could get into your music app to look through the songs on this playlist. 'Seriously?' He huffed in his mind, 'Would he?'. What kind of a playlist name was that? He shucked his belittling thoughts away and scrolled through them, noting how they were placed in and what days they had been added. "Hey," He barked, eyes still on the device below him as you hummed in response. "Why is this playlist so sappy?" He asked again, toning down his phrasing so that he could get an answer.

You hummed again, twirling and swirling around until you got near the bar counter again to answer. "I like these songs together? It's a lovely ambiance, don't you think? A wonderful feeling that spreads into to make you all warm and fuzzy?" You were chipper, unfazed by his scowl of disbelief. "You actually like this?? Cause I find it hard to believe." You rolled your eyes, Marvin Gaye taking hold of the atmosphere of the lobby which made you immediately start swaying along with the music and lip syncing to the words with a wide shit eating grin on your face. "Yep, it seems like you really do.." He groaned, a clawed paw running down his face as the song continued, ending in your attempt to sing the beginning of Paul's Ankas hit single while pointing at the bartender.

"That was trash-" He scoffed as you stopped half way and kept mopping, watching as your offended figure spun around, skirt fluttering with a graceful anger as your heel clicked the ground in a light sounding smack. "I'd like to see you sing one of these song then, they're hard when you don't have the vocals, huh?" You puffed your cheeks out, obviously joking, you loved to sing this way to throw people off. You really had a wonderful voice, merely shy to sing with your heart in front of others. But the stolen shit eating grin you'd had was now on his toothy smirk, tapping on a song that you hadn't heard in a while. Husk walked around the bar and over to you, starting off Frank Sinatras duet that he had made with his daughter before he had passed on.

"I know I stand in line, until you think you have the time to spend an evening with me. And if we go someplace to dance I know that there's a chance you won't be leaving with me.."

His hand reached out and took yours, making you stop your work to look at him with wide eyes, you were right. Baritone..♡

"And afterwards we'd stop into a tiny place and have a drink or two," The hand he'd used to grab your own, brought it above your head and spun you, sliding behind you to the other side before letting go to move closer to your side so he could sing again, hands and arms wrapping around you in a surprisingly warm hug as he sang further, enchanting you to listen more.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid, like I love you.." He swooned into your ear, teasing as you stiffened and yelped when he took hold of your hands to spin you around to face him, leading you to the music with ease because of your dumbfoundment. You piped in, quieter than him but still there, singing along with him as his moves became looser and more fluent, fun, and improvised yet rather precise. Your skirt fluttered as you were spun with grace, heels soft as they tapped the floor along with his feet. He seemed more than content, loving almost as he dipped you to where his nose brushed against yours, whiskers twitching against his muzzle as he grinned with your bashful smile.

"I practice everyday to find some coverlines to say to make the meaning come true, but then I think I'll wait until the evening gets late and I'm alone with you." You sang along, a bit louder but not expecting him to go quiet for that moment. "The time is right, your perfume fills my head; the stars get red and oh the nights so blue~" He added, watching your face turn red with a chuckle as he spun you yet again, guiding you through the main entrance and in circles. His wings we're flexing, flapping delightedly at this situation and spreading enough to attempt enticing you.

"And then I go and spoil it all by saying something stupid like, I love you..~" You never thought his tone could have deepened, but it did, coaxing you closer in awe with your lips parted ever so slightly. "I love you.." You sang back, "I love you..." He sang, only slower this time, leaning down with slowly flattening ears and half lidded eyes, "I love you..♡" The gap was sealed, but only for a moment before the sound of clapping came from beside you. The two of you disconnected almost instantly. "BRAVO!" A voice, filtered harshly with static spoke aloud, hands softly slapping together as he walked in with a smile like the man always did. "Quite the performance, you two, quite a performance. That was a rather enthralling exchange. Just wait until Charlie hears the glorious news that her worthless hotel is working!" He babbled away proudly, the warbling ghostlike laughter of his shadow singing in the background as it circled the two of your own shadows. Your hand had smacked over your mouth at the distance Husk had so boldly closed with his furry lips, he seemed unfazed yet still agitated by your boss's appearance.

"Jesus fuck- Wow, Al, I didn't see you there!" You giggled out with a shocked yelp after placing a hand over your chest in surprise.

"Now my dear, that's no way for a lady to speak." He tutted, microphone shifting in his hand to gently tap the top of your head in warning as Husk rolled his eyes in annoyance before pulling you back over and behind him so the two of you could get back to work, how you adore this silly demon kitty.

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[ladykailitha]

Across a Crowded Room Part 5

Here we go! The last chapter of this short story that was only supposed to take a couple hours and be absolutely light and fluffy.

*checks notes* yeah this thing was none of that!

But I hope you like the ending!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Eddie found a table quickly. That was the best part about going in the morning on a week day. While the colleges were out, the school age kids were still in class so the zoo was practically empty.

He pulled out his phone to check any messages he may have gotten, when his phone lit up with Nancy’s number.

He sighed, wondering if he should just let it go to voicemail, but he figured he might as well rip the bandaid off.

“Hello!” he said.

“Eddie!” Nancy said. It was clear she was already irritated. “Did you hear that Robin is staying with some stranger when she moves out to New York?”

Robin had in fact called him after she called Steve because she was avoiding calling Nancy.

“It would be no different if she was moving into the dorms,” Eddie reminded her. “The girl she’s staying with is the cousin of one of her friends so she’s not a total stranger. Plus they talked first to see if they could tolerate each other enough to be roommates.”

Nancy sighed. “It’s just I was really looking forward to having her on my couch, you know? After Jonathan left me, I really wanted the company.”

Eddie pinched the bridge of his nose. After Steve opened his eyes last night, he was starting to see a pattern to Nancy’s relationships. She was in a word, a serial monogamist.

“Yeah,” he said instead. “But it’s good she has a place to move to right off the bat so she isn’t living out of a suitcase, like she has been all this week.”

Another sigh. “You’re right, of course. I just worry about her. She’ll be on the other side of the city and we won’t be able to see each other that often.”

Eddie silently cheered. “That’s too bad. Look, I’ve got to go, Steve’s due back any second.”

“So how is Steve these days?” Nancy asked. “I heard he graduated from college.” But the way she said it, she made it sound like a fucking miracle.

Eddie chuckled. “Things are great! We went apartment hunting yesterday and decided to go to the zoo today.”

There was silence on the line for a beat too long before she said, “It’s good you two are reconnecting.”

“Oh there has been a lot of connecting all right,” Eddie said with a smirk. “With our hands, our mouths, our dic–”

“What?!” she shrieked. “You and Steve are dating?”

He puffed out his chest in pride. “Yeah. We finally got on the page on Monday after I got into Chicago. It’s been really great.”

“And you’re already moving into together, isn’t that fast?” she asked, her voice quivering.

Eddie looked up to Steve smiling down at him. “Look, he’s here. I’ve got to go.”

“Edd–”

Nancy didn’t get to finish his name because he had hung up on her.

Steve rolled the cooler over to the table and hefted it onto its surface. “Nancy I’m guessing.”

Eddie blinked at him for a moment. “How did you know that?”

“Robin called me,” he muttered. “Said she was really upset that Robin was moving in with Cassie–”

“Chrissy, love,” Eddie gently corrected.

Steve snapped his fingers. “That was it, yeah. Chrissy. Anyway, Robin said Nancy was upset that she wasn’t staying her because she wanted ‘girl bonding time’ or some shit.” He started unpacking their food. “Like Nancy didn’t recently come out as bi.”

Eddie sighed as he got to work, too pulling out the plates and utensils. “You said we shouldn’t call Nancy last night to blast her, so I called Jonathan. I wanted to know what he said about their break up.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” Eddie hummed. “He told her wanted couple’s counseling because he felt like the relationship had become more unbalanced lately and he wanted to make it work out.”

Steve opened their sides and sat down next to him. “I’m guessing that went over like a lead balloon.”

Eddie took a chip from the bag and munched. “Pretty much,” he said around the chip. “So he gave her the ultimatum and she chose to break up.”

“I give her three weeks before she goes running back to him.”

Eddie snorted. “I bet she thought with Robin coming up to New York she could scoop up a new girlfriend.”

“I wouldn’t put it past her.”

They settled into a comfortable silence as they ate their food. They cleaned up and walked back to the car.

“This was a fun idea,” Steve murmured. “Even if Nancy decided to call and put a damper things a bit.”

“Yeah,” Eddie said. “But I’m glad you had fun today.”

Steve chewed his bottom lip. “Would you like to go to dinner with me to that Italian restaurant I was telling you about yesterday morning?”

Eddie’s eyes lit up. “Like a proper date?”

“Yeah.”

“Hell yeah,” Eddie said, pumping his fist. “I’ll drop you off at your place so I can shower and change. And maybe tonight you could spend the night with me at the hotel?”

Steve grinned. “That sounds like great idea Eds. I’ll pack an overnight bag and bring it with me to dinner. Is that okay?”

Eddie pulled him in for a deep kiss. “I’m game.”

****

Steve showered and shaved. Whistling a happy tune, dancing to the song to the music in his head.

His phone rang and he walked over to the counter to see who it was. He rolled his eyes when he saw it was Nancy.

He sighed. It seemed that she had gone the rounds with Eddie and Robin and having gotten no where with them, decided to go to Steve.

“Hey.”

“Steve,” Nancy said, her voice clipped. “Eddie spends two days in your company and suddenly everything has changed. And certainly not for better. So I have to ask what the hell did you say to them?”

Steve threw his head back and laughed. “You’re afraid I told them the truth about us.”

“There is no truth, Steve,” Nancy hissed. “You believed one thing and I believed another.”

“You can keep telling yourself that,” he said. “And Eddie and I got together when he got into town. We were to meet up for drinks. Originally he was supposed to get in around three and meet us for drinks at seven, but because of a tropical storm, his flight was delayed three times. So he got in, came to the bar, and kissed the hell out of me. I had barely got a hello out before we were kissing. So I literally didn’t have time to tell him anything.”

He could feel her brooding on the other end of the phone. “And as for Robin, when we met up for dinner after a disastrous apartment hunting her and Eddie commiserated about having to find a place in a new city. I suppose she was still feeling that when she spent the night at Kendra’s and told her all about it.”

The brooding intensified.

“Is there anything else you would like to accuse me of or can I go on my date with Eddie now?”

“That’s all,” Nancy huffed. “It just seems so sudden.”

“Life is like that,” he agreed. “And oh, never call me again. I’m blocking this number.”

He hung up and proceeded to do just that. He felt lighter than he had in days.

He grabbed his stuff and left the apartment with a smile on his face.

****

Eddie tapped on the wheel as he waited for Steve to come down. He was glad that things had smoothed out after that disastrous second day in ole Windy City.

The zoo was just what they needed to take their minds off of things.

When Steve came thundering down the stairs, Eddie wolf whistled. Holy fuck.

Steve was wearing a grey vest over a light blue button up, first three buttons undone, sleeves rolled up, and messily tucked into the tightest blue jeans Eddie had ever seen.

In other words, Eddie was doomed. He would be writing songs about Steve’s ass in those jeans for years to come. The boys were going to murder him, but god it would be worth it.

Steve opened the door and slid into the passenger seat, throwing his pack onto the back seat.

“You ready to go, baby?” Eddie asked brightly.

“Yup!”

Dinner was amazing. The conversation flowed as easily as Steve’s wine. Since Eddie was driving, he only had one beer that he nursed throughout the meal.

When they got back to the hotel, Eddie was relentless in his pursuit of Steve’s pleasure. He loved mapping out every freckle, every mole. Finding out which parts made him moan and which ones made him giggle.

Finding out he was ticklish under his right knee was a revelation to Eddie, because Steve would scrunch up his nose when he giggled and god, did that melt Eddie’s heart.

Sex was less intense then their first time, but more enjoyable for it’s learning of each other’s bodies.

They cleaned themselves up and got ready for bed. Eddie licked his lips when he saw that Steve didn’t bring any pajamas.

“Is this how normally sleep or is this a show just for me?”

Steve looked down at the one scrape of clothing covering his body and shucked off his underwear. “I usually just wear briefs to bed because our apartment is awful. It’s freezing in the kitchen and front room, but ass hot in bedrooms.”

Eddie eyed Steve’s body as he thought about joining him in the naked sleeping thing. “Why don’t you go full frontal?”

Steve snorted. “Robin.”

Eddie’s eyes snapped up to Steve’s. “Oh. Right. Roommate who doesn’t like man bits, not wanting to see said man bits even accidentally. Got it.”

“And depending on my next place I might need to sleep with five layers and twelve blankets or nothing at all,” Steve said with a giggle.

“Can I vote for nothing at all?”

Steve laughed.

They crawled into bed. Eddie had chosen to at least put on pajama bottoms because he didn’t like the idea of having his balls touch those sheets.

Once they were cuddled up in bed Steve murmured, “Nancy called me right before you showed up.”

Eddie sighed. “Because of course she did. What did she want?”

“To blame me for you two turning on her,” he explained.

Eddie frowned and moved back enough to look Steve in the eye. “What? I don’t think Robin and I said anything to that affect.”

“Oh I know,” Steve agreed. “But she thinks I tricked you into dating me and conjured Chrissy from thin air all to ruin her life.”

Eddie snorted. “Once you told me about the cheating I told Uncle Wayne about it, and he said that there were a lot of things off about Nancy that he had noticed over the years and wondered why I hadn’t seen them, too.”

Steve let out a long sigh. “Because she didn’t want you to see them. I don’t blame you for it.”

Eddie kissed him. “Thank you for that. But anyway, the point is that once he said that, it was like someone had turned on the light and could see everything so much cleared and everything was only ever for her benefit, she was just really good at making you feel like it was for yours too.”

He pulled Steve in close. “But the blinders are off, babe. I’m one hundred percent yours.”

Steve smiled. “That’s all I could ever ask for.”

Eddie kissed him soundly and then they settled into sleep.

****

Steve rarely slept in, but sleeping in Eddie’s arms apparently made his internal clock line up with Eddie’s instead.

He woke up and groggily looked at the digital alarm clock on the bedside table and blinked at it. He wasn’t sure, but he could have sworn it said 10:54am.

That couldn’t be right. He picked up his phone and nope. Apparently that was the correct time.

Then he realized what had woke him. Eddie came out of the bathroom with a fond smile on his face.

“Morning, sleepyhead,” he greeted, bending down to kiss Steve on the lips. “I’ve ordered us some food, but alas it has to be lunch at this point.”

Steve chuckled and slid out of bed. “I blame you entirely for that, by the way. I never sleep in like that.”

“It’s good for you,” Eddie grinned. “Especially after the roller coaster of emotions that has been the last few days. Your body needed rest, so you got it.”

Steve nodded. “I figure we can go out today and look at more apartments, if you’re up to it.”

“Sure thing, babe.”

There was a knock on the door and Eddie went to go answer it as soon as Steve was in the bathroom.

Eddie tipped the guy and they settled down to eat their brunch, such as it was.

While they ate, Eddie and Steve pulled up several different apartments that could work for them with their budget and made a list of out of the links based on how close they were to Eddie’s hotel.

Steve showered and got dressed. He packed up his stuff and threw it in the back seat of Eddie’s rental.

The first one was a bust. Literally. A pipe had burst the night before and the owner had been working on getting it fixed, so he hadn’t updated the site. It wouldn’t be livable for two months. Well past when Steve or Eddie needed to be moved in by.

So they moved on.

Crumby landlords, obvious signs of pests, and high prices struck again.

They stopped for dinner.

“Fuck,” Eddie groused. “I’m going to be making a fair amount, but not enough for these prices.”

Steve nodded. “It’s why I was living with Robin. Everything is just too expensive these days.” He chewed on his lip for a moment.

“Move in with me!” he blurted.

Eddie looked up at him with wide eyes.

“What?”

“We both loved that third apartment we saw,” Steve explained. “It had two bedrooms and two full baths. It had a nice kitchen and was already wired for internet. Neither of us can afford it alone, but...”

Eddie gulped and pursed his lips. “And you’d want that, with me?”

Steve nodded.

“Yeah,” Eddie said with a fond smile. “Let’s do that, then. You can move in right away and get things set up and then when I move to Chicago at the end of the month, I can just slide right in.”

