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daemour · 3 months

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I Can See You

Pairing: single dad! Seonghwa x babysitter! f! yn

Word Count: 10,137

Warnings: cursing, alcohol consumption, a creepy old man in one scene, age gap (10 years but both are adults (and not just barely)), smut warnings under cut

Genre: Angst, fluff, smut, single parent au, M for mature audiences

Summary: When you took a job babysitting a young toddler, you didn't expect to be so drawn to the family. And more specifically, her frustratingly hot and single dad.

Smut Warnings: masturbation, sexual fantasies, riding, slight (if you squint) corruption kink, sliGHT breeding kink, unprotected sex (DONT DO THIS unless you discuss safely outside of sex!), breast play, overstimulation, undiscussed kinks (yn is fine with it. but discuss your fucking kinks guys *gun emoji*), slight cumplay

thank u to @pyeonghongrie and @mingsolo for beta'ing and for the title hehe <3 this is also a collab with @potatomountain who is also writing a dilf hwa, we're just on two sides of the spectrum lol...and this is so damn long

“Hello, I’m here for a babysitter interview with a Mr Park?”

“That would be me. Miss (Y/N)?”

When you answered the ad in the newspaper about babysitting, you were so ready to see an older man, around his fifties. But this man looked so young, around his late twenties although you’re sure he’s probably forty. And you’re not one to judge—nearing your mid-twenties one wouldn’t be expecting you to still babysit as a full-time job. But it pays the bills and helps you get some hands-on experience in your degree, child development.

“Ah, yes. That’s me,” your words spill out as you realise he is awaiting an answer. Mentally, you berate yourself for the immediate blunder while Mr Park’s eyes crinkle with amusement.

“Come on in and make yourself comfy on the couch. I’ll be right there. Would you like anything to drink?” Mr Park’s voice is smooth like butter and you have a hard time making sure you don’t get lost in it.

Again, you nod, actual wordy responses jumbled in your brain, walking to the couch and sitting down almost mechanically. If you were mentally present, you would have noticed the smile the older man sends your way.

He doesn’t take too long, returning with two glasses of water. “You didn’t say what you wanted to drink so I just got you water. Is that okay?”

Thankfully, you finally can respond coherently and smile, albeit a little shakily. “Yes, thank you so much.”

You take the glass with both hands, thanking him again quietly and taking a small sip before just holding it as you wait for him to be seated. You’ve felt awkward before, but this is a new extreme. Normally you pride yourself on keeping your cool in front of someone you think is hot, but Mr Park…he’s something else. You try your best to keep your eyes trained on the coffee table, only letting yourself glance at him occasionally so he doesn’t realise just how in awe you are.

“Jihee will be home from school soon, so you’ll see her soon. For now it’ll just be old me and my questions,” Mr Park starts his interview as soon as he sits on the couch across from you. “Now, I saw in your application that your major was in child development? Can I ask why that interested you?”

You blink at him for a moment, not expecting that question. Sure, bringing it up was expected, but the way he sounds like he’s interviewing you for a position in a company amuses you. “Uh…I just grew up with a lot of siblings and their kids. I’m the youngest of six, and the oldest is sixteen years older than me so I have a lot of nieces and nephews as well. Children have always been a part of my life, and my first job was babysitting so it’s something I’m very used to. Child development was just a way for me to learn even more and in a less… hands-on way. Poopy diapers are not my favourite.” You pause. “Not that I can’t change them! Or that Jihee uses them. Sorry. I didn’t mean to bring it up.”

You’re so sure your face is bright red right now as you stumble over your words, and you’re ready to be kicked out, but all Mr Park does instead is laugh at your embarrassment. It’s a little mean but it’s better than your worst conclusion so you’ll take it. “It’s okay,” Mr Park smiles at you. “It’s okay to ramble, it was actually quite amusing. Now, I’d just like to warn you, Jihee has trouble with working on schoolwork. While that usually isn’t an issue, she may be asking you to help her with her homework and reading and I just thought I’d give you a heads up. Would that cause any trouble?”