Steve kissed him fiercely and then called the landlord.

Two hours later they were the proud renters of a brand new shiny apartment.

A lot of their friends thought that they were moving a little too quickly getting an apartment together, but Eddie and Steve knew it was the start of something wonderful.

And really that was the best outcome either one of them could have hoped to dream for when they had made plans for Eddie to come out to Chicago.

Robin and Chrissy got along so well, that before classes even started in the fall, Robin had moved into Chrissy’s bedroom and they turned the second bedroom into a dance studio for Chrissy.

Nancy tried getting back with Jonathan a month later as Steve predicted, but he told her to get therapy and moved back to California to be with his mom, who had retired out there.

Steve didn’t know if she ever got the therapy she needed, but he hoped she did.

Eddie’s band was making lots of great progress on their album and the company was getting ready to release their first single. A little song about finding love right when you needed it most.

Steve had gotten a teaching position at a middle school as their basketball couch and US history teacher.

He was happy with the life he had, he didn’t need to worry about the life he’d lost when he broke up with Nancy all those years ago.

It was too soon to think about marriage, but Steve had a ring that he had bought years ago that he thought would look good on Eddie’s hand. But they had time.

And wasn’t that just amazing.

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[starry-hughes]

hey mat(t)hew

mat barzal x reader, matthew tkachuk x reader

warnings: cheating, angst, mentions of sex, more angst, barzy ends up heartbroken but so does tkachuk, inspired by the song hey ben (games we play & hoodie allen)

summary: matthew finds out you have another boyfriend who happens to be closer to him than he would have ever guessed.

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I got some things that I've been meaning to get off my chest. Been holding on to this so long, I've never been so stressed. 

Mathew Barzal was never expecting a text from a random number addressing him as Mathew. He didn’t even know who this was. Why was this person addressing him as if they knew one another, as if they had something in common?

“Hey Mathew… hate to be the bearer of bad news..”

That’s how the text started. 

And this might just weird you out, But I flagged you down to say, I know we haven't met, But we've got tons of friends in common, And lying isn't me, so I'll just be completely honest. 

You had wanted to get out of Fort Lauderdale since you were a teenager. As soon as the opportunity presented itself, acceptance to NYU and funding from your parents, you were in New York. The plan wasn’t to find a job right out of graduation and work for a company based in Fort Lauderdale. Luckily, you didn’t have to return there often, just for the occasional, one-time-a-month trip, your job letting you work remotely for the most part. 

Your life was perfect. A college degree, a job, and a hot boyfriend, Mathew Barzal. Your life was enjoyable, being a hockey girlfriend and successful. It wasn’t that Mat was a bad boyfriend. He was great. He would buy expensive gifts, tell you that he loves you, everything you could ask for. 

Both traveling for work, it wasn’t out of the ordinary to go down to Florida for work while Mat was traveling as well, he’d be on the West Coast while you were down in Florida, sitting through boring meetings. He’d text you good morning and good night, call you if he could, and tell you he loved you. 

You weren’t sure what had gotten into you. Maybe it was the fact that a minor argument had happened while you were packing to leave on your work trip of the month and Mathew was staying in New York for the week. You were staying at a rental house, paid for by your company, it was a nice place in a nice area: Sunrise, Florida. 

Hey Ben, I'm sorry, but I might have slept with your girlfriend I was under the impression she was my girlfriend. Don't worry, it won't happen again. But, hey Ben, I can't make any promises. 

Matthew Tkachuk had been on the Florida Panthers for a short time when he stumbled into you. You were on a jog, needing to clear your head about your rocky relationship back home. Matthew was rounding his car, walking to the trunk when you jogged by and startled him. You ripped out your headphones, huffing an apology. “It’s okay,” Matthew flashed a smile at you, “I’ve never seen you around here.” 

With your hands on your hips, you suddenly feel something, lust. “Just here on a work trip, can I help you with groceries? Since I startled you.” He had completely forgotten about the groceries in his trunk, the Publix bags staring at him. 

You ended up sleeping with Matthew Tkachuk that night. 

You felt guilty. Horrible. But the sex was too good. It would be a secret, one you wanted to take to the grave. A one-time thing. You’d delete his number, forget his name and the way his beard scratched your thighs. 

Hey Ben, I'm sorry, but I might have slept with your girlfriend. I guess she went and fucked around with both our heads, I think I might have ruined your day. Hey Ben, I'm sorry that you found out from me. 

Mathew didn’t notice anything was off. You had decided not to tell him. You got home and everything was fine. He apologized, gave you a pretty necklace and told you he loved you. Everything was fine. 

Except when your phone would buzz in the middle of the night. You had hidden WhatsApp in one of your app folders, Mathew believed it was for work. Matthew, from Florida, would send texts, saying he was thinking about you, thinking about the night you shared. 

You knew it was wrong, but when your boyfriend fell asleep next to you, you were texting Matthew. Scandalous pictures of your clevage exchanged when Mathew was on a roadie, texts regarding your next visit to Florida, and he was totally convinced you lived in a studio apartment in New York City. 

You let it continue. Every trip for work, you would spend your nights, telling Mathew you were going to bed, and then ending up in Matthew’s bed. You even had the excuse in your head, their names were the same, it wasn’t like you were moaning someone else’s name during the night. You could use autocorrect as an excuse, telling your boyfriend that your phone corrected his name from Mathew to Matthew. 

It wasn't that Mathew was a bad boyfriend. He gave you love through gifts and kind words. But with Matthew it was different, everything was different. He wasn't telling you that he loved you but he cared. Mathew was soft and Matthew was rough, polar opposites. And having one was not good enough for you apparently.

Your fault in everything was never paying enough attention to your boyfriend’s career. He didn’t mind it. Mathew was fine if you missed his game and didn’t even care to watch from home. You didn’t bother asking Matthew what he did for work, but god there was just something familiar about his face. You shrugged off all the feelings though. But, you let Matthew call you his girlfriend, it was easier to say than situtionship. You told him you didn’t have a social media presence and he fully believed you. 

And I know we've never met But we have so much in common. If you don't believe me, check to see my skeleton in her closet. 

Matthew had found out through someone else. His teammate, Sam Reinhart, next to him on the plane to Dallas, scrolling through Instagram. Matthew saw your face, saw you smiling in the picture, Mathew Barzal kissing your cheek, a piece of jewlery on your finger. And his stomach dropped. 

How do you tell someone you’re the side piece? Matthew fell down the rabbit hole of Mat Barzal’s social media, finding your private Instagram, the one you claimed you didn’t have. Pictures and pictures on Barzal’s Instagram, featuring you, featuring you and him in the summers, Italian vacations, wearing a WAG jacket during the playoffs. 

Matthew’s jaw clenched, he was better than Barzal, hell his team made it further in the 2022-2023 playoffs. He was obviously better at something, why else would you be calling him every time you were in Florida. He knew it was wrong at the end of the day, he didn’t stand for cheaters, and he wouldn’t be a dick and keep his knowledge to himself. 

A couple of texts later, Matthew was granted Mathew’s number. “Hey Mathew… Hate to be the bearer of bad news… but, I think you should know this. I kinda slept with your girlfriend.” 

And I know you'll find the dirt behind The dates and times, the alibis The text she sent November 9th. I dare you, ask to read it. 

Mathew Barzal didn’t want to believe it at first. He had just proposed, everything was perfect in his opinion. He wanted to believe it was a prank. He didn’t want to think his girlfriend, who was sleeping besides him in his shirt was cheating on him. 

Matthew Tkachuk was angry, he was upset. He knew if he was in Mat’s spot, he wouldn’t want to believe it either. But suddenly everything became so clear. How he ignored the shoes in the background of your picture, how he once saw you answering a text about spending the summer in Coquitlam. How you would suddenly text him more the nights that the New York Islanders play. 

November 9, 2022 

“I’ll be in Florida tomorrow.” You had texted him. 

November 9, 2023

“You okay?” You texted when you realized he hadn’t texted you back in a while, leaving your last flirty text on read. 

The screenshots of the texts made Mathew sick to his stomach. In less than a month, he’d be in Florida, sharing the ice with Matthew. He didn’t know if he could make it through a game with this knowledge. The two boys had agreed on telling you they knew. 

Hey Ben, I'm sorry, but I might have slept with your girlfriend. I guess she went and fucked around with both our heads. 

Sweet revenge for them both came December 2. You had panicked when Mathew told you he’d be in Florida at the same time you’d be on your work trip. You couldn’t just go and sleep with Matthew at the same time you fiance was in the city. The large diamond ring on your finger suddenly feeling very heavy. 

“How about we stay at the house your company rents you?” Mathew pressed a kiss to your lips. Even though he was about to change things, he still kissed you. “In Sunrise?” you squeaked. “Yeah, it’s not that much further from our arena.” 

You felt sick the whole time, making an excuse to Mathew. He was just in town for the night, just for the Panthers game. Then he’d be gone. “I’m going to shower,” you kissed his cheek. He nodded and as soon as you disappeared from sight, he texted the man down the street. 

“Mat? Baby? Have you seen my hairbrush?” your hair was wet still, you were so focused on drying the tips of your hair that you didn’t even realize Mat had removed his duffle bag from the bedroom. And the engagement ring you left on the dresser had been removed. 

You could have laughed at everything. At the end of the day, it was your doing. “Hey baby, did you know Matthew lives down the road? He plays with the Panthers, knows Reinhart.” 

It was ironic. Your perfect life crumbling in front of you. It was your fault. Why did it hurt? The room was painfully silent as your mouth went dry and the food you’d eaten hours before seemed to be ready to exit out of your mouth. “I, I-” you stuttered, tears filling your eyes as Matthew nodded, jaw clenched. 

“Well,” Matthew’s voice boomed, “I should go, considering you guys probably have a lot more to discuss.” Matthew brushed by you and let himself out. There would be no hard feelings between the two boys. 

“Mat baby I didn’t-” 

“I’ll be back on Long Island Sunday night. I’ll pack your things.” 

“Mathew.” 

He shook his head, eyes full of tears of betrayal and hurt. “No, you don’t get to fix this. I saw the texts, I know everything.” 

“Mathew please,” you dry heaved. “Was it worth it?” Mat’s words laced with venom, “I hope it was worth it.” 

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[guillotinebypierre]

"Hello?"

"Hello? Who are you?"

"Who are YOU. Your number was in my girl's phone."

"Who is your girl, man?"

"Jennie"

"Jennie?"

"Don't play dumb. Are you talking to her or what?"

"Oh man"

"I mean, is she trynna fuck you? Are y'all fucking or something?"

"Look man about that right there, hum"

"I mean, what are you trying to say?"

"..."

"*sigh* Just say it dawg"

--Flashback--

Y/n L/n was a personal trainer. Not exactly a cheap one either.

He works with high end celebrities only, having helped A-list names in Hollywood before until moving to South Korea to work with Kdrama actors.

What was supposed to be a quick trip turned out to take a lot longer. Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and months turned into a whole year.

Due to his stacked portfolio finding work was not hard, adapting to Korea, however, was. But he managed.

One day his agent texted him, telling him about a new client that would be paying an insane amount for his work.

His agent had already set up a meeting and so Y/n had to get dressed to meet the clients.

--Y/n POV--

"So tell me again, where we going?"

"YG Entertainment. It's a Kpop company. The basic idea behind this job is that the boss wants his idols to be healthier and to be fit for their next comeback, and your job is to ensure this happens.", my agent told me as we arrived in front of a very large building.

We walked into the reception and I let my agent do the talking.

I scanned the area and was in awe at the amazing design it had. This to me pretty much meant that their gym would be perfect.

"Y/n come on they're waiting for us.", my agent said

The building was huge, even bigger than it had seemed from the outside. We got into the elevator and stayed there for what seemed like hours.

*Ding*

"Come on Y/n, they're inside that door at the end of the floor", my manager told me.

I didn't know why, but the formality paired with the vibe of this place made me feel anxious. My palms started sweating and I suddenly felt underdressed for the occasion even though I was wearing a suit.

"Well, no matter what, it's too late for anything now since we're here"

My manager opened the door and inside the room I saw four of the most gorgeous women I had ever laid eyes upon.

The one who caught my eyes the most, however, was a small one with cat like eyes.

"Y/n you're staring", my manager whispered at me and I suddenly became conscious.

A slight blush made it's way to my face and by the quiet giggles made by the girls it was evident they saw it too.

"Hello Mr L/n. My name is Yang Hyun-Suk. As you may have been told, we at YG Entertainment have ordered you here in order for you to help my idols with their physical health. The plan is to, hopefully, keep you in our company for different idols, however, we will be testing you, so to say, with one group first.", the man who I now knew as the CEO told me.

He made a gesture towards the four women in the room and they stood up. I couldn't believe they would be my clients.

"Hello we are BLACKPINK. Please take care of us!", they said in unison.

After quick introductions I found out that they were not only my age but also that the one with the captivating eyes was called Jennie.

I decided to take it easy for our first session and just do some general fitness tests. According to YG the girls were supposed to increase their stamina and remain fit. A very easy task if you ask me. I finished up the day by giving each girl their individual diet plan, given the difference in height, weight and calorie intake. Their diets focussed on gaining weight for now, seeing as their promotions and the comeback were still a long time away.

--time skip--

3rd Person POV

BLACKPINK and Y/n had gotten to know each other for a while now, the five of them quickly becoming very good friends due to both the amount of time spent together and the small difference in ages. Y/n was almost immediately added to the girls' group chat and was much more of a friend then an employee to them.

"Alright Jen give me one more", Y/n told her as he moved behind her to spot her on squats.

"I can't-"

"Jen look at me you got this. Whatever happens I'm right here and I'll help you but I need you to continue. Push your limits, if you fail thats fine. The only way to go from failure is up, but to get up you need to fail so take a deep breath and give me one fucking more rep!", Y/n interrupted her.

The three other members, already having finished their workout and currently catching their breath on the side of the squat rack smiled at the situation. Y/n was an incredibly sweet person but he sure as hell could be a pain in the ass if he wanted to.

Jennie took her breath in and bent her knees, her upper body following as she squatted, deep, before pushing her feet into the ground and grunting in desperate attempts of moving the weight up one more time. She gritted her teeth as her hair stuck onto her sweaty forehead, her clothes soaked with sweat and water she used to cool herself down, her breaths being sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible. She looked into the mirror in front of her, seeing Y/n's handsome features looking into her eyes showing a look of reassurance, before she shook her head, indicating that she was feeling the last bit of power she had inside her leave her body at alarming speeds.

Her eyes closed, coming to term with the fact that ahe'd probably fall down with the weight on top of her, before suddenly realising she was not going down but instead going up at a speed she had never reached before. She felt a pair of muscular arms wrap under her arms as she opened her eyes and looked into the mirror, seeing that Y/n had jumped in and was now easily pulling her and the weight up.

He helped her rerack the bar before holding up his hand for a high five. He smiled reassuringly at her, proving that he truly meant his pride in failure from before, before reaching down and giving her a bottle of water. He helped her move towards the bench where the rest of her members were seated before taking out his phone and calling their manager, saying that they were done and that the girls needed a ride.

The gym wasn't at the YG building, at least for now. The YG gym was under construction, as Y/n had quite a few criticisms with it due to lack of machines as well as 'questionable' architecture, as he put it. Hence why YG rented out a nearby gym for the time being. It wasn't that big, but it did the job.

The girls continued catching their breaths before Y/n walked up to them.

"Your manager is coming in like 20 minutes. Traffic is horrible right now. You girls should go change, you'll probably need those 20 minutes to get done."

He went up to them and offered a hand, which all of them gladly took, Jennie being the first one to do so, all thought nobody knew whether it was due to the arm it was attached to or the idea of finally going home.

Y/n walked them towards the changing rooms before sitting down on the bench near the entrance and waiting. 15 minutes later he received a message by their manager, telling him that she had arrived, and just as he stood up, as if on cue, the girls appeared.

Y/n bid each of them his goodbye before watching them go out. He, however, noticed that Jennie went to a different car. He saw a figure get out and hug her before bending down and giving her a long kiss. The manager drove off with the other three as the pair continued kissing and catching up. Y/n got a better look at the guy and realised it was Kim Jongin, or Kai, also known as Jennies boyfriend.