“It wouldn’t bother me, and I’ll try my best. I took children’s education in college as well so it’d be a good time for me to exercise that,” you laugh quietly. Your first dream was to be a governess, no matter how few jobs there are for that type of work.

Mr Park nods thoughtfully. “Glad to give you some experience in that,” he hums after careful consideration, a smile on his face. “Her struggles lie in understanding the problems and in English. If she faces any difficulty then I can always help out.”

Before either of you continues speaking, his watch beeps and he glances down. Without another word, he stands and goes to open the front door. “Uh–” Your confusion escapes you before you can stop it.

“Oh, Jihee’s almost home and I always leave the door open for her,” he explains, eyes still trained on his watch. “You’ll get to meet her, and then we can discuss more details. And just to reiterate the ad, this is going to be a job that requires a lot of hours. I, of course, will be paying you for any sort of overtime if I need to stay at the office later. Does your schedule still allow for that?”

You hold back your smile. Your schedule mostly consists of scrolling the internet for job opportunities and eating lunch with your friends. “Yes, I can do that,” you affirm. “I’ll need holidays off, but I assume that’s a given as you’ll also be with Jihee?”

A smile pulls at the corner of Mr Park’s mouth. “Very astute,” he chuckles. “Now, here she comes.”

The door swings open without another word from either of you and a little girl dressed in pink and ribbons barrels into Mr Park’s knees. He lets out a quiet grunt, stabilising himself against the door as his hand strokes at her hair. “Hello, Jihee,” he hums fondly. "How was school today?"

The young girl beams up at her father. "So fun!" she grins, her words slightly slurred in her excitement. "Today, Mrs Lee had us do shapes and my favourite colour is blue now! I have so many blue crayons."

Mr Park's eyebrow raises at the mention of crayons. "Do you have them with you?" he asks, and Jihee nods vigorously. "Can I see them?"

Another nod comes from the child and she immediately plops on the floor, pulling out her pencil case and opening it to reveal at least ten crayons, all of varying sizes. What stands out to you the most is that half of them are green. "See! All blue. But this one's my favourite." She grabs at a particularly long and skinny one, a shade of emerald green.

"Ah. Lovey, remember, your colours are a little different, right?" Mr Park talks in a gentle voice, very different from the very adult voice he used with you. "That's a green crayon."

Jihee's face drops. "Oh." Her bottom lip juts out in a pout.

Mr Park holds out his hand and Jihee drops the crayon into his palm. "You can't take the crayons from school anyway, dear. Why don't we leave these in your bag and you can give them back and apologise to Mrs Lee tomorrow?"

Jihee's pout grows bigger but she nods. "Okay, daddy," she agrees and Mr Park nods proudly.

"Now, do you want to meet your new friend?" You flinch as Mr Park mentions you, sitting up straighter in your chair before ultimately deciding to stand instead.

"Hi, Jihee," you do your best to speak with the same quiet tone Mr Park used. "I'm (Y/N)! It's nice to meet you."

You offer your hand for her to shake and Jihee looks at you, her thinking face almost a spitting image of her father's before she walks over and takes your hand with gusto. "Hi, Mrs (Y/N).”

"Ah, I'm not a Mrs," you correct her. "You can call me (Y/N)."

"Miss (Y/N)," Mr Park quietly interrupts and you nod, not wanting to override his parenting although being called 'miss' will catch you off-guard for the time being. "Why don't you tell her one thing about yourself and then Miss (Y/N) has to go, okay?"

Jihee's mouth twists in sadness, her hand still gripping yours. "Okay," she sighs again. "I get to talk to her more later though, right?"

Mr Park nods. "Of course. Miss (Y/N) will be spending a lot of time with you, so I'm glad you like her."

Jihee nods solemnly. "I like pretty people and you're super pretty," she tells you earnestly and your heart swells at the compliment.

“Thank you, Jihee,” you thank her genuinely, although you’re amused at the fact that she considers her appreciation for physical looks a good introduction to herself. “It was nice to meet you.”

With another decisive nod, Jihee turns and marches right off down the hall, presumably to her room. Mr Park turns to you, finally shutting his front door with a sigh. “That was Jihee. Ball of energy extraordinaire. She comes home from school at one-thirty, and will put her own things away before coming to eat a snack. She has one worksheet to do a day but with your help she’ll get it fairy quickly. I’ll email you a list of house rules.”

You nod. “That sounds perfect. What would the schedule look like? What time would I be here, and when would I expect you to come home?”

Mr Park hums, running a hand through his perfect hair. “For her school days, I’d like to have you in here maybe ten minutes before she comes. I’ll always leave her snack in the fridge and you can just pop it in the microwave and make yourself comfortable before she comes barrelling in. Then I’ll be home at five-thirty sharp whenever possible. Every other Saturday I’m in the office for eight hours and you’ll be watching Jihee for those days. If you can’t do a Saturday, just let me know so I can get someone to watch her, but generally I’d like you here from eight to five.”

You nod. All your friends have atypical work schedules so your Saturdays are empty in general, and since the weekdays are shorter hours you don’t mind. “When it comes to after-school playdates, should I expect you to be home or would you like me to take care of them?”

Mr Park’s lips tighten almost imperceptibly. “That won’t be an issue. Jihee doesn’t do playdates.” Your curiosity spikes at his short answer but his tone leaves no room for discussion so you don’t press it. “I’ll give you a key now. Tomorrow is my off-Saturday but if you can come in just to adjust yourself that would be great. I have some work to get done anyway so I’ll be mostly out of your hair although you can still ask me questions.”

You nod again. “Yeah, that works,” you confirm after a quick check to your phone calendar. When you look up, Mr Park is already holding out a key and you take it after a moment’s hesitation. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

Mr Park nods, moving to open the door when Jihee calls out with a whining tone to her voice. “Daddy, I need help!”

Mr Park sighs but it’s full of affection for his daughter. “I would walk you to your car but she calls for me,” his head dips into an apologetic bow but you shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you smile at him. “There’s no need for that at all.” That is one of the main reasons, but another part of you doesn’t want him to know you have no car and you take the bus to his neighbourhood and then walk the rest of the way.

A twenty-four-year-old with no car? It’s a little embarrassing, especially in the area you both live in where it’s almost required to have a car to do anything. Generally, your babysitting jobs were close enough to your home, but the salary of this job enticed you to give up walking.

As you exit, you can hear Jihee starting off her complaints about her jacket and you smile to yourself subconsciously.

You’ve been working with the Parks for almost a month now and generally, it’s a good time. You only really see Mr Park when he comes home, but by then you have one foot out the door. There are days when he looks so beaten down that you want to offer him some encouragement, but you don’t want to step out of your boundaries. So, you just keep your head down and leave.

Jihee is sweet and easy-going, not hard for you to get along with. She always has some sort of fun idea for you to play along with and her schoolwork hasn’t been too terrible although you dread when she starts getting into more difficult maths.

But today, as soon as Jihee walks into the door, you suspect something is wrong. She doesn’t greet you as excitedly as she used to, just stalking straight into her bedroom and coming right now, settling herself down on the couch with a pout on her face.

“Jihee, don’t you want to eat?” you try to coax her to the dinner table, but she just shakes her head, immobile. You frown. It’s strange for the usually talkative child to be this closed off. “Did something happen at school?”

Jihee glares at the coffee table, shaking her head. “No,” she mutters but her cold-stone facade drops immediately as she suddenly bursts into tears. Your heart drops for the child crying on your couch and you immediately run to her and pull her into your arms. “Why don’t they like me?” she wails into your shirt and your heart drops.

You had suspected it when Mr Park shut down the playdate idea very quickly, but this just solidifies your thoughts. How could the kids at school not like such a sweet kid? As you’ve been working for the Parks for quite a bit now, you’ve grown to adore the young girl like she was one of your own nieces.