They had never met each other, but knew of each other's existence. And as far as Y/n knew, Kai was not exactly a fan of the girls having a male trainer, saying that it was indecent and whatnot, but being immediately shut down by Jen and the others when he talked about it. He had also been told by Rosé and Lisa that Jennie wasn't exactly satisfied with Kai, which was a bit too much information, but quite hilarious either way as it made his insecurity a lot more understandable.

Nevertheless Y/n went on with his day, finally getting into his own workout. He structured it similarly to how he did it with the girls, which basically meant he worked out the same body parts as they did on the same days, which meant he was doing legs now. He started off with squats, before going on with RDLs and then doing some accessory work. His workout went great and he was very much unbothered before his phone suddenly went haywire with notifications.

the pinks and Y/nn

rosie

>@/jen was Kai on some bullshit again?🤔

lisa🤓

>he looked MADDDDDD😭😭

jisoo👵

>jen is surely dead by now, I thought he would be storming into the gym and try to fight Y/nn

>and who put that goddamn granny emoji next to my name again😒

y/nn

what happened😨<

rosie

>jens man started talking heavy again, talking bout how he wanted to 'have a little chat with our personal trainer' or whatever🤦🏼‍♀️

lisa🤓

>he thinks jen is fucking you y/nn💔

y/nn

WHAT😭😭😭<

jisoo👵

>ikr it's ridiculous, we all know I'd be getting dick first out of all of us

rosie

>alright now take your meds grandma

lisa🤓

>none of y'all can shake ass like I do I think I'd win by that alone

y/nn

you girls know I'm still in this groupchat right?<

jen

>girls...

>kai went through my phone looking for 'evidence' of me cheating

rosie

>oh thats not...

jisoo👵

>did he find anything?

lisa🤓

>omg did he get Y/nn's number?

jen

>no i unsaved his contact quickly lol, all he found was our chats between us four

Y/n put his phone away, having rested enough while also laughing about the absurdity of the situation. He sure as hell wasn't scared of Kai, but then again he was sure idols had good lawyers so he didn't want to risk anything. He also thought about what the girls said before, and realised that his small crush for Jennie never left. How could it, really. She was gorgeous.

--time skip--

A few days had passed since that incident and the group was now once again working legs. There wasn't much that changed in the dynamic of the five, and they regularly laughed about Kai's obsessive and paranoid behaviour, but Y/n did notice something. Jennie had become much more clingy towards him and was a lot closer to him than before.

"Y/n can you help me with this?", Jennie called him out of his thoughts.

"Sure what do you need?", Y/n asked, questioning why she'd need a spot during laying hamstring curls.

"Just, you know how you touch my lats during lat pulldowns so I feel more muscle activation? I want you to do that here too because I don't really feel my hamstrings and glutes working-"

"Jen I don't think it's appropriate for me to touch you like this-"

"Don't be a pussy Y/nn just touch her fucking ass", Lisa screamed from the other side of the gym.

Y/n looked at her before looking back at Jennie, questioning one last time whether she was serious or not. She nodded at him, answering his question, before laying down and starting the exercise.

Y/n sighed before touching her hips with the tips of his fingers, still cautious as to not make her uncomfortable, before realising that she wasn't saying anything against it and putting more pressure on it, just as he would with any other body part.

Jennie finished her sets and thanked him, before following him towards the last few exercises for the session.

Their workout soon came to an end, with Jennie continuously wanting Y/n's undivided attention and touch. As Y/n waited once again for the girls to come out, he noticed three pairs of shoes standing in front of him as he scrolled through his phone. He looked up and was met with Lisa, Rosé and Jisoo.

"Y/nn, we finished already but Jen is taking a while. Manager-unnie will take us but I think Kai is picking up Jennie again. Have a nice day, Y/nn, we'll text you once we're at the dorm."

"Stay safe and don't annoy your manager too much", he said with a smile before waving at them.

Y/n continued mindlessly scrolling through his phone before suddenly hearing his name being called by Jennie.

"Y/nn can you help me with something please?", a phrase he had heard all too often today.

"Sure but are you dressed-"

"Yes, just please come in, I promise it's quick.

Y/n walked in, his hand slowly raising as he prepared to put it in front of his eyes if Jennie were to not be clothed, navigating through the changing room in caution. He arrived and saw Jennie, wrapped up in a bathrobe, smiling at him.

"What do you need, Jen?"

"I can't reach my bag, can you get it for me?"

"Sure"

Y/n walked up and started looking for it in the top shelf, his height easily allowing him to get a good look at it, before grabbing it and turning around.

"Here you go Jen-"

He looked up and saw her, smiling, with her bathrobe on the floor. Her small, perky breasts on display, her visibly wet snatch with a small landing strip looking at him. Y/n tried putting his hands in front of his eyes but Jennie grabbed them, forcing him to look at her.

"Jennie what are you doing, you have a boyfriend-"

"Please Y/nn. Kai? I've been wanting to get away from him. He ain't fucking me like he's supposed to, he's toxic, controlling and I feel so unhappy with him. I've had my eyes on you ever since you joined our company. You got what I want, need and like. I deserve better, and you are better", Jennie interrupted him.

"But you're still in a relationship-"

"Y/nn you have a literal model in front of you, telling you how she likes you and wants to fuck you, and you're worried about that? I'll break up with him, I promise, just give me this, give me you right now. Please?", she said while pouting slightly.

"*sigh* This is a horrible decision but if you're breaking up with him I guess it wouldn't-"

He was cut off by her smashing her lips against his, her hands roaming around his body, tugging at his shirt in hopes of ripping it open, while her tongue forced its way into his mouth.

"You talk too much. Use that pretty mouth of yours for other things", Jennie told him as he broke contact off for a second in order to take his shirt off, exposing goods Jennie had never had the pleasure of seeing in all their glory. She stared at his sculptured abs, his large pecs, round deltoids, muscular and veiny arms, realising why he was such a desired trainer in the first place. She realised just how much his baggy clothes normally hid, her mind wandering off and thinking about what else he was hiding under his clothes.

Jennie tugged at his pants next, grabbing the waistband of both his underwear and pants and pulling them away in one swift motion, exposing inches upon inches of his thick, meaty rod. Her lips, all four of them, becoming exited, her mouth watering as she silently cursed herself for not asking for his 'help' sooner, while also making a mental note to brag to her members about this.

She was pulled out of her trance as her hair was pulled, her face being subsequently pulled up to look at her lover for the night as he smashed his lips onto hers. The pair exchanged saliva, hungrily looking for any form if skin they could touch of their significant other as Y/n put his hands around Jennie's hips, tapping her ass slightly as she got the message and wrapped her long, slender legs around his frame. He walked with her towards the showers before closing the door and turning them on, effectively steaming the room in more ways then one.

Hot beads of water fell down onto his muscular back as Jennie slowly slid down his body and onto her knees, kissing and licking his abs as she did, before arriving at her main attraction, grabbing it by its base and pumping it a few times. She continued by slapping it around her face, comparing it's sizes, then taking her pink tongue out and slapping the large cock onto it. She wrapped her lips around it, fitting as much as she was able to inside her small mouth before going down and coming back up, before going down again, a bit further than before. Y/n took a fistful of her long black hair into his hands, guiding her down his shaft as she slowly coated a large majority of his penis in a layer of saliva. Her right hand played with his heavy balls, which were full of semen, while her left stroked the part of Y/n's dick that she wasn't able to reach.

Y/n threw his head back in pleasure before looking down and seeing black orbs starring at him, her nostrils flaring up slightly before she backed up and released his member with a loud *pop*. She continued stroking him, before standing up again and smashing her lips against his once more. Y/n's hands found their way between Jennie's legs as his fingers played around, teasing her labia while his thumb circled over her sensitive clit. Jennie's hands suddenly went down, too, and took Y/n's away as he heard her whisper into his ears.

"I don't need foreplay, I am wet enough. I've been wet enough for weeks."

Before jumping up and wrapping her legs around his stature once again. Y/n put his hands under her ass, holding her, before turning them over and pressing her back against the shower wall. He then took his member, positioning it against her wet pussy before slowly inserting. The heat was insanity, the hot shower they were in becoming a snow blizzard in comparison, her walls clamping and contracting around him, shaping themselves and forming a perfect sleeve for his member and memorising each individual vein. His hips continued moving forward as Jennie's eyes rolled back into her skull, her hands interlocking behind his neck and pulling him even closer, hugging him in desperate need of something to hold on to. Her legs shook, her power slowly leaving her as the fatigue from training in addition to the thick penis of her lover entering her came crashing down on her like a waterfall.

Her mouth hung open, tongue out as she arched her back in pleasure and ecstasy. This was uncharted territory for her, Y/n reaching depths that none of her past relationships had reached before.

"You doing all right?", he asked

"Y-Yeah just, just give me a min-minute", Jennie said while catching her breath.

Y/n rubbed circles around her back, helping her calm down, before slowly moving his hips in order to get her accustomed to the feeling. Seeing her gradual improvement in living with this sensation of fullness inside of her, Y/n moved faster, his hips slamming into her crotch as the bathroom filled with a mixture of slapping noises, both from the water falling onto the floor and the skin of his thighs slapping against the skin of her thighs. Jennie's voice became higher, higher than it had ever been in any recording booth, her moans becoming louder and more uneven, her breaths became sporadic and irregular, trying everything to get as much oxygen inside her as possible as her body almost exploded due to sensory overload.

Her orgasm came down onto her like a cold shower, contrasting the warmth of the actual shower she was supposed to be having right now, as she felt her whole body tense up and give up, her legs shaking and slumping down, her arms scratching Y/n's muscular back in hopes of clinging onto him, her head falling onto his shoulder as he damn near fucked her unconscious. She screamed his name, loudly, her exclamation echoing in the empty bathroom as her juices sprayed out, coating Y/n's already wet crotch and legs even more. Her walls became tighter, milking Y/n as he, too, reached a boiling point, burying himself as deep as possible into Jennie before exploding inside her and releasing all of his cum into her walls.

They stayed in each others arms for what seemed like years, his cum leaking out of her pretty pussy, falling onto the floor and being washed away by the water coming out of the shower head. The pair looked at each other before smiling, both of them breathing in desperately trying to catch their breath, before Jennie tried to stand up, her wobbly legs making the task a lot more difficult than it should be. Y/n helped her up, like he always did, before the pair decided to shower off the stench of sex and each other's fluids of.

The pair finished their shower as Y/n helped Jennie get dressed again, helping her out and waiting for her ride to come pick her up. He noticed a car driving up and slowly went inside again, Kai soon arriving and stepping out to meet his girlfriend. He noticed the silhouette of Y/n inside the building and decided to 'put on a show', initiating a make out session that was cut short due to Jennie's tiredness. The pair drove off as Y/n began his workout in solitude.

--time skip to later in the day--

Y/n's phone buzzed for what felt like the fiftieth time in the past minute or so as he got out of the shower, this time at his place.

the pinks and y/nn

rosie

>so how big is he @/jen

jisoo😒

>RIGHT i saw the way you were limping @/jen that wasn't due to the legday

lisa🤓

>no way you got dicked down before me🤦🏻‍♀️

>@/y/nn i can throw it back on the dick better than her! do me next please i wanna walk around with a limp too😒

y/nn

i hate you girls sometimes<

rosie

>i wouldnt mind getting hate fucked either tbh

jen

>girls bad news

lisa🤓

>look at ms. 'i got the best dick of my life tonight' talking about bad news, girl be serious you should be CHEERING

jen

>i'm serious

>i was napping and kai took my phone

>i forgot to hide y/nn's number

>@/y/nn i'm sorry😭😭 idk what he's gonna do, but i think he's gonna call you

jisoo😒

>if she gets into relationship problems i call dibs on Y/nn

rosie

>thats horrible jen😨

>also no you don't grandma😒 y/nn clearly loves blondes the most

lisa🤓

>holy shit jen💀

>none of y'all could ride the dick like me he's MINE first then y'all can have y'alls fun

>@/y/nn if you need to relieve some stress call me bby☺️🥰

y/nn

an unknown number is calling me right now<

this should be interesting<

--flashback end--

"Nothing happened man"

"You're bullshitting me"

"Your girlfriend is just unhappy with your relationship, she thinks you're controlling and toxic, and honestly dude, you are."

"Who do you think you are to comment on my relationship, bitch"

"All I'm saying is that she came to ME to talk about how much of a pain in the ass you are. Don't blame me if she breaks up with you."

"I swear to god when I see you I'll beat your ass-"

"Sure thing buddy *ends call*"

*buzz*

Jen

>hey y/nn, i'm breaking it off tonight. the girls' dorm is too far away from here, do you think you could pick me up and let me spend the night at yours?

y/nn

sure jen, just lmk when you need to be picked up, also text your manager<

jen

>thanks so much y/nn, i'll be sure to make it up to you once i'm there

>i'll give you a proper thanks, dont worry ;)

#kpop fanfic #kpop imagines #kpop smut #kpopfap #idol x male reader #kpop x male reader #x male reader #male reader #blackpink smut #blackpink jennie #jennie smut #jennie

[gravehags]

i am the heart that you call home

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x f!Reader (Curator!Reader)

Rating: Teen

Tags: reader has depression, Copia once again to the rescue, two awkward fucking nerds miscommunicating, RATS OHWHOOOOOAOA

Words: 2,295

Summary: You're having a rough go of it. The cardinal brings you a small guest.

a/n: once again just two lonely dumbasses bonding over being lonely dumbasses!! soft and sappy

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You are a downright mess.

Curled up on your side on the couch, you clutch a throw pillow to your chest and sob into it quietly. You haven’t left your quarters since Friday and it is currently Sunday evening. It’s been a week since you had your lovely conversation in the dining hall with Cardinal Copia and the thought makes your eyes well with tears again. You had felt so hopeful after that night, after spending time with Copia who comforted you about your loneliness. You thought that was the end of it, as if a flip was switched and your brain would suddenly be okay.

You sniffle into your pillow. If only.

The week passed and you saw no familiar faces to help support you through the week. The siblings continue to largely ignore you beyond terse, but polite smiles. You’ve thrown yourself into your new duties - going through the late cardinal’s paperwork, trying to make sense of the rudimentary cataloging system he created - but once your work week came to an end, so did your strength. And not just alone, but anxious and miserable. You constantly question whether you belong here, whether you’re good enough to do your job and meet Sister Imperator’s exacting standards. You feel inadequate, and moreover, lost. You’ve been huddled on your couch ever since, crying into the quiet room and feeling desperately alone. Texts from faraway friends soothe you but ultimately don’t help your current problem.

And speaking of texts, your phone buzzes from its spot on the coffee table. Throwing the pillow to the other end of the couch you reach out to grab the device. The screen illuminates showing one text, from an unfamiliar number.

Signorina, are you well? No one has seen you for the past two days and we are worried.

Your brows furrow. Signorina…it could be anyone in the abbey in all honesty. You’re about to inquire as to who the text is from when your screen lights up again.

It is Copia.

Heart swelling, you regard the name with a deep surge of affection. Opening the message box to type, you falter for a moment. Do you tell him the truth or just brush him off? Then you remember his earnest words from a week ago.

I want to be someone you come to when you are feeling like this, sì?

No, you think. It wouldn’t do to be dishonest with the one person who has truly made you feel welcome at the abbey. He deserves the truth, as embarrassing as it may be.

Hi Cardinal, thank you for checking in. Honestly, I’m actually not doing very well - having a rough time mentally and emotionally.

You chew your bottom lip as you consider what you want to type out next. What you really want right now is company, and his nervous yet warm presence would be a balm to your soul. At the same time though…he’s a cardinal. You know exactly how much work he has on his plate at all times - between seminars, sermons, budgeting, helping you with your task - and you find it very unlikely he wants to spend time listening to you cry about your own simple woes. Fingers to the screen, you peck out the next line.

Would you mind coming over? I don’t really want to be alone right now

Your thumb hovers over the send button and your stomach twists but you ultimately tap it. A horrid sense of dread settles in your belly as you watch the Seen 7:24 PM message pop up. Your phone stays painfully silent for over a minute and you hold your head in your hands, absolutely mortified. Asking a grown ass Satanic cardinal if he’ll come babysit you, you sneer at yourself, how fucking embarrassing. What a silly little girl you are.