You don’t say anything just yet, just patting her hair and doing your best to calm her down. It takes almost an hour but now she just curls up in your arms, her hands gripping your shirt as she’s so close to falling asleep. You don’t have the heart to wake up so you resign yourself to letting her sleep on you for now.

Within ten minutes, you fall asleep as well. It’s not what you meant to do, but you couldn’t have stopped yourself. When your eyes open again, Jihee is no longer in your arms and there’s a large fluffy blanket laid on top of you. You blink yourself awake before panic sets in and you shoot up, looking around. “Jihee?” you call out and hear deep laughter behind you. When your head snaps back you see Mr Park chuckling at your face.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Miss (Y/N).”

It takes a minute for your words to register, blinking stupidly at your employer for a few moments before your face drops and you practically leap off the couch. “I’m so sorry!” you cry, bowing rapidly at a low angle. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep and it won’t happen again.”

You keep your eyes lowered and you look up at him through your lashes, scared of how he’ll react but to your surprise, Mr Park’s smile grows and he shakes his head. “Don’t worry about it, you looked comfortable and the doors were locked. Jihee didn’t get into any trouble, just was a little bored since you were asleep.”

You shake your head. “Regardless, I shouldn’t sleep on the job but thank you for the kindness. Jihee is very responsible for her age and it certainly reflects on your parenting.” You smile back at him.

“Well, thank you for your kind words. It means a lot to me as well,” Mr Park hums. “Would you like to join us for dinner? I know you usually leave around the time I get back but let me at least feed you before you go.”

You frown. “I’d like to, but I should get going,” you say absentmindedly. “I have to make it in time to catch the bus.”

You’re looking around, trying to gather your belongings, when you realise how silent Mr Park is. And in turn, you realise what you just said. “You take the bus?” His voice lowers and you stare at the look of concern he has on his face. “It’s practically dark by the time you leave and you’re walking to the bus stop by yourself?”

“Ah– it’s okay! It’s not a far walk, just up the street.” You hurry to defend your choices, waving your hands. “I’ve gotten home safe so far, no?”

Mr Park shakes his head. “No, you can’t take chances. I’ll drive you home tonight after dinner. You must stay.”

You stare up at him with wide eyes, but his stance is unwavering. And as much as you would usually protest—being taken home by a much older man would usually ring alarms in your head—the idea of not having to wait in the cold and the dark by yourself is very appealing. And from how you’ve interacted with him before, Mr Park seems very sweet, and you trust him just a little more than you probably should.

“Well, I do thank you for your kindness,” you sigh, nodding your head in concession. “But this will be the only time.”

Mr Park chuckles, not taking you seriously. “We’ll see. Now come on. Tonight is beef stew and my younger brother will come for dinner as well.”

“Uncle Uyu is coming?” You can hear Jihee’s excited voice coming from the kitchen as well as her feet pittering on the floor as she launches herself into your lap. “Hi again, Miss (Y/N).”

“Hello again, Miss Jihee,” you tease, pressing the tip of your finger to her forehead and Jihee giggles.

“Are you staying for dinner?” You nod again and she screeches in happiness, not giving a second glance at how you wince at the sound. “I can’t wait! I have to make you pretty! Come with me.”

With as much seriousness as she can muster in her body, she pulls you by the hand into her room as Mr Park watches the two of you with a soft smile and follows the two of you into Jihee’s room. He takes a seat on the bed as Jihee fusses over your hair, styling it with her toddler's hands and putting an obscene amount of hair clips into it. But you’re whipped for the little girl and you let her do whatever she wants, ending up in two uneven pigtails and a plethora of Hello Kitty clips.

“Daddy, isn’t it pretty?” Jihee giggles, moving your head to tilt so her father can take a look at her work. “It’s better than your hair to practice!”

Mr Park, mock-affronted, holds his hand to his chest. “Betrayed by my own daughter? Alas, but I can let it slide as this may very well be your best work.”

Jihee giggles, pressing her face against your cheek when the doorbell rings. “Uncle Uyu!” As always, her focus is diverted by any new thing and she runs for the door, both you and Mr Park following shortly after. As she yanks the door open, a man around Seonghwa’s age greets her just as excitedly, bending down to pick her up and spin her around.

“Jiji,” he cheers, “Already so big?” His eyes find you and you offer a small wave. “And who’s this? Seonghwa, you found a girl?”

Mr Park’s jaw drops and your eyes widen as you rush to contradict. “Oh, no, no, I’m just the babysitter. Mr Park has kindly invited me for dinner.”

Wooyoung chuckles at the look on both your faces. “Don’t worry, I just like to pull on Seonghwa’s leg. You’re a little young for him too.”

You offer a smile. “Yeah, and the forties are a little out of my age range as well,” you try to joke, but to your surprise, Wooyoung breaks out cackling, startling Jihee who starts laughing with him confusedly. Mr Park’s shocked face has somehow become even more intense.

“You think I’m how old?” Wooyoung has reigned in his laughter although a smile still pulls at his lips. “I’m only thirty-four!”

A gasp made its way out of your mouth as you start bowing rapidly again in apology. “I’m so sorry! You look your age, I just assumed you had to be older.”

Mr Park sighs, although an amused smile now graces his face. “It’s okay, I can understand it. I’ll just be giving you a hard time from now on.” He punctuates with a wink and your eyes snap down to Jihee in embarrassment.

“Let’s get on with dinner so I can go home and just melt in embarrassment, okay?” you groan and the two older men laugh. Jihee seems to agree with your sentiment, declaring her hunger grumpily and you laugh and pick her up. “See, even Jihee’s on my side. Let’s eat now.”

Mr Park hums, stepping aside. “All right, I see I’m outnumbered now. I hope you don’t mind how casual this dinner is, but I promise the food is worth it. Wooyoung’s the better cook, but he’s taught me a few tricks.”

You shrug. “Any food is good food to me. At home, I have instant ramen and fried rice so it’s a nice change.”

Out of disapproval, Mr Park shakes his head although the smile does not leave his face. “I do not miss my college diet. Please, take a seat.” He motions to the dinner table, pulling out a chair for you to seat yourself, sitting beside you as Wooyoung and Jihee join the other side of the table.

“So, tell me about yourself (Y/N),” Wooyoung hums, leaning on the table by his elbows. “You’re in college?”

You shake your head. “I graduated a year and a half ago, I’m twenty-four now, but it feels like just yesterday I was taking my finals,” you chuckle. “What was your major, Mr Wooyoung?”

Wooyoung smiled, “Please, call me Wooyoung. Mr Wooyoung just sounds weird. But to answer your question, my major was culinary, of course. Before I taught Hwa how to cook, he was hopeless. I think I was feeding him and Jihee primarily other than his sandwiches and canned soup.” He sighs, leaning back and smirking at Mr Park whose ears are red.

“Hey, Youngah, I paid you for your work. Don’t make me seem incompetent,” Mr Park snorts, leaning over to smack the back of his neck. “Wooyoung may be eight years younger than me but he certainly acts like he’s five.”

You laugh at the banter. “Me and my siblings were the same way. We’d always fight but in the end, we care for each other. It’s sweet to see you guys act the same.” You smile, taking a bite of your stew. “Thank you for letting me sit in on your family dinner.”

Mr Park shakes his head. “Of course. Can’t let you walk on your own at night, you know. I’d be happy to give you a ride home from now on.”

“Ah, no, I can’t make you do that,” you try and decline again but Seonghwa is having none of that.

“It’s not a matter of making me, I offered. I can’t let my babysitter just stand around in the dark. Let me do this for you. Jihee cares for you, she wouldn’t want to make you get hurt.”

You frown, pursing your lips. “I suppose I can’t argue with that,” you concede. “Thank you once again.”