Your lip trembles pathetically and fat tears begin to roll down your cheeks when your phone lights up again.

I will be there right away. Un momento, per favore.

A horrible sound somewhere between a sigh and a loud sob escapes you when you see his message. He’s so kind to you - too kind - and you’re so thankful for him. Brushing away the tears, you text him back with the floor your quarters are on and set the phone down next to you on the couch. Picking up the pillow you discarded earlier you hug it to your chest again, resting your chin on the edge. Your breathing, ragged from crying, begins to even out as you sit there and wait.

You’re not sure how much time has passed, ten minutes maybe, when you hear a tentative knock on your door. When you stand, joints aching from being so folded up, you remember that you look awful. You’re wearing an oversized black t-shirt with a large graphic of Nosferatu and your plaid sleep shorts, hair greasy and hanging in your face. Furtively you give yourself a sniff and recoil slightly.

“One minute!” you call as you run to your bedroom. You hear a muffled “okie-dokie” in response and nod to yourself. Grabbing your perfume bottle off the dresser you spray yourself liberally and after a quick inspection, call it good. There’s nothing you can do further than that, you think as you eye your reflection in the mirror. Deep, dark circles cast shadows under your eyes and your lips are dry and cracked. You smooth your hair a little, trying to distract from the fact that you clearly haven’t washed it in several days, but end up making the oiliness more pronounceable. 

“Fuck it,” you murmur as you shut your bedroom light off and close the door. “He’s getting warts and all.”

When you finally answer the door your heart grows three sizes upon seeing your cardinal. He’s wearing the red cassock - your favorite of the two colors - and his biretta sits slightly askew on his swept back brown hair. The dreamy smile on your face, simply pleased to see this dear man for the first time in a week, is no doubt making him uncomfortable so you clear your throat and speak.

“Thank you,” you say quietly, “please come in.”

To your confusion he holds up a hand and leans down to the ground behind him for something. Perplexed, you watch him as he picks up a small cage bearing a single, fat, white rat.

“Oh!” you exclaim, hands flying to your mouth. “Come in, come in, bring them in!”

Shutting the door behind the three of you, you escort him over to your depression lair and he delicately sits down. Copia places the rat cage on your coffee table, and you see his eyes dance over the different books you have scattered on its surface. His gaze lingers particularly on a book entitled The Origin of Satan, which makes his mustache twitch as he smiles.

“Thought I’d, you know,” you say, scratching the back of your neck, “do some cultural research.”

The two of you are silent for a moment as he looks up at you with a fond expression that makes you fidget.

“Will you not sit as well, signorina?”

“Oh!” you feel stupid as you scuttle around to the other side of the couch and inelegantly plop down. Hands on his knees he angles his body to face you.

“Now please, tell me what is wrong,” he asks as the rat scratches at the cage grates in front of him.

“Oh, well,” you begin with a huff, trying to play your mood off as casual, “the usual bullshit. Feeling inadequate, like I’m not qualified or capable of doing this job. Still no one to talk to, no one to spend time with, no one even fucking acknowledges me–”

“Mi scusi,” he interrupts, “do you not speak to me? Do we not spend time together, signorina?” He sounds so put-out, so genuinely hurt, it instantly brings tears to your eyes.

“No, no, no that’s not what I meant!” you cry, “I value your companionship so much - more than I can say - but I just…I don’t want to bother you.”

The words come out in a rush and you look away as you swipe at your tear-stained cheeks. This was a mistake.

“Signorina, may I tell you something?” he asks as he toys with the cuff of his cassock. “Before you came to the abbey I had very little in the way of friends. The papas are like fratelli to me, sì, and Papa Primo practically raised me but that’s it. I was a very lonely man until you came along, signorina. Your presence…is a breath of fresh air for this old cardinale and I…I hope I am able to call you a friend.”

Tears are slowly and steadily sliding down your face as you reach out to grab his hand, as he did with yours in the dining hall all those days ago. His own eyes look a little watery and he regards you and you take a deep breath.

“I want to apologize to you, Copia,” your voice is clear and strong, these words the most sure thing you’ve spoken in many days, “I want to apologize for giving you the impression that your time is not valuable to me. The evening we spent together in the dining hall was so lovely and I am so very thankful for your presence at the abbey and in my life. I would be honored to consider you a friend.”

You look away when you see an errant tear slip out of his green eye, still squeezing his hand. What a pair the two of you make, crying on your couch about miscommunications. The rat thinks so too and lets out a loud squeak to put its point across. For the first time in a week you burst out in loud laughter and Copia joins you.

“Eh, always must be the center of attention, huh?” he says, picking up the cage and bringing the rat eye level to his face. “I think it is about time the two of you are introduced.”

“Please,” you say, using the neckline of your t-shirt to clear your face of moisture.

Gently setting it back down on the table, he opens the little cage door and the rat crawls obediently into his hands.

“This,” Copia says, bringing the creature in front of you, “is Stelline.”

“Stelline,” you breathe, looking at her intently as she peers back at you, nose in the air. “You’re beautiful.”

“Sì,” the cardinal laughs, “and she knows it too. Don’t you, piccola bellezza.”

You swear the rat preens at his endearment, making you giggle.

“Do you want to hold her?” he asks, lifting her towards you.

You’re taken aback, but excited. “Can I?”

"Sì, naturalmente! She’s heavier than you might think so take care to cup your hands firmly, eh?”

When Copia deposits Stelline in your outstretched hands, you slowly draw her to your chest to cradle her. You’re talking to her, complimenting her whiskers and inquisitive little nose, when she puts a paw on your belly.

“She’s so sweet,” you coo, “aren’t you bambino piccolo?”

Out of the corner of your eye you see Copia smile at your use of Italian. You’ve picked up a few things from Terzo.

When she lets out a little squeak and curls up in your palms, your heart melts and you give Copia a gooey-eyed expression. He looks just as enamored as you are.

“Now,” he says, leaning back into the couch cushions, “tell me about your week. I want to hear everything. And then I will tell you exactly why you are perfect for this job and how you belong here.”

The three of you sit like this for one hour, two hours until Copia briefly looks at his phone and nearly jumps out of his skin.

“Merda,” he hisses, “I’m on confession duty tonight,”

“Oh! I’m sorry I took up so much of your time I–”

“Do not apologize, signorina,” Copia says sternly, making you blush. “It was time well spent. I do, eh, have to be going though.”

Gently, you hand Stelline back to her father, who delicately places her in the cage and stands. You follow suit and before he can say anything, before you can second-guess the action, you throw your arms around him. He’s stunned for a moment, stiff as a board as you hold your arms around his waist and press your forehead against the red wool of his vestments. You can practically feel the deep sigh he releases as he wraps his own arms around you and embraces you in turn. Nothing is said - nothing needs to be said - as you let the metal of his pectoral grucifix press into you. Briefly, he reaches up to caress your hair and you hum deep in your chest.

“Thank you,” you whisper against him, “thank you for everything, always.”

“Naturalmente,” he says in a hushed tone, gloved hand rubbing your back softly. “Grazie mille, signorina.”

You could stay like this forever, you think, locked in his embrace. When Stelline lets out another urgent squeak you reluctantly pull back and give each other sheepish smiles. Picking up the rat cage, you escort him to your door and bid him goodnight. After the door snaps shut, you feel as if you’re floating. As if you’re filled with the most radiant, pure light that spreads from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You know what it is but you don’t want to say it. You can’t bring your lips to form the words - not just yet anyway. It’s been years since you’ve felt like this - had anything to feel like this about.

But you know a crush when you feel one.

#cardinal copia x reader #cardinal copia x female reader #cardinal copia x f!reader #curator!reader #cardinal copia #the band ghost #the band ghost fic #rachel writes

[iwas-princess]

hey! submitting a request bc my bday is today !!

anyways i love your writing so i was wondering if you could please write a fic where y/n is getting followed by a guy and she goes up to the first guy she sees, atsumu, and is like omg babe! like pretending he's her bf so that she can get away from the creep, and bc atsumu,,, is well himself he initially pushes her off assuming shes a psycho fan, when he realizes the situation he obv pretends to be her bf and when the guy leaves he realizes y/n is so pretty but when he tries to ask for her number she like gives him a disgusted look, thanks him, and leaves

the next week hes at a red carpet event with the team and all the cameras leave them and go somewhere else (to y/n) and he asks like whos this "y/n" everyone's chanting abt??? and everyone on the team is like the yn??? how do you not know her?? famous writer/ceo yn?? and then he goes to see what she looks like and he realizes... its the girl from last week.. they end up interacting and start on a better note ,, so fluff at the end pls

this is so long but this idea has not left my mind for the past couple days thank you so much if you choose to write it <3333

happy birthday, sweetheart ! i hope you have a great day and get the presents you want. i changed it up just a ting but, so i hope that’s alright.

atsumu miya • my night in shining armor

“hey, um, are you busy?”

the sudden frantic sound of your voice alerted atsumu, causing him to drop his phone onto the floor of the dirty subway station.

you apologized hurriedly as he hastily picked up his phone, his earbuds being tugged out of his ears and shoved to his sides. he’ll listen to the rest of the game highlights later, he decides.

“not really. but, i don’t feel like giving out any autographs, so please leave me alone-“

you scruched up your face is disgust, your eyes looking him up and down judgmentally, which bruised his ego just a slight bit.

“um, yeah- no. i need you to pretend to be my boyfriend because some creep-“

atsumu chuckled dryly, and if you hadn’t already grown irritated with his confidence, you would have thought the sound was delightful.

but he was laughing at you.

“i’m gonna stop ‘ya right there, sweetheart.” he leaned forward, his strong arms resting on his knees at he spoke. “look, if ‘ya like me all that much, just say so. but, i can’t ‘pretend’ date ‘ya to impress your shitty friends, m’kay?”

you were flabbergasted, your mouth agape at his audacity. you had never been spoken to like that so shamelessly, not even by the pricks on corporate who used to hate your guts because heavens forbid that a women make a name for herself. your eyes narrowed, and you had just the speech that you were going to give this asshole until a familer uncomfortable face turned the corner behind him.

you gulped, and out of pure instinct, you grasped onto his msby sweat jacket.

“hey-“

“please— just fucking go with it. i’ll even give you a kiss.” you hissed quietly, your grip unconsciously tightening on his bicep as the strange man neared you.

“what are ‘ya gripping me so tightly for? what are ‘ya? some kind of crazed fan?”

your eyes rolled, already tired of the volleyball player’s company and praying that he goes along with your safe plan so you could just go home.

“sure. all explain everything when he,” you nudged his muscular chest lightly, taking note of how firm he was. “leaves. now, please just shut up and pretend you love me so i can go home safely.”

‘safely’

the word rang in his empty head continuously, like a echo of tragedy yelling into a serene cave. it finally clicked inside of his head.

you were in danger, and whoever this man was, scared you.

he puffed his chest, stifling back a cocky smirk as his large hand slid across your coat-clad back, pulling you close in a loving embrace to his hip.

you had to fight back to eye roll that you threatened to give him. of course he would over do this, any man in his situation would. sure, he put on a rocky front by pretending to have no idea who you were, but eventually he collapsed— like they always do.

the stranger’s eyes locked with yours, the dark look in his pupils caused your grip on the other strange man to tighten out of fear. atsumu noticed both the hold and way your breath caught in your throat as fright took over you. he had no clue who the hell you were, but suddenly felt protective over you.

he pulled you closer to you, whispering a very quiet ’i’ve got ‘ya.’ in your hair for reassurance, which oddly helped your body melt slightly into his.

his heart skipped at the feeling.

“hey, man. would you mind if i borrow her really quick? we have some…” the odd man eyed you up and down hungrily, no doubt the his intentions lingered on his scarred face. “important business to discuss.”

atsumu scoffed, hugging you impossibly closer to his side to comfort you even the slightest bit. his calloused fingers tightening around your sides before his thumb began to rub soothing circles.

“nah, sorry man. i’ve got my girl all to myself finally, been waiting all night.” he faked a large grin before turning his attention back down to you, staring down at you eyes to creat an intimate illusion.

might as well put on a show.

“wait-“ the man stepped back, stunned as he looked between you two observantly. “you two?”

‘oh shit.’ you thought. ‘this is going make the headlines and i don’t even know this guy. he’s not ugly at least, and his body feels nice and strong. it’s not like i’d have a dating rumor with some weirdo, at least.’

atsumu felt his stomach drop at the man’s accusation. if his fangirls thought he had anything going on, they would absolutely just die.

but, like the strong man he is, he kept his head high.

“yup, this is my wonderful princess. beautiful, isn’t she?” he gave your side a squeeze, for show of course. but it still didn’t fail to make your heart leap.

the strange man in front of you quirked an eyebrow at the msby’s setter’s enthusiasm, his stomach burning with jealousy. he turned his attention to you once he realized that he hadn’t heard a peep from you.

your blood went cold as his eyes locked with yours once more, the malicious intent still holding strong in his eyes.

“huh.” he scoffed, his dark irises lustfully looking at your chest and checking out the broad outline of your breasts through the heavy winter coat you adorned.

atsumu stiffened at the sight. this random stranger just checking out a lady so shamelessly made his blood boil.

“hey.” he hissed. “do ‘ya know who i am, buddy?”

his eyes turned to slants, the look on his once ecstatic face, now changed into red hot anger at the random’s man’s filthy behavior.

the man sputtered back at the volleyball player’s harsh tone, but held his pride high.

“of course i know who you are. who doesn’t?”

‘me, apparently.’ you thought.

your arms snaked around his broad waist, attempting to seem as if you were calming him down in your own secret language of love.

the action caused atsumu’s stomach to tighten. he had had female affection, plenty of it, but this seemed different. more loving and safe, not like the countless sexual encounters he so often experienced.

“well, then ‘ya’ll be wise enough to give me and my pretty princess some space, yeah?” atsumu hugged you closer to him, if it was even possible at this point, before glancing down at you for approval. you offered him a gentle smile to continue.

the other man scoffed, offended that you would choose atsumu miya over him— but who wouldn’t?

“yeah, whatever.” he grumbled.

giving him a cocky nod goodbye, the blonde lead you away, his arm wrapped tightly around your back as he ushered you out of the subway.

“thank you. so much. you have no idea how thankful i am for that-“

“the pleasure is mine, pretty lady.” he interrupted, his flirtatious personality leaking through the cracks of his once bruised ego.

he was healed from your past blow at him, the envious look on the strange man’s face as he walked away with you on his arm was enough to keep him going for another week.

you smiled to yourself.

“well, thank you anyway. you put on quite a good show back there… are you an actor? you’re obviously famous, i’ve pieced that together myself.” you asked, your voice growing quite at the last sentence.

he hesitated before answering, his feelings hurt by you yet again.

“ ‘ya seriously don’t know who i am?”

your walking stopped, halting to stare up at the man you had just met no more than five minutes ago.

you didn’t realize how much you didn’t notice about him; his blonde hair that hid away his brunette undercut, the bags underneath his hazel eyes from lack of sleep and too much physical activity, the fine line of his lips that were naturally stretched to a cocky smirk, and the very very broad shoulders that carried him so confidently.

this man was gorgeous, no mistake about that and if the circumstances were different, you would have asked for his number and invited him to dinner.

but, he was different. he seemed way too full of himself to allow you to have his number, major ceo or not. he seemed like the type to only go for fragile damsels— which wasn’t too far off from the situation— who flirted with him and fangirled whenever he so much as breathed around them; not a woman like you.

your dating history hadn’t exactly been easy, especially since you were one of the most powerful ceos in japan. men found your power and intelligence to be threatening, and ‘ruined their masculinity’ so, you hadn’t quite figured out how the whole dating scene worked for people of status like you yet.

“n-no, i don’t. i’m sorry.” you apologized, sincere and soft.

he shrugged it off, pretending as if your words didn’t just gut through his ego like a clam knife.

“it’s no biggie. i don’t really know who you are either, to be fair, princess.” atsumu teased.

your heart stopped at the nickname, your palms suddenly becoming sweaty and cheeks flushing. but, somehow, you felt relieved that finally for once someone didn’t recognize you.