Mr Park shakes his head, his hand moving up to ruffle your hair. “Don’t worry about it.” His hand rests atop your head a moment longer before he remembers who he is in relation to you. “Ah, sorry. Habit from Jihee.”

The heartfelt moment is cut loose by everyone amused at Mr Park’s habit. Jihee immediately takes the initiative to start rambling about stickers, engrossing everyone in the conversation, Wooyoung being particularly vocal. The dinner is finished with no other events, and you offer to help clean up, ignoring Mr Park when he tries to protest.

“Thank you for helping out,” he tries to thank you but you wave your hand dismissively.

“You fed me and are driving me home. It’s the least I could do. Shall we head out though? I don’t want you to have to leave Jihee for too long.”

Mr Park nods, grabbing his keys and jangling them as he opens the door to the garage. You do your best to not show your surprise at the sight of his fancy car. Of course, you knew he was well off, but you never imagined you’d actually be sitting in his car. He even opens the door for you, letting you slide into the passenger seat.

You hold yourself stiffly, but Mr Park looks over and just laughs at you. “Relax, I’m not going to bite you. Just let me know where to go and we’ll be set. Want a piece of gum?”

He holds out a pack of gum and you gladly take the piece, happy for the distraction. Most of the car ride is silent, except for you telling him occasionally where to go. But as he pulls up to your street, he slows to a crawl.

“You know, I don’t want you to be uncomfortable around.me. Sure, I’m your employer, but I’m also a dad. I got the dad instinct, you know?” Your lips twitch at his attempt to be comforting. “Really, though. Don’t hold yourself so tight around me. I don’t mind doing this for you.”

You turn your eyes down. “Thank you. I’ll try, it’s just a little weird for me if you understand. But I do appreciate everything you’re doing for me.” As you unbuckle your seatbelt, you smile at Mr Park. “I hope you have a good night.”

As you go to your apartment building, Mr Park leans out of his car and calls after you. “You can call me Seonghwa, (Y/N). Mr Park makes me feel old.”

You laugh at his admission. “We’ll see, grandpa!” You can’t help but tease him before running into your home, leaving an amused Seonghwa outside.

These days you and Seonghwa have become a lot more friendly. He’s taken to driving you home despite your protests and during the car rides, some interesting conversations have happened. For example, you learnt that he built his company from the ground and yet is respected in many old money circles.

Okay, maybe you didn’t learn that from a conversation, and instead just searched on the internet. But what can you say? You’re curious about the man who happens to be your charge’s father and the man who happens to be very very handsome.

Maybe you have a bit of a crush on Seonghwa, but you couldn’t blame yourself. There was something about him. It is the aura he holds himself with, the kindness in his smile when he arrives home, and it helps that he is hot. Every so often, you can’t help but find yourself glancing at his pretty hands, or his well-toned arms, and you have to look away before heat spreads up to your ears.

You’re down bad, and it’s not getting any better. Every time you see Seonghwa, you want to jump him but it would be inappropriate. Not only is he your employer, but he’s also a decade older than you. There’s no way he would be interested in you, he probably sees you just as some kid.

With a sigh, you look down at your sketchbook. Today was supposed to be a fun day. Both Jihee and Seonghwa were off today, so you were spending the day with her as Seonghwa was still called into the office to put in some extra hours. But then the toddler fell sick and you were tasked with taking care of her.

At least it was a fairly easy job—Jihee slept most of the day and you were free to work on some of your more personal projects. Although your passion lies in children, you do enjoy drawing and even took a couple of classes in college. As you lay on the couch sketching, you get so lost in your mind you don’t even register the door opening and the footsteps coming towards you.

“Is that me?”

A shriek rips its way out of your throat as you do your best to whirl around and hold your drawings to your chest, but your legs get caught in the blanket and you instead fall half off the couch to the ground. Your chin props your head up on the ground but your legs are still tangled on the couch, your arms twisted into the blanket, the sketchbook an arm’s reach away.