“i-i’m y/n.”

you silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed the name from literally everywhere, but oddly enough, at the same time you hoped he had.

perhaps he’d trust you more and offer you a ride home or something of the sort.

but what if he felt totally intimidated by you and reacted as the many other men in your life had?

instead, he smiled widely and stuck out his other hand, offering a friendly shake.

“pretty name for a pretty girl.” he winked. “i’m atsumu, miya atsumu.”

he could have swore that stars inhabited themselves in your eyes, and they twinkled every time you looked up at him. your smaller arms clung onto his broad wait, hoping the he could promise you safety and protection. he had just met you and already found himself adoring you.

you offered him a kind smile back, flustered at the compliment he gave you but taking his much larger hand in your own and giving it a soft squeeze.

even his hands felt strong, like they could lift the weight of the world off of you shoulders if you asked.

the both of you stayed paused in the middle of the empty subway station, hand in hand and arms snaked around each other’s waists as you stared into each other’s eyes for the very first time.

he was beautiful, you thought. like a model. he had to be a model. if not an actor, a model for sure. or maybe an idol, you’ve seen plenty of japanese kpop idols, perhaps he was one and just visiting his home.

but you, man, did atsumu think you were beautiful? he couldn’t stop the tug on his heart strings every time you blinked up at him, a polite smile on your lips as a greeting. you deserved to be treated like a princess, he thought. just like he had began calling you moments before.

after a few silent moments, you began to feel awkward as the both of you gazed at one another— like a couple in love.

you cleared your throat at the thought.

“well, i should be getting home. my dog is due for a long awaited walk.” you giggled, letting your arms fall to you sides and break all physical contact with atsumu.

his smile fell slightly at the loss, your enchanting perfume filling his nostrils one final time.

“oh- um, yeah. ‘ya probably should go on home. i’ll walk ‘ya, if ‘ya’ll let me.”

you shook your head softly at his offer.

“no, i’m sure i’ll be fine now. i usually only get one creep a week, so this’ll be good for a few days.” you chuckled. “and i’m sure i’ll wake up to a dating scandal tomorrow.”

he chuckled, agreeing that the both of you would most likely be a headline in the morning.

and he’ll be in deep shit with his pr manager.

but he couldn’t care less about that right now, all that mattered was getting this pretty girl home safe and snagging her number.

he planned to take you out next week, to a real nice fancy dinner and treat you like a princess. hopefully, get another date after that and another one.

“ya sure? it’s no big deal-“

“i’m fine, thank you, atsumu.” you cut in.

he smiled tightly, and nodded. you took the moment of silence to wisk yourself away before you caught yourself up in a situation that you had gone through one too many times.

“well, i’m going to walk away now.” you announced. “thank you, again. i’ll keep you in my thoughts, miya atsumu.”

with that, you walked the other direction, power walking away from the kind man that you’ll never forget.

“wait!” he called out behind you. “i didn’t get..” before he could finish his sentence, you were already out of his sight, and lost in the crowd of rush hour. “your number.”

people bumped into him unapologetically, and it only took a few seconds before fans started to crowd all around him, blocking off any sight of you.

—

“y/n! y/n, over here!”

you turned your head over to the left, allowing the paparazzi on that side of the barricade to get better photos of you.

your famous grin was plastered on you face, your signature lipstick shade painted on your lips flawlessly and attracting the attention of nearly all of the reporters.

“y/n, is it true that you and miya atsumu are dating?” one questioned, shoving a microphone in your face rudely and impatiently awaiting your answer.

if there was anything that you learned from countless dating rumors, it was that you should never confirm nor deny an accusation.

if you say ‘no’, all of the creeps who once used to follow you around, will start back up again and you were sure that this time you might actually get in terrible trouble soon. the harassment from those cruel individuals had just halted, mainly because most feared the large man who was reportedly ‘your boyfriend’.

if you say ‘yes’, a hoard of angry fans will troll you and both of your management teams would be very displeased. even, if it were true.

so, you stuck to your favorite trick in the book.

“where did you get that information?” you chuckled, looking around the large flock of attention-hungry reporters and paparazzi, eager for you answer.

the reporter smiled nervously, her hands sweaty and shaky as she tried her best to indirectly give you an answer.

“w-well, you know, the articles are floating all over right now, miss. y/l/n. surely, you must know of them by now.” she gave her camera crew a reassuring look, as if the man behind the large camera set was anxious himself.

you smiled and nodded.

“yes, i am very aware of what people are saying.“

this answer wasn’t enough for any of the gossip starved reporters, because as soon you finished your sentence, they all gave you a awaiting look.

you sighed softly. you hated pulling this, it seemed as if the answer always revealed itself from the statement, but you found yourself backed into a corner.

“i’m going to have to disappoint all of you and say ‘no comment’ for now.”

most of the reporters groaned, but others smirked to themselves and scribbled their next article onto their blank notepads.

this’ll be great.

“princess? is that you?”

your heart stopped beating at the sound of that oh so familiar voice. you hadn’t been able to get it out of your head for a week now and the refreshing sound of it was so calming in a time like this.

but, the timing was awful.

“oh my god! did you all just hear what he just called her?” the woman gasped, gaping proudly at the camera in front of you both.

the other reporters gasped in delight, their greedy minds bursting with new article ideas.

you could picture the headlines now.

‘big three ceo, y/n y/l/n, and major professional athlete miya atsumu share an intimate moment on red carpet.’

bleh.

you turned around, stunned as your widened eyes set on the setter. he cleaned up good. real good.

he beamed at you, a large smirk growing on his face before he embraced you in a tight hug.

his face found the crook of you neck, nuzzling in close to you ear before whispering.

“i’ve got ‘ya. just go with it.”

even the way he whispered sent shutters down your exposed spine.

his hands sprawled across your bare back, absentmindedly running a finger along your spine.

you gasped.

“atsumu! not here!”

hey, he said just go with it.

he chuckled into your cheek, giving you a quick peck.

“just like that, princess. yer doing great.” he whispered against you, praising you for your last outburst.

people began to surround you two now, crowds upon crowds circled your conjoined bodies, his sleek black suit and your ruby red dress making quite the impression already.

he pulled away to look at your face, but spoke loudly enough for everyone to hear.

“had to come see my girl while i was here. it would be cruel if i didn’t, don’t ‘ya think?” he called out to the audience.

hundreds of cameras flashed and captured the ‘loving moment’ between you two.

oh yeah, you both are for sure making headlines tomorrow and for the rest of the month. it’ll be all anyone talks about, you were absolutely sure of it.

why was he doing this? he doesn’t seem to be in dire need of an excuse…

he patted you in the top of you head gently, before leaning in and giving you cheek a peck. the crowd went ballistic, shouting hoorays and gasps as cameras flashed even more now.

“you two are official now!” the reporter squealed, proud that she of all news outlets captured this whole interaction on live tv. “so how do you-“

“sorry, darling, i’ve gotta go. my team is waiting fer me. but,” he leaned in once more, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

your mind exploded, butterflies dancing all around your internal organs as your hands took his.

but, something grasped your fingers as they entered his right palm. he slipped it into your hand, sliding it between your fingers. you could tell it was a small piece of paper, but couldn’t depict what the importance of it was.

he pulled away, no doubt smirking at the way the audience went even more crazy, but winked when you glanced down at your conjoined hands fleetingly.

“my number.” atsumu whispered under his breath, gentle enough that only you could hear before letting go of your hands and waving the stunned crowd goodbye.

you stood there, shocked and excited.

you hadn’t even exchanged an hour worth of conversation with that man, and now the both of you are reportedly dating. great.

your mother will be so happy to hear about this one…

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[smooth-perceval]

“My love, my life.”

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART THREE

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Max runs once again, leaving you questioning his true intentions. It wasn’t until Lando invited you along to Silverstone, home GP, you finally understand what’s going on.

Warnings: swearing, angst, Max being a dick, Max&Kelly together, fake relationship, mentions of J.Verstappen, Google translate, no proof read, my bad writing.

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (Your last name)

Word count: 3,256

A/N: So I put ‘Max&Kelly’ as a warning, not because I dislike any present or previous wags, it’s just like a pre warning that Max is not ‘solo’ I suppose- it’s just there so we’re not shocked when it happens. 🌝 Hope you enjoy 👀 let’s pretend the photo of Lissie is us 🙂

Well once again Max went awol… and I was finally washing my hands with him, the hot and cold, cat and mouse it wasn’t going to end well- it never does.

He won the Canadian GP, and out of pure kindness I sent him a congratulations message… only for it to be seen and not responded to.

That’s when I knew Max was only down for one thing- and every word he said was pure bullshit.

Lando kept me updated on everything happening around the paddock, a few times mentioning Max, sure I wanted to know how he was… what he was up to… why has he just left so much stuff unsaid… why the fuck is he leaving me in the dark- but instead of asking- I would simply type back a short message, or a little smile and nod of my head…

“Landiniho 🏎️”

I’m gonna ft in 5 x

Sending a quick reply, I held my phone nearby grabbing the tv remote and turning the volume down.

Within less that 5 minutes Lando was calling. And just as quickly I answered, both smiling wide at each other.

“Hey, what are you doing next week?”

“Hello to you to Lan-” laughing a little I then shrugged my shoulders picking at the cushion next to me. “Nothing planned- except watching your home race.” Smiling a little I side eyed him. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Quickly waving me off, I then noticed the background of where he was- he wasn’t even in his hotel room but sitting in the lobby.

“How about you come with me to Silverstone?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, before laughing a little.

“Come back home…?” Humming I titled my head- it seemed quite a simple answer… I could see my parents, visit some friends… and I can be with company instead of alone at home.

“Yeah, back home!” He sat up straight already knowing my answer.

“Okay, you’ll come with me to my parents right?…” he nodded his head quickly.

“I haven’t seen them in ages… so your gonna definitely come?”

“Yes, I suppose soooo…” rolling my eyes playfully with a smile.

“Okay good! I’ll sort everything out just get packed cause I kinda need to fly you out like tomorrow…” nodding my head slowly, “I’ll have to bring all my work stuff Lan- laptop the lot…” mumbling I start shuffling some paperwork together.

“That’s fine- just get pac- yeah?” He turned away from the camera looking over at someone else.

“Yeah- she is coming to Silverstone…” furrowing my eyebrows my eyes darted around the screen to try and see who his talking to.

“No. Call her yourself.” Lando moved his phone now I was looking over his shoulder at the seat behind him.

“No.”

“Lan- what’s going on.” Quickly moving the phone back to his face.

“I’ll text you the details- I’ve gotta go… Max fuck of-” the call ended, leaving me sitting there confused and in shock.

Lando was right he can call me himself… why wouldn’t he just pick up his own phone and dial my number… dickhead.

Shaking my head I tossed my phone aside going upstairs to start packing, I packed enough for a week, hoping to spend enough time with family, and packing a separate bag for all my work stuff. The perks of working from home!

Within the hour Lando sent me all the details over telling me he will meet me at the airport, him only arriving around 30 minutes before me.

When laying in bed I could only think what Max had wanted… why was he trying to take Lando’s phone, why couldn’t he just call me himself or even text… I tossed and turned before finally rocking myself to sleep. I guess I’ll soon find out.

** 6:15 A.M **

The sound of my alarm cracked through my dreams pulling me back to reality, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light creeping in my room.

Switching the alarm off I slowly climbed out of my bed getting ready for the airport. I should’ve gone to bed earlier… my body ached- and I felt my stomach churn, making quick effort to go down and get my anti-sickness tablets taking one and stuffing the rest in my carry on.

Anti-sickness tablets are like my breakfast at the moment… the first thing I take when I wake up. It’s now somewhat a routine, this baby is really doing it’s number on me, if I wasn’t tired all the time and being sick, I was angry or crying…

Now I’m sitting at roughly 8 or 9 weeks, a few more weeks and I get to see the baby again- and I cannot wait. It’s crazy to think what a woman’s body is capable of doing-

I was away with the fairy’s while walking through the airport, checking my suitcases e.t.c, e.t.c. I could only imagine what it will be like when I’m home with my parents, seeing Lando again, old friends… hopefully Max.

Just to know what went on- what I did wrong to make him ignore me like he has… just curious.

When on the plane I got some extra sleep, not that I could help it. Like I said I am exhausted all the time… I dozed off as soon as I put my seatbelt on, missing the takeoff and only woke up just before landing. And even now I could just shut my eyes again…

Widening my eyes forcing them awake, I rubbed my face looking out the window.

Back in England, it was summertime here… and it was lovely.

As soon as I left the plane I felt the sun kiss my cheeks.

Perfect.

I sent Lando a message saying I had landed and asking where to meet him, but as soon as I looked up from my phone he was already waiting there at the gate. Cap pulled down, sunglasses on, and even in this weather a hoodie pulled right up to try and cover as much of his face as possible.

Smiling a little I rushed over to him arms open wide forgetting my suitcases and bags behind me as they cluttered to the floor.

“Back home babbyyy!” Gripping him tightly, he let out a laugh practically throwing us side to side, before resting me back onto my feet.

“Welcome home.” He smiled once again, and as if we was little kids we both started jumping on the spot, falling back into a tight embrace “oh I’ve missed it.” Pulling away I ran over collecting my items, following Lando out the airport.

The whole time telling him all the new things I’ve discovered with the pregnancy. Like morning sickness really isn’t just ‘morning sickness.’ Well I mean I new that weeks ago… but still. It should be called any time of the day sickness.

Lando chipped in asking little questions here and there, before the big question landed.

“What’s Max been like with it all? Has he been encouraging?” Nudging me with a slight tease in his voice. But it only cause my smile to drop slowly.

“I haven’t heard from him…” Lando spun around from facing the car staring at me. “You haven’t? Didn’t you guys sort it all a few weeks ago?” I started chewing at my bottom lip nervously, quickly thanking one of the airport staff for putting my bags in the car.

“Sort of…” I wiped my hands on myself, clearing my throat and climbing into the car. Ignoring the stare off Lando.

“Sort of?” As if he knew the answer he shook his head.

“So you went back to square one.”

“Lan I don’t need the lecture. It was my own fault this time.” Sighing I rubbed my temple leaning my head against the window.

“I’m not… okay, sorry. I’m sorry.” Touching my arm gently I turned looking at him, before he pulled me into a hug. “It’s gonna be alright you know.” I only responded with a slightly nod of my head. “Just wish he would want this as much as I do… but I can’t force him…”

Rubbing my back gently he pulled away with a reassuring smile. “His just an odd guy, I’m sure his just worried okay… but you can do this.”

Pausing for a moment “Y/N and uncle Lando right?”

Laughing a little I nod my head. “Yes, yes unless I give the rights to Charles”

Lando let out a fake gasp before leaning back in his seat. “Don’t ever threaten my uncle rights again.” Smiling to myself I looked back out the window. The driver slowly pulling away.

Lando slept most of the journey- and sure I was a little nosey when his phone kept going off… side eyeing it, I see Max blowing his phone up… and I could only wish it was mine- even at the sight of his name, I felt tingles all over my body. Like his touched had once burned on me.

Sighing at myself, I shuffled closer to Lando resting my head against his shoulder. Slowly closing my eyes and letting my worries got with it.

My worries being facing Max.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” repeatedly with each time he said my name Lando poked my forehead.

Flinching slightly when he poked again I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes.

“Your so fucking annoying…” my voice was hoarse and barely audible from the sleep.

“We’re here!” Smiling excitedly he climbs out the car quickly, first thought was him going over to fans and taking photos.

Sighing once again I make sure I looked like hadn’t just woken up- before climbing out behind him, I start helping getting out bags out, when Lando comes over quickly grabbing both the heavy suitcases.

“You can’t lift heavy things remember-”

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I pull the handle of my suitcases up and roll into the hotel, giving a few small waves to shouting fans of Lando’s.

Finally getting up to my room, Lando only a few doors down. I flopped onto the bed letting out a happy groan, from my aching body.

Pulling my phone out I read some messages, before going into insta and putting a post up.

@YOURINSTAGRAMNAME.

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@YOURINSTAGRAMNAME. -

Sky was painted for you Landiniho 🧡

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And finally I was able to relax, I planned on visiting my parents after Sundays race, as everything leading up to then is crazy- and I didn’t want to drag Lando down to them while the weekend commenced.

It wasn’t long before Lando was knocking the door and demanding I opened it.

“What?” Annoyed I glared at him the door nearly hitting the wall as I pulled it open.

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat-” if he wasn’t offering food I probably would have strangled him… however he did, so he dodge a bullet.

In silence I grabbed my room key, phone, and other necessities before following Lando down to the elevator. “Can we go to the lovely restaurant down the road?” Looking over at Lando excitedly, smiling he nodded his head pressing for the ground floor. And as if on cue my belly started to grumble. Which only made us both burst into laughter.

Dinner was lovely, me and Lan spent the evening joking around and just enjoying company of one another- it washed away all my nerves, and I finally felt at ease being back home.

With arms linked we took a slow walk back to the hotel, and just for once I felt like the world seemed to get off my shoulders.

“Don’t you ever think to move back home? And raise the baby here?”

I come to an abrupt stop before continuing to walk with him- like I was reseted. “I never thought of it…” mumbling quietly to him I rest my head against his arm. “Monaco is my home too-”

“But- I mean this in the nicest way…”

Stopping himself he turns looking down at me. “You have nobody in Monaco.”

And there it was, the weight of the world again, I know he means well but it was sure a kick in the gut when he said it…

“I have you?”

“I’m not always there-”

“I’m fine, by myself.”

“But what about if you ever need anyone? What about when you go into labour?” Lando started walking again arm slung over my shoulders.

“I do have some friends there.”

“Friends that you can trust with your baby?”

Humming, I look down at the floor as we walk, he had a point… who am I trying to kid- I wouldn’t trust anyone but him or family with my baby… let alone some friends I see once in a blue moon.

“Maybe it’s something to think about…” sighing I then look up at the stars in the sky, questioning which person I have pissed off to cause this much chaos in my life.

“I just want you to be happy Y/N” he gestured for me to go into the lobby first before following behind. “That’s all I ever want for you.” Smiling over my shoulder at him j waisted for him to walk next to me before bumping shoulders.

“As do I, you deserve the world Lan.”

We finally separated at our doors, Lando disappearing down the hall once I was in my room- I took a shower and got into bed ready for this weekend and what it’s to bring, because I got myself a friend called Lando, and with Lando I felt okay.

**FRIDAY FREE PRACTICE**

I was panicking, I could potentially bump into Max today- and the way my hormones are going I’d probably end up crying if I even catch a glance of him…

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smoothed out my orange shorts, tilting my head before turning to the side. Shaking my head smiling to myself- I leave the bathroom grabbing my bag, phone, room key- and whatever else I thought may come in handy.

Agreeing to meet Lando in reception, I made my way out to the elevator trying to be as quiet as possible- seeing as how early it was in the morning.

Humming quietly to myself I waited for the elevator to arrive. Swaying slightly to my own song in my head-

“Oh hi-” glancing over my shoulder there he was.

In all his glory- Max.

And weirdly enough I felt nothing… I felt no anger, no sadness, no happiness. Nothing for him right now. So with a tight lipped smile, I whispered a hello before turning back to the elevator.

“I’ve er- I’ve wanted to talk to you…” he stepped forward standing next to me, at a distance that screams more than friendship-

“Oh really? What about?” Biting my lip praying the elevator arrives sooner rather that later.

“It’s more of a private matter…” looking around as if he was nervous of getting caught- which only caused me to look around also.

“Well, I’m sure it was nothing important otherwise you would’ve-” my voice soon trailed off and my mouth just went slack. Behind Max slowly walking towards us was her… and just like that a fire ignited within me.

My eyes had the same fire burning in them as I glared back at Max, who’s colour was slowly draining from his face. “Never mind I can see now you’ve been occupied.” Looking back over at Kelly, who only had a lovely smile on her face as she linked her arm with Max.

The elevator pinged, breaking the silence- moving myself forward to step in I look over at max and Kelly before taking a large step back.

“You both take this one- I just realised I’ve lost something…” tapping over myself, trying to seem like I was genuine. Kelly only smiled once more before stepping in.

“You need help finding it?” Kelly looked around the elevator floor, as Max stood outside- eyes still glued onto me.

Looking over at her I offered her a smile and shake of my head- then turning to look at Max. Eyes fixated onto each other.

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.” I felt my lip tremble slightly, quickly biting down on it and rushing away with my head down.

Clearly he found his distraction… and was it weird that I wanted it to be me?

Rushing to the stairs I raced down praying I would beat the elevator.

Out of breath and panting I ran over to Lando in reception grabbing his arm and dragging him to the exit.

“Y/N slow down-” laughing a little Lando pulled back- which only made me tug harder at his arms-

The elevator ping sounded through reception- my eyes focused on the doors as Max hurriedly stepped out leaving Kelly behind.

“Please Lando can we just g-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” As if in sync me and Lando both looking over at max, who was practically jogging through reception.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Giving up with Lando I hurriedly walked away towards the exit. Why did it hurt so much that he was with Kelly?

Because there’s no way you kiss someone the way he kisses me and it not mean anything- yet being with found with another woman probably giving her the same bullshit excuses… was a kick to the gut.

I knew he was chasing me- even if he was a few feet behind I felt his presence- the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. My heart was telling me to stop running from him and let him talk. But my head told me to keep going- and I did.

I got into the car that was waiting on me and Lando locking the door behind me and leaning over locking the drivers side.

Until he finally gave up. Well I say gave up Lando practically forced him away. And once he was out of sight I finally opened the door again for Lando.

“Can we not talk about him.” Looking at the dash in front of me. I felt sick, maybe even numb at this point. We spent two unforgettable nights with one another, his been one of my closest friends for years- maybe a warning would’ve been nice that it didn’t mean as much to him as it did me- then I wouldn’t of had my flame of hope burned out- and reigniting with anger and jealousy.

I hate her- I hate that he chose her, what was so wrong about me? Why doesn’t he want me the same way I want him? I can’t force him to love me- so why am I so worked up over something so stupid?

“Let’s get the race weekend started aye?” Looking over at Lando he offered an encouraging smile- hand reaching over snd squeezing mine.

Lando is like a comfort blanket- or a teddy bear, you know the type you get when your young and you find yourself seeking it out every single night and day for solitary comfort. Lando was my teddy bear.

“Let’s go get you your win.” Squeezing his hand back I smiled up at him- sure the smile didn’t reach my eyes- and my eyes they didn’t twinkle like diamonds- but he knew I meant what I said and he knew I was there supporting him no matter what.

And Max? Pft what’s the point of crying over something that wasn’t even mine in the first place.

A/N: Soooooo I don’t know- it was long awaited that’s for sure I just had terrible writers block- and you can even tell in some parts I wasn’t giving enough- buttttt on with the next chapter.

FYI MAX REDEEMS HIMSELF.

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#f1 imagine #formula one imagine #max verstappen imagine #imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen x y/n #max Verstappen!dad x y/n #max verstappen x you #max verstappen

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For kinkmas Agatha Harkness smut please 🫣

Kinkmas fanfic: #4

Good girl

Agatha harkness x fem!reader

Warning: arguing, relationship problems, hurtfull words, indecent language,Agatha being mean and full of shit,smut, fingering, Cummings, make up sex, praise kink, mommy kink if you squint, slight overstiumlation.

The elevator dinged as you arrived on the main floor of your wife's company. You held your phone in one hand and her lunch in the other. Agatha had an unexpected important meeting to attend early this morning which caused her to rush out of the house with an empty stomach - obviously that does no one any good especially when they have a long day ahead.

So you promised her you'd bring her lunch about an hour before you head off to work, that way you'd eating lunch with her but it'd be breakfast for you. You walked up to the lady at the front desk with a polite smile.

" hi good morning! This isn't really my thing, showing up at a office so early but I'd like to see Ms harkness please" you spoke as you placed your bag on the counter. The lady smiled and nodded as she picked up the phone and dialed a number, she waited a while before dialing again. She sighed as she placed the phone back down in its holder.

" sorry ma'am but I'm afraid Ms.harkness is busy and probably can't answer the phone right now" she spoke firmly but her tone of voice showed no attitude or rudeness. You pouted as you looked around the room for another option before the lady spoke up again.

" If you tell me your name I can give you a security pass and you just go up" You turned to her with a huge grin and nodded.

" I'm y/n harness, her wife I'm just here to drop off her lunch and i'll be staying a while" the lady let out a small "oh" as she returned your smile.

" Well I suppose you can go up" you gaved her a small smile before picking up your belongings and reentering the elevator. The ride was long yet so short. With a soft ding again the doors opened and you stepped out into the huge work room where everyone was either standing, walking around or sitting clicking away at their keyboards trying to get whatever work that was assigned finished.

You turned a couple heads as you walked down the isle to your wife's office. You stopped in your tracks as you saw Agatha emerge from her office with her phone at her ear and her laptop in hand. You quickly walked up to her as she entered an empty conference room, where her meeting will be held later.

You knocked on the door to announce your arrival as you entered. She turned to face you and gestured for you to close the door.

" what do you mean you'll be here in an hour?! - no I don't give a shit if your taxi broke down!..... look be here in 20 minutes tops or your fucking fired!" She spoked as she hanged up the phone. If you were being honest if your boss shouted at you like that or didn't even have the courtesy to listen you'd probably only show up to work to give them the middle finger before quitting on the spot, but lucky for you that persons boss just so happened to be your grumpy wife.

She threw her phone onto the desk with a loud thug as she sat and opened her computer.

" what do you want y/n" she asked in a harsh and cold tone, you were a bit taken back to be honest. Even though she was having a rough morning that didn't give her the right to talk to you like shit and that was something you both had agreed on - she promised she'd never do since the last time she did it resulting in you breaking down in tears.

When you didn't respond she looked up at you in rather a aggressive way, it's safe to say if looks could kill you'd be dead. She shrugged her shoulders and rolled her eyes at you, her way of telling you to speak up or get lost.

" you need to drop that attitude, and plus give that poor guy a chance if his taxi broke down his taxi broke down-" she slammed her hands on the desk making you jump as she held the bridge of her nose, possibly trying to regain her composure. She wasn't- she wasn't losing her cool with you was she? No, nah, she can't be for real.

" look, I don't need anyone making a fool of me and wasting my time and I certainly don't need my pathetic wife showing up at work telling me how to treat my employees because she simply has nothing better to do" you were utterly shocked, your mouth was open and you were positive that your jaw had dropped further than the lost submarine.

The worst part she didn't even look as if she was sorry, or as if she regretted it. She just scoffed at your surprised facial expression and proceeded to type away on her computer.

" here I was bringing you lunch and wanting to have a decent conversation with you wife but no, you have to be a bitch" you placed the lunch in front of her and backed up crossing your arms.

You didn't know what could have upset your wife in such way or what is was you said that could have offended her other than the work bitch that she uses every day but she got up and threw the bowl of food across the table causing it to make a loud crashing sound and making everyone in the office sprint to their feet to see what the commotion was.

All eyes were on the both of you on the other side of the room since the blinds were down and the entire room was made of glass and to make matters worse the room was not sound proof.

" you know what y/n, you can take your ' lunch ' and 'decent conversation' and shove it up your ass" she spoke before walking out of the room and down the hall back towards her own personal office.

" someone get that cleaned up I have a meeting in less than an hour for christ sake!" She shouted before slamming her door making everyone jolt. You were frozen between reality and what just happened. Surely that had to be a dream. She didn't just shouted at you infront of her entire staff, embarrassed you, humiliate you and insulted you. If this situation didn't scream "divorce her!" You didn't know what would. You picked up your bag, carefully not to make the shards of glass of the floor to cut your feet.

You avoided everyone's intense gaze as you walked out. Tears forming as you heard whispers, or maybe it was your imagination, but after what just happened who wouldn't talk. You were beyond embarrassed. You wanted to disappear or worse lock yourself in a closet and survive off ice cream and Gatorade for the rest of your life.

You walked out of the building at the speed of light, not even saying goodbye to the front desk lady. Surly you were the talk of the day now and Agatha sure as hell didn't give a shit. What could have made her reacted like that? You didn't give two flying fucks she owed you a apology.

You got into your car and drived home. To get your mind off things you decided to go to a club with your friends to release some steam, Turing off your phone in the process.

After you arrived back home you saw Agatha sitting on the couch drinking red wine as she was clearly not paying any attention to the movie that was playing on the TV. As the door opened and closed her eyes flicked up to meet your gaze. You scoffed as you placed your bag down onto the kitchen counter as you began to take off your shoes and jacket. She should be lucky you even spared her a glanced, if you could ignore her entire fucking existence you most definitely would.

Agatha got up and placed her wine glass down on the coffee table as she slowly approached you. A rather apologetic look plastered across her face.

" y/n darling can we talk about what-" you pushed passed her not allowing her to finish her sentence as you made your way into your shared bedroom, her following you like a lost puppy.

" talk about what Agatha? That your full of shit or how you humiliated my infront of almost hundred people. which should we first talk about?" She looked down bitting her lip before she looked back into your eyes that were on fire with several different emotions. Sadness being the most evident one, she could tell that you were hurt by her actions today and that whatever she says now can potentially add to your pain.

" I just wanna apologize for the way i-" again you allowed her no time to speak.

" apologize for what! Don't apologize babe I don't want you to bruise your perfect ego" you scoffed as you slammed the door to the bathroom in her face locking it in an instant.

" fucking unbelievable" you muttered under your breath. She knocked on the door several times but you continued to un dress and do you regularly night time routine. After taking a shower you wrapped your towel around your body and went out to see her sitting on the edge of the bed looking altruistic.

" please my love, let me atleast tell you why -"

" why you threw my bowl of food across the room and told me to shove it up my ass?" You sarcastically asked huffing putting your hands on your hips. That was your signature defense stance. With that she stood to be feet and tried approaching you but you took a step back. She sighed as she spoke up again.

" Yes would you stop interrupting me and let me fucking apologize?"

" I don't need your fucking apology" you shouted, tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

" Yes you do because I can see that your hurt and what I did was wrong"

" wow, the egoistic bitch actually gives a shit about people, one including her wife" you scoffed as you walked towards your closet.

" Oh my lord y/n what is wrong with you" she acquired.

" leave me alone" you replied.

" let me-" she tried grabbing your arm as you walked pass her put you pulled it away.

" you keep saying let you apologize just talk!"

" I can't if you keep cutting me off mid sentence!"

" Well too bad, and sleep in the guest room" you said as you slightly shivered from the amount of tension that had built up over time. You looked up at her and you could tell she was in distress just as much as you were and maybe infact you were being a bit self-centered by not letting her apologize.

Agatha sighed as her will power to try to apologize died, she scoffed as she watched you take off the Towel and slowly put on your underwear, her eyes couldn't help to linger on your boobs and your fleshly shaved cunt and the small curves of your body.

" let me apologize using a different method then" she spoke in a low, sultry tone making you shiver as you made eye contact with her in the mirror, her eyes were suddenly darkened with lust and utterly desire as she made her way towards you from behind. She wrapped her arms around you as her lips found your neck in a slow opened mouthed kiss. You fought the moan that wanted to surpass your lips as you turned around to face her, her hand placement never changing.

" fine, if you can make me feel good in ten minutes i'll let you off but you have to apologizeto me i front of your staff, if not your sleeping in the guess room and your ordering take out tonight and your still gonna apologize to me in front of your staff" you said as your looked into her beautiful determined brown eyes. Your wife bit her bottom lip as she studied you for a moment before replying.

" baby you and I both know I can make you cum in five minutes tops" she husked, as she gently pushed you down on the bed. You chuckled at her playfulness as she sinfully smirked at you as she teasingly removed your underwear not ignoring the already wet patch that was presented before her eyes. She kissed in between your thighs as she maintained intense eye contact with you.

" so pretty my love" she cooed as she used her finger to move your arousal around, pushing her finger through you wet slit. You threw back your head against the pillows as you tried your best to not give her the privilege of hearing you moan so soon. Agatha was indeed very skilled with her mouth and hands and truth be told you weren't sure if you were going to last very long. She gently pushed your thighs up towards your chest as she leaned down and softly kissed your clit, gently pulling it and releasing it with a pop.

" fuck, oh my god" you moaned, you didn't want to give her the satisfactory but you lost all of your self control when it came to how this woman ate your pussy. It was incredible. you whimpered as Agatha makes cat licks up your slit once more before flattening her tongue out against your cunt before enveloping your clit in her mouth making you let out a pornographic moan as your hands immediately flew to her hair.