“Hi, Mr– Seonghwa. How was work today?” you mumble half into the carpet, too embarrassed to look up. “Jihee’s taking a nap in her room.”

After a moment of silence, Seonghwa laughs, although it’s a little pained. “Uh. Do you need help up?”

You groan, pulling one of your arms out from your cocoon prison. “That would be great, thanks. Sorry.”

One of his cool hands gently takes your elbow as another comes to rest on your back. It’s at the moment you realise your shirt has ridden up. You can’t help but tense at the touch, hoping the embarrassment doesn’t show on your face. “Jihee’s taking a nap?”

You’re grateful he chose to brush over the incident. “Yeah– yeah. She’s not much better, but she’s not much worse. It’s just a simple cold, so she needs to sleep it off.” You chose to ignore the hand lingering on the small of your back, instead scooching back on your butt to distance yourself just a little bit. He’s your employer, there’s no way you can give in to your feelings.

But the couch seems to be against your plans, as when you try to pull the blankets off your feet you tumble into Seonghwa’s legs, knocking him down as you land on his firm chest. Your face is mere centimetres away from his and you freeze. “I–” you stammer out, Seonghwa equally as awkward.

“Sorry–” He tries to sit up, but it just results in the blankets twisting tighter and pulling you two even closer together. You swear if you could hold your breath, you could feel and hear his heart beating. “Ah, shit.”

You can’t help but laugh a little at his profanity, not something you’ve ever expected to hear from him. “Welcome back, Seonghwa.”

Seognhwa’s eyes widen, his blush deepens, and his head snaps away from you. Your brows furrow at the change in his features and you can’t help but wonder if it’s from the proximity, or if it’s the proximity to you specifically. “Ah. Let’s get out of this, shall we?” he coughs. He carefully detangles himself from the pile and holds out a hand to you.

You grasp it, noting his firm grip and letting him pull you up. “Thanks.”

“I’ll drive you back to your apartment first since Jihee’s asleep right now. It won’t take long.” While Seonghwa’s voice remains warm, his eyes move away from you.

Suddenly a guilty feeling pools in your stomach and you turn away as well, bending to pick up your sketchbook silently. “Of course.” The disappointment fills your head as you internally admonish yourself for even trying to entertain your fantasies of the older man.

But, to your surprise, a warm hand pats you on your shoulder. “You are good at art, (Y/N). You should continue to pursue and practice it, even as just a hobby.” His words make you look up into his eyes and you see a sparkle behind them. “You’re a talented person, and you should take advantage of it.”

“Thank you, Seonghwa,” you smile at him again. “Once again, I appreciate the kindness you offer me.”

Seonghwa chuckles, spinning the car keys as you’ve quickly found out is his habit. “(Y/N), thank you for putting up with such an old man who can offer you nothing but kindness.”

You snort. “You’re not even that old, you geezer.” In retaliation, Seonghwa leans over and pokes you in the forehead.

“Oh, hush and let me take you home.”

It’s been almost six months since that day and your feelings have only intensified. But this time, you swear perhaps he may be returning your feelings too. Sometimes you catch him looking at you with a gentle smile, and his hand on your shoulder lingers a little longer than you think. But then he talks to an employee on the phone and you remember how accomplished he is. Even if he wasn’t much older than you, there’s no way you would fit into his lifestyle.

And, like any self-respecting person would do, you start to avoid him. What else are you going to do? Tell him? You’d be crazy to even entertain the thought. There’s no way he would even take you seriously.

These days you’ve just been going to work, and heading straight home. Seonghwa barely has time to catch you, and you’ve been plotting with Jihee to keep him away. She doesn’t quite understand why, but it’s fun to her so she’s happy to. You’re pretty sure half your wallet has gone to sticker sheets. But no matter how many stickers you’ve bought, it doesn’t help Seonghwa from figuring out something is amiss.