You whined as your hips stated rocking against her mouth trying to get some more friction before Agatha wrapped her arms around your thighs in a firm grasp pulling you down more so that you could be closer to her mouth. You were slowly losing your sanity as you became more desperate for her.

" good girl, such a good fucking girl, I promise I'll make it up to you sweetie" she spoke against your cunt, as the vibrations ran straight through you making you arch your back and strach your nails against her scalp, making her let out a moan of her own. You could already feel the knot in your stomach being tied,it was just a matter of time before it exploded and it was utterly embarrassing how easy she could get you to cum for her.

" gonna cum sweet girl? Mhm? Your doing so good for me" she mumbled as she sucked harshly on your clit moving her tongue through your folds and slightly entering at your entrance making you cry out. She was a tease and she loved how easily she could have you at her aid.

You plopped yourself up on your elbows to look at her and her gaze immediately flicked up to your tear filled eyes. The pleasure felt too good to be true.

" your gonna cum aren't you?" She chuckled against you when she saw how desperate you looked. It was as if you were stuck between enjoying what she was doing and let her win or play house by holding off your oragsm and making her go over her time limit.

She looked at you dead in the eye as she slowly pushed two fingers into your cunt at the same time. Watching as your eyes roll back and how your face confronts in pleasure as you lay back. She groaned as she felt how your pussy clenched down on her in such a greedy way. She slowly thrusted her fingers in and out of you watching as you tried your best not to ride them. She kissed your mound and your tummy and then your chest area and she picked up her brutal pace, making squelching noises as your moans got louder.

She latched on to one of your breast as her other unoccupied hand gaved the other one attention by twisting and squeezing your sensitive bud.

" Oh God please, Agatha, p-please, I wanna- no" she could feel you trying your hardest to not give into your pleasure rather than to let it absorb you completely. She realsed your nipple with a pop and kissed her way up to your face. She kissed you passionately doing the "barrel" movement with her fingers as she went harder and deeper making your eyes snap out and making you let out a crucial moan. She took the opportunity to push her tongue into your mouth.

You didn't even bother to fight her for dominance you allowed her to completely dominate you, fully submitting to her.

" you know your allowed to cum right? It's not a punishment darling, you have nothing to lose. cum for me please. Make mommy proud." She moaned in your ear as she nibbled on your neck. She curled her fingers in you going faster making you grab onto the bedsheets for dear life as you cummed hard on her fingers.

" FUCK-" you choked on your moan as she kept moving her fingers in and out of you, allowing you some time to come down from your high. You saw little stars floating in your vision as she carefully removed her fingers.

" there she is, such a good girl" she cooed as she licked off her fingers and gaved you a kiss on the cheek.

" so, that's 7 minutes and 34 seconds" she whispered and you chuckled. You turned to look at her with bright eyes.

" 2 minutes late but I still got to see the most beautiful girl in the world cum for me" she whispered and you playfully rolled your eyes.

" I am truly sorry for shouting at you baby girl" she muttered kissing along your jaw line. You hugged her tightly as you rested your head on her chest, listening to her her heart beat as it slowly drived you more into sleep land.

" I love you Agatha" you sighed as you slowly allowed the sleep to take over your body. She giggled at your spent expression and gaved you a little forehead kiss.

" I love you more my little cupcake" she mumbled as she too fell asleep.

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Hidden Horns, a Devil Off The Ice

Hockey!Chris Sturniolo x reader

Summary: Your job is to write news reports on hockey games. Recently, you've been only given the stories revolving around one certain player, Chris Sturniolo. You just write what you see. It's not your fault he's pressed about it. Did you mention that you write under a pen name and his brothers begged you into going on a date with him? How did life get to complicated?

TW: "hate"/angry sex, SMUT, language

I burst into the editors' office. "Alright, dude, what the hell?! You can't keep giving me Sturniolo game stories! This is all I've gotten for almost two months!" I shout at my boss. Jim turn around in his office chair.

"I keep giving you those stories because it gets our numbers higher than ever. It's my job to do what I think is best for the paper. That's what I'm doing. You're going to keep writing about him, and you're going to keep it tension-filled!" Jim shouts right back. He stands up and shoos me out of the office. "Now, get to that game tonight!" I can not believe this man.

I never wanted to be a journalism writer. Creative writing has always been my forte, but here I am, writing for a major sporting news company. I also never thought I'd meet one of my best friends in a bar downtown after a job. Or that he'd be brothers with the man I'm being forced to write about.

I pick up my phone as I exit the office. "Hey Nick! What's up?"

"Chris is wanting me and Matt to go to the game tonight. You down?" Shit. Nick and Matt know that I work in journalism, but not about their brother. I've managed to get lucky the last few times. This is the first game they'll have gone to in a few months. The first game since I've been writing about Chris specifically. At first, it was just the team. Chris is such a star player though. The articles eventually just dissolved into being solely about him.

I've been told I sort of have a problem with separating my feelings with what I write. Meaning, I don't separate them. I started letting my frustration about being stuck with one topic out in the form of, well, of bashing Chris in my articles. But, I also tend to describe him in almost too much detail. Jim says that sex sells and therefore, I have to keep writing about him. Apparently, the audience seems to think that I'm fucking Chris behind the scenes.

"Oh?" I try to keep my cool with Nick.

"Would you mind coming with? We can get you a ticket-" I have to bite the bullet.

"Oh, I have a ticket actually! A gift from work." I look up at the sky. The color brings up an image of Chris's eyes. I drop my gaze. "Hey, how about I head your way? My editor sent me home for the day."

"Oh- yeah sure! I'm just chilling at home for now!"

"Okay babes. I'll be there in a bit." He tells me bye, and I hang up. I'm going to have to tell him about this, aren't I? I have to sit in the news section. Shit. I shake my head and walk to my car.

Traffic is god awful, but I get to Nick's unscathed. I get to his door, feeling around at the top for his spare key, and let myself in. "Honey! I'm home!" I yell out.

"I'm in the kitchen!" Nick calls back. I head that way.

"Hey." I hop up onto his counter. Matt pops his head into the room. "Oh, hey Matt! I didn't know you were here!" I say, a little surprised.

"Hey!" He smiles and waves, and takes a seat next to Nick.

"So, Nick- funny thing here. The ticket I have is in the news section of seats. I have to sit there." I give him my most award winning smile, hoping he won't put two and two together before I can explain.

"Oh?" He and Matt say in unison.

"Look, I haven't been completely honest. I need to come clean." I put my elbows on my thighs, resting my head in my hands.

"Hey, whatever it is, we won't be mad." Matt says comfortingly.

"You guys have seen the clips of Chris raging on and on about those articles about him, right?"

"Seen them? We have lived them." Nick rolls his eyes.

"I wrote them." I blurt it out. Now, it's out in the open and I can't take it back. Nick and Matt are both silent.

"So, I'm guessing you wouldn't go on a date with him?" Nick says, putting his hands in his lap.

"What." I demand.

"We think you should go on a date with Chris." Matt says.

"What? Why?" I ask, squinting at them.

"You're literally Chris's type." Matt says.

"And, he's been really focused on those articles. We thought it'd might do you both some good to just have fun with someone new." Nick adds. "Why do think he's always posed in the background of pictures I send you?" I snort at that.

"But, I'm the one writing the articles." I point out. "How would I help?"

"First, he doesn't know that it's you writing them. We sure as hell aren't going to tell him. And second, I think he's so pumped up about the articles because you say truer things than any girl he's ever been with." Nick says slowly.

"Honestly, I'm more scared for your ability to walk if he found out you wrote the articles." Matt says offhandedly.

"What?" I shout, jumping off the counter.

"Yeah, our version of the clips of his issues with the articles, is Chris shouting about how he'd like to bend whoever it is over a counter and show them 'who's head is smoking trying to think then.'" Matt shivers as he repeats what I assume are Chris's words. Of course, I recognize the words. They're my words. In one article, I responded to a clip of him being asked about a previous article. He didn't have anything to say, so I wrote 'I smell smoke. Thinking of a chirp, bud?' It's not my proudest moment.

"Ooooooo-" Nick claps his hands together. "Prank opportunity!" He stands up. "You can go to the game, write down your little notes, and go on a date with Chris before you publish the next article. You can make a more personal cut at him. Really wind him up, and then let him start to figure it out that it's you."

"That's a horrible idea." Matt says from his seat.

"I don't even like Chris." I point out.

"Bitch, that's a lie. Come on, please! It'll be so fun to see him get wound up. I never got him back for having a bird painted on my bathroom wall in the middle of the night." Maybe it's because I'm such a good friend, but I agree.

That was roughly three months ago. This "prank" of Nick's has been going on for like three months. I think Chris is finally starting to catch on though. Which sucks. I've actually started to enjoy being with him. We go on dates, and he's so sweet to me. I feel so bad every time I have to write an article. That's what I'm doing now. My computer is open on a fully finished and published article. I can't believe I wrote that Chris should be a Zamboni driver.

My apartment door swings open. There are heavy stomps coming down the hallway, towards the room I'm residing in. The door swings open, revealing Chris, still in his jersey, though he lacked any padding. It hug down a little amount, just enough for me to catch a glimpse of his collar bones. God, I love those. Don't get me started about his shoulders. Fuck.

"Hey, dollface." Chris greets me, his voice rough.

"Hey Chris. I'm sorry I couldn't stay for the whole game." He sets his bag down on my bedroom floor.

"It's okay ma, it seems like you got enough to write about before half time." I freeze. My entire body freezes. All I feel is panic. He looks at me, half turned around. "What? Did you think I wouldn't put two and two together?" I can't say anything.

He moves onto to the bed, pulling me flat onto my back, pushing his body over mine. "Really, ma. Did you think I wouldn't notice your pretty little speech patterns? You use literally, like, six times a day. I know you. I'm not stupid."

"I...I'm sorry, Chris." My voice trembles. "My boss won't stop giving me assignments about you." He stops.

"Sweetheart, we're okay." He reassures me. "I'm going to make sure you're real sorry though. Is that okay?" He runs his hand along my thigh. Oh. I nod. "Words, princess."

"Yes. Yes, that's okay." He grins, looking up at me from his position near my waist. God, he looks like a fucking angel. A sexy ass angel, a fucking demon.

"No more nice guy, for now." He pulls his jersey off with one arm. I can't help but let out a groan.

"You're so fucking pretty." I run my hands across his chest and shoulders, moving my hands to his neck. I pull him down, into a searing kiss. He fumbles with my blanket, which had pooled around my waist with all the movement. He pulls it back, breaking our kiss.

"No pants?" He slides his hand up to my ass. "No underwear? Dirty girl." My face warms. "You like that? Fucking good." He pulls my shirt off. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you. Got that?"

"Yes-" I gasp. "Yes sir." He rests his forehead on mine, and lets out the sexiest moan I've ever heard. Abruptly, he gets up and off of me.

"Come here." He offers his hand. I take it without a second thought. He flips me around, bending me over my own bed. My face pressed into the sheets, his dick pressed against me through his pants, his hand over the back of my own. "Stay, just like this for me. Okay?"

His hand leaves me for a moment. When he comes back, his dick is pressed bare to my skin. "Fuck, Chris. I need it." His hand returns to its place on top of my own.

"Say it real nice." He whispers to me.

"Please, fuck me, Chris?" He groans, before lining himself up and sinking into me. The stretch aches so fucking good. "Yes-" His other hand finds my free one, grasping it firmly. He pulls his hips back, before sinks back into me. He goes slowly for a few thrusts.

"Hold on ma." This is the only warning I get before he begins fucking me into oblivion. I lose track of time. It feels like he goes on, molding my insides to his shape, for forever. Before I know it, I'm tightening around him and screaming, grasping the sheets for my life.

"That's right ma. Squeeze my dick so good." He lightly bite my shoulder, only adding to the amount of sensation. "Aw fuck, ma. You feel so fucking good." My orgasm finally finishes out. As the last waves of pleasure are receding, he pulls out, shooting his load between my thighs instead of in me. He rests his head on my back for a moment, breathing hard against my skin.

He pulls away. I can't muster the energy to move even an inch. Shit. Tears begin to well up in my eyes, I don't even know why I'm so fucking emotional.

"Hey baby. M gonna wipe you down." Chris whispers, wiping his cum off my thighs with a warm cloth. "You did so well, ma. Took me so well. I'm so proud of you. I love you." He adds it on at the end, like he wasn't sure he should say it or not. Then, he moves me completely onto the bed before climbing in next to me.

"I love you too." I tuck myself against his chest, resting my head on his shoulder. I lace my hand into his hair. "I love you so much."

"I love you more. Now, let's nap. Fucking you that hard took it out of me." He lays a kiss on my hairline and cuddles in closer. In his arms, I let myself drift off.

@bethsturn here you go!! sorry if it's not great :,)

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[seresinsbabe]

Conveniently Yours

Pairing: Jake Seresin x fem!reader

Synopsis: In a desperate attempt to pay for your mom's cancer treatment you take a job as a dancer at one of NYC's prestigious strip clubs where you meet Jake Seresin who just happens to need a wife.

Warnings: Cancer, talk of death, talk of parental death, cursing, eventual smut. Uhhhh nothing else I can think of. If I missed anything I apologize!

Word count: 1k

A/N: Prologue is here! I'm going to try getting chapter one out today or tomorrow, just depends on what my holiday plans end up being!

I do not consent to having any of my work shared on any other platform. If you see any rendition of my works on another site know that it has been posted without my permission.

Masterlist | Next Chapter

“The board thinks it would be good for the company’s image if you had a woman at your side.” Jake Seresin rolled his eyes and let out a heavy sigh. The sleeve of his shirt pulled down enough to show off the expensive Rolex on his wrist as he rubbed his eyes out of frustration.

“That’s ludicrous. What does my relationship status have to do with a fucking tech company’s image?” He stared over at Javy who just stared back apologetically.

On the other side of the meeting table Chester Cain cleared his throat. Fucking fossil that asshat was. Jake had been hoping that when his father retired and passed the company on to him that Cain would take his leave as well. Apparently Cain decided to make it his personal mission to throw a wrench in every aspect of Jake’s life until he died a bitter old man. “The latest tabloid photos of your escapades have caused a downturn in our stock numbers. You either stay out of the public eye,” Jake let out a snort. That wasn’t going to happen. He was a social creature, he couldn’t just avoid the public eye. Not when you were the CEO of the world’s largest tech giant. He was named number one in Forbes latest “Forty under Forty”. Avoiding publicity wasn’t a possibility for him. Besides, he liked seeing his face plastered everywhere. 

“Or you settle down. Get married to a respectable woman. Not one of these aireheaded heiresses you like so much.” If looks could kill Cain would have met his long overdue death right now.

Marriage?

Sure, maybe when he’d been young and naive he had thought about marriage. Then he started to really date and he learned that money is what ruled the prerogative of most. Women didn’t want him for who he was, they wanted him for what he had. After getting burned more than he felt his fair share, Jake knew a meaningful relationship wasn’t in the cards for him.

Javy could see that his vision was growing red and he called the meeting. If they let it go on any further it was bound to get explosive. “We’ll come back next week and discuss this further.”

The other board members cleared the room, Cain staying longer, intent on saying something but Javy stopped him before he could. 

“I wish the old man would bite the dust already.” Jake mumbled dryly. “What changed? I mean, our stocks waver all the time. That’s the nature of the fucking stock exchange.” As far as he was aware the stock hadn’t dropped that drastically. Maybe a point or two, nothing they couldn’t come back from.

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“I’m sorry, we’ve tried everything to get approval through insurance, but they won’t approve it.” Doctor Sandlin’s eyes held an apologetic look as he watched you take in the information. For weeks they’d submitted everything they could, he’d been on the phone with the insurance company more times than he really cared and still they denied to cover your mother’s cancer treatments.

You felt your mother squeeze your hand from her spot next to you. “What does that mean doctor?” Her normally vibrant voice was weak. She’d already gone without several rounds of her chemo and the cancer was hitting back hard.

The treatments had been doing well and she was getting closer and closer to beating it and then suddenly insurance flipped the switch. Refusing to cover any of her costs.

“It means any future chemotherapy sessions will have to be paid out of pocket prior to treatment.” You stared at a poster on the exam room wall. Your vision started going blurry as you tried to wrack your brain for something you could do. 

In all her life your mom had never done any wrong to anyone she’d ever met. You wished you were half as kind hearted as she was. Ellen had never met a stranger, she never made an enemy. Your friends loved her, but maybe that was because she was like a second mom. Out of all your closest friends, you were the only one that had a stable home environment. Two loving parents, you didn’t have a ton of money growing up, but you never had to worry about a meal or having a warm bed to sleep in.

Everything came crashing down two years ago, when your dad had been killed in a mugging. Suddenly your family was without a father and without the main source of income. You’d nearly completed nursing school, but you had to drop out to work way more than full time to make ends meet. And then when your mother started her cancer treatments she couldn’t work anymore, which left you as the sole bread maker. 

“If she doesn’t get the treatments, how long does she have?” It was a question you weren’t sure you wanted answered, but knew it needed to be.

“A matter of months.”

“And with the treatment?”

“Provided it works, she could go into full remission and have years left.”

You drew in a shaky breath, tears brimming in your eyes as you pictured life without your mom. Of course you always knew one day it would happen. Just…you hadn’t imagined it being this soon.

“I’ll figure it out. We’ll schedule her next chemo treatment and I’ll have the money.” Both your mom and Doctor Sandling looked at you, your mom with concern and Doctor Sandlin with skeptical pity. You weren’t backing down. Not anytime soon.

You hadn’t been able to save your dad, but you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to save your mom.

While your mom scheduled the chemo appointment you walked around the corner, not wanting her to hear what you were about to do.

The phone rang a couple of times before Natasha finally answered.

 “Nix, is the club still looking for another dancer?”

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[sadlybeans]

No More Batman AU Part 2: Robin Lives.

(Part 1)

The light rain turned into a downpour that clouded the entire city. From the porch of the manor you couldn’t even see the gate at the end of the driveway, and the wind was so strong that Damian was already soaked to the bones where he sat on the steps that led to the huge double doors. If someone was home, they mustn’t have heard the taxi through the rumble of thunder above their heads, and so nobody had bothered him in the two hours he had spent there.

Damian wasn’t a stupid child, he never even had the slightest chance of being naive and innocent, but he still sat there looking out towards the faraway gate he could barely make out, waiting for someone to come pick him up. Someone who was never coming back.

The door opened and someone audibly tripped over the boxes and suitcases lined right in front of it.

“Fuck! What the….?”

The dark sky was momentarily lit up by lightning.

“… Hello?”

Time had run out, they had finally noticed he was here, and there were still no headlights coming in the distance.

“Hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?”

Damian slowly untangled his cramped limbs and stood up, turning around to find himself face to face with the vaguely familiar face of a man around Jason’s age. His first instinct was to want to lie, to say he had been left there by mistake, that he needed a ride back to the city. He wanted to ask for a phone so he could call his mother to get him, or to mark a number that was already deactivated.

“M-My name is Damian Al-Ghul” he stuttered against his will, trembling so much he couldn’t keep his voice steady. His tone was still quiet and mostly emotionless despite that, and through his half blurry vision he could tell the man was shocked by his answer. Well, he would get another bomb dropped on him. “Bruce Wayne is my biological father”

He could have screamed and raged, maybe try to get his hands on something sharp and attempt patricide despite the low chance of success. He could have also shown his disdain towards all of Wayne’s charity cases, or snapped at Wayne himself for treating him like a child. He could have smashed every single stupid decorative vase in his room out of spite and then escape through the window for good measure… but for once in his life, Damian Al-Ghul was too exhausted to throw a tantrum.

His heart had been ripped out of his chest and all that was left was a far away numb pain, and his mind kept telling him ‘It’s alright, see? It doesn’t hurt that much’. But with every second and every breath that tiny scratch became a festering wound that kept growing larger and larger— his eyes hurt but they were dry, because not even his tears could bring any relief, they just made it all the more real.

His mother had prepared him since he was a little boy to one day say goodbye, he had always known that one day he would he in this manor, in this room, and she would be somewhere far away and out of his reach. He had always expected it, and he had always known that she would be there whenever he came back to her.

Jason Todd was, and would always be, the worst thing to ever happen to him.

When he had first met him, undead and full of too much rage, he had been an annoyance. He tolerated him because mother asked him to, because he wasn’t half as useless in some ways and he could teach him about things that his mother either couldn’t or wouldn’t. Jason was a thread connecting him to his father and nothing more, a nuisance, an aggravating asshole that found too much pleasure in making Damian lose his cool.

And then, as months blended out into years he learnt to tolerate him and appreciate that, maybe, he hadn’t been so right in his initial assessment on Jason’s capabilities. As he grew older he began to realise that he preferred his company to that of his grandfather’s assassins because unlike so many of the adults around him, Jason listened. Damian had never treated him too kindly and yet he was patient and he stuck to his side no matter what.

That fool had worn down his walls until he could break through, and it was so confusing and so infuriating to feel warm when he was there, a feeling that only one other person in this Earth was worthy of.

He had let down his guard, let Jason hold his heart in his hands, and all he got in turn was this.

Damian had never truly meant anything to him, when he had meant everything to Damian.

“…mian? Damian, are you listening?”

He finally looked up and fixed his passive stare on Richard Grayson, pointedly avoiding to look at Wayne.

“Yes”

Grayson looked concerned and Damian wanted to punch him or stab him for it. Who did he think he was? Why did he believe he could do anything to make it hurt any less? He didn’t know anything of his pain.

“I was saying… we know this is going to be a bit of a tough adjustment for everyone, but we’ll do our best to make you feel welcome, ok? This is your house now and- and you can ask for whatever you need”

For a second his eyes flickered around at the sober decorations and soft lighting of the room that made it seem welcoming, and he hated that it felt much warmer than his grandfather’s palace.

“I don’t want to”

Grayson blinked.

“You don’t want to… ask for anything?” he dumbly guessed.

Damian pursed his lips.

“I don’t want to stay here” he stated clearly this time “I don’t care about him“ he vaguely and sharply gestured towards Wayne “or about his house. If mother wants me to live in Gotham for a time I will, but I don’t want to be here, I won’t. I refuse”

He crossed his arms over his chest in what could’ve been an attempt at seeming more serious, but was actually a shield between them. The silence that followed was long and tense.

“Listen, I know that I have not been a father to you, and I don’t expect that you would think of me as one” Wayne finally spoke, slowly and calmly as to not set him off, and that was even more irritating than if he wasn’t trying to be understanding “If you don’t want me to ever be your father then- that’s your choice. But for now, being here is safest for you”

Safe… what did it matter if it was safe or not? He had grown old enough to take care of himself with tooth and nail if he had to, he wasn’t some innocent sheep— he was a trained assassin, skilled and sharp, and even if he didn’t look the part his hands were already drenched in blood.

“I want to go home” he spat out, lowering his gaze again.

“Well why don’t you give it a chance?” Grayson tried to lighten the mood that was quickly falling “Just for a couple weeks, and if you don’t like it then you can leave”

“I want to go home”

The stubbornness in his voice was one hair away of turning into desperation, and that open hole in his chest was burning so intensely he could feel it physically now, barely short of interfering with his breathing.

“Thalia wants you to stay for a while but you will go back eventually” Wayne tried to say that because of course he did, of course he would use his mother to get him to stand down.

“I don’t want to be here, not with you!” the hurt and the anger were finally spreading to his lungs and his throat, demanding to be let out “This is all your fault!”

Grayson seemed about to pipe in but Wayne put a hand on his arm to stop him.

“I understand” no he didn’t “I don’t want to force you to stay, Damian. But Thalia sent you here, she is asking me to look after you, so I have to try”

“I don’t want you, I want to go home!”

“This is going to be home for now”

“NO!” the last string holding him together snapped and he finally screamed because no matter how hard he tried, nobody listened unless he made himself heard “THIS ISN’T HOME, YOU’RE NOT MY FATHER!”

Damian hadn’t carried any weapons on his person since they moved and he deeply regretted that choice at the moment, so he picked up a paperweight from the desk and threw it at Wayne, grabbing for anything else that was within reach in a frenzy. Pens, glass trinkets, a lamp, a phone, a sand clock— they all landed where he intended and Wayne took it, stunned at his outburst. Grayson scrambled to try and catch the projectiles, which meant he couldn’t stop him from grabbing more.

“I hate you, I don’t want to be in your stupid house!” he grabbed a book and it slipped past Grayson’s fingers, one of the hardcover corners hitting Wayne on the forehead hard enough to leave a bleeding scratch “I want my baba, I want to go home with baba!”

There was a beat of silence, and then nothing.

It had just… come out.

When Damian turned nine he had finally stopped saying ‘Todd’ and had moved onto ‘Jason’. When he turned eleven he sometimes threw in ‘ahki’, but when he turned thirteen he stopped any of those altogether and never once adressed Jason directly again. Mother always knew why, because of course she did, but she never tried to pressure him into voicing it… Jason on the other hand, never noticed how Damian never called for him even when they were in opposite sides of their apartment and instead chose to walk directly into his line of vision whenever he wanted something, never noticed how he pointedly avoided answering people when they asked what they were to each other.

At first he didn’t really know how to say it… and at the end, he had realised that he couldn’t say it because it wouldn’t matter any longer.

So here he was, standing in front of complete strangers that he was supposed to accept as family, calling for a man who didn’t even know he held such title.

The study was a mess of broken things and tense silence, but there was no more screaming. He turned around, scarily silent and with complete blankness covering his features once more. He opened the door and let his feet bring him back to the impersonal room where his things were piled up on.

Baba isn’t coming back.

Bruce couldn’t be the only one who saw it, the only one whose blood ran cold every time the shadow of his recently found fifteen year old son passed by a hallway, and every day that passed the other members of the family started to see it too, even though they hadn’t known the person he was eerily similar to. A swear jar that hadn’t been used in years rested upon the kitchen mantle with a good few bills and coins inside, books that were rarely ever touched pulled from the shelves of the library, the echoes of loud music coming from the always shut door of a teenage boy… it was all like they were living with a ghost.

And the more he thought about it the more he saw it and the more painful it became; Damian was so much like Jason. From the way his eyebrows dipped in a frown to his cat like walk— how he held his fork at dinner and how he passive aggressively reorganised everything to his liking, how he muttered curses under his breath and how he dressed. His sweet tooth, his distrustful demeanour, his speech patterns…

It hurt.

Not a day had passed in the last ten years that he didn’t think of his little boy and the agonising pain of losing him, not one. When he woke up every morning he did it with the foolish hope that it had all been a nightmare and that he would find all his children downstairs having breakfast, when he returned home from work he still expected to be ambushed at the door by Robin trying to take Batman by surprise, and when he laid down in bed for the night a part of him still said; “It’s alright, he will be here tomorrow”.

He was everywhere, in every TV commercial about cereal (“That’s just fake advertisement, /this one/ is clearly superior”), in every child that ran past him in the streets (“Hurry up! If you don’t move the tickets will sell out and it’s a limited time exhibit!”), in every flash of superhero merchandise (“Oh my god B, look! It’s me! It’s my Robin! I have to buy one for Big Bird!”), in every scholarship signed by his hand (“You can’t throw this away, one day when I become a famous author you can have interviews and say it was your genius son’s first story”).

Buses (“You need to know how to use public transport, you’re an embarrassment”).

Cars (“I did steal all four tires, you just lie every time you tell the story”).

Loud punk songs on the radio (“You wouldn’t get it, you’re old”).

Laughter echoing in the distance (happy, he had been so happy, he had believed in him and trusted him).

… The news.

(Agonising screams and blood, oh so much blood, all over concrete and dust and bright yellow fabric, a small broken body held in too rough hands- you did this, it was your fault, he would still be alive if you had been a good father, you never deserved him, you don’t deserve any of them)

Jason was everywhere, and yet nothing could ever fill the gaping wound that his absence had made, none of those fragmented memories could ever be enough…. and now he was there in that manor, in the shape of a boy that hated Bruce’s guts, of someone so familiar and so alien at the same time.

“I’m fine”

Bruce dared lift his head to stare at Damian, who tensely stood in the study as he held the phone to his ear, his mother at the other end of the line.

He was slender like any other boy his age, and the oversized hoodies he wore every single day didn’t help in analysing him further but Bruce wasn’t naive enough to believe Thalia hadn’t trained him throughly…. he was grandson to the Demon’s Head, after all. His hair was silky straight much like Bruce’s, but completely pitch black like Thalia’s, and he too shared her bronze skin tone and the shape of his nose. His sharp eyes and eyebrows were all Bruce however, even the small and barely visible moles under his left eye and right side of his chin. His eyes though… they weren’t like either of them. Thalia’s eyes were green but they weren’t as green as Damian’s were, unnervingly bright as if… as if the Lazarus Pit itself resided in them. If Thalia was to be believed, he had never been put inside it so it was indeed simply a little disturbing.

Whatever Thalia said on the other end frustrated Damian, who frowned and interrupted; “When is baba picking me up?” he demanded “I want to go home”.

Silence, and then Bruce heard her faint voice.

“… He’s not here, dear. You know the deal, I don’t know where he is anymore”Damian’s knuckles became white as his grip on the phone tightened. “I’m sorry my love, I know you miss him but he will find a way to contact you eventually, and then you can tell him all about staying with your father”

“…”

“I know this is strange but you will be fine, your father is a good man and he will look after you, even if it’s not like home. I’m sure he could even train you if you ask”

“…”

“You need to give yourself time, hmm? I promise it will become easier if—“

“Why did he abandon me?”

Bruce inhaled softly and Thalia shut up entirely. Not unlike the first time he had seen his son, he looked utterly devastated and wrecked while still managing to keep his body upright and his expression vacant. His green eyes however, they were tainted with unshed tears.

“He didn’t abandon you, my love…”

“I know he doesn’t want me anymore” he interrupted again “I just. I… I want my baba”

Finally a couple tears made it past his eyelashes and left their mark as they soon vanished into the collar of his hoodie.

“Why am I not enough?” he choked out, sniffing and blinking as if to try and stop the torrent “What did I do wrong?”

“That’s not it, baby, he loves you, this is probably hurting him as much as it is you—“

Damian seemed like he wanted to lash out and scream, but instead he suddenly hung up the phone and set it down harshly atop the desk, furiously wiping his tears away.

You have to be careful, Dick had warned him after that explosive first impression, you’re his biological father but you’re not his dad, and you can’t pretend you are. If you try and take that place he will resent you.

“Damian, wait—“

The boy froze just before he left the studio and Bruce walked to catch up, taking a deep breath.

“You don’t have to talk to me, but just— listen, alright?” Those bright death-lit green eyes glared daggers at him but he didn’t run off just yet. “This is being hard for all of us, and I would love to get to know you and spend time with you… but!” he quickly intercepted him from leaving again “I don’t want to disrespect you, and if you feel like you don’t need me… I can’t stop you from feeling that way. You want to go home and that’s fair, so how about we compromise?”

Damian remained silence for a long moment, and then finally made a small subtle head gesture as if to tell him to go on. Bruce almost let out a sigh of relief.

“You stay here for a while and we try to be civil to each other to make your mother happy. In the meantime you can look for your, uh, baba, and once you’re ready you can leave”

Hopefully, with just the tiniest chance, Damian might find him tolerable, or he would stay long enough for Bruce to know him. When he left he would’ve lost another son, but at least he would know he’d be safe and happy with the person he actually considered a father… with his real family.

“… You won’t tell me what to do”

“If it’s within reason then— yes, I suppose”

He could almost see the gears turning as the boy quickly analysed every possibility and how each choice could affect the outcome. Was it worth it? Had he offered enough?

“I want something, only one thing” the boy said slowly, quietly but surely.

“What is it?” he asked, eager to know and grant it.

Damian looked at him and his eyes were burning.

Gotham nights were cold and quiet, as far as anyone is concerned to measure in a Gotham scale. For the past decade Batman had been little more than a myth, refusing to entertain the rogues any longer and doing his work in the shadows. Blurry sightings and vague stories was all that remained of The Bat, and only occasionally you would see one of his batlings soar through the skies.

Gotham nights were cold and quiet and nothing ever disturbed them anymore.

At least not until a blur of colour is seen again.

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