It’s your one day off and you’re spending it at home, lounging around and just watching movies while you sulk about your tangled feelings. Watching all these romantic movies doesn’t help at all and you groan. There’s no way you’re going to act like a lonely teenager, you declare to yourself. You’ll go to a club! Maybe meet someone closer to your age and you won’t feel like a wet sock anymore.

That’s it, you’ve convinced yourself. You’ll give yourself a night out. Suddenly inspired, you throw off the blankets covering you and start donning your nicest clothes. There’s a club you used to frequent in your college days, and you haven’t been back since you got the new job. It’d be nice to let loose again.

As the nighttime approaches, you’re almost all ready to go. You have your outfit and your makeup, and all you need is your shoes. Once you pick out your favourite pair of heels (comfy and not too high), you make your way down. You can feel the excitement pounding out of your chest and you can’t wait to get the night started.

As you enter the club, your body immediately relaxes as you take in the atmosphere. It’s been so long, you’re just excited to have fun. Get drunk, find a nice guy, and forget your problems. You down drink after drink, hyping yourself up, but as late night comes, nothing happens. With a sigh, you plunk down your last drink, feeling the buzz of the alcohol burn in your veins.

Nothing will happen tonight, and you just have to come to terms with it. You place down a couple of bills to pay off your tab, tip, and stumble out of the bar. You’re plastered. You can hardly walk in a straight line and you lean against the cool brick for a minute, letting the sensation sober you up a bit as you do your best to call up a taxi.

But before you can do so, a hand creeps onto your bare waist and your head snaps up to see a man, no younger than fifty, leering at you. “Uh, hi?” you slur out, your hands fiddling with your phone as you try and discreetly move to the phone app. You may be plastered, but you’re not a fool and you know what could happen in this situation.

Unfortunately, the old man seems to know what you’re trying and he grabs one of your wrists. “Now, pretty lady, take a break there. Why don’t you come hang out with me for a bit?” His words are greasy and slimy, and you almost gag at the idea of what he’s insinuating. At least Seonghwa isn’t triple your age…and he’s hot.

“Ah, no thanks,” you manage to push past him, pressing your most recent contact and holding the phone to your ear. “I’m a little uh…” You’re cut off when whoever you call starts speaking.

“(Y/N)? Why are you calling me? It’s nine.” Seonghwa’s voice crackles through the receiver. “Are you okay?”

“Ah, shit,” you groan, stumbling to your side and colliding with the wall. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I’m just out and–”

Once again, the old man approaches you and pulls you back by the waist. “Come on, pretty. Get off the phone and pay attention to me.”

You shake your head and pull away again, moving even more down the street. “No, no, I’m not– just leave me alone. I want to go home,” you say, shaking your head, still holding the phone to your face. “Just…I wanna go home.”

“(Y/N), are you okay? Where are you?” You can hear the worry in Seonghwa’s voice rise and a faint jingling of keys. “I’m going to get you. Wooyoung’s here so he can watch Jihee. Talk to me, (Y/N).”

“I’m at the club Desire. Or near it. I don’t know.” Your head is muddled and no matter where you look, the street signs are blurring and the old man is still trying to get your attention. “I just want to go home,” you repeat, tears springing to your eyes. “I thought I told you to leave me alone!”

The old man growls at your tone, grabbing at you again. “Don’t be stupid, child. You can come home with me and I’ll teach you how to be proper for a man like you.” His breath reeks of alcohol and bad breath and you instinctively slap him across the face. Surprised, he jerks back, and you take a couple of shaky steps back again.

“Leave me be! I don’t want you near me.”

The old man’s eyes narrow at you and he takes one menacing step forward, his hand raising to strike you but you bring up your arms to block the slap, whimpering in pain when the hit lands and your phone clatters out of your hand. “You insolent child!” Your eyes squeeze shut and you hope Seonghwa gets there soon.

Seonghwa has never driven so fast in his life. He’s racing through the lights and he counts his lucky stars that they’re all green and that the police aren’t around right now. He can hear arguing coming from his phone and he’s calm enough knowing you’re at least still on the phone. But then he hears a noise and what he assumes to be your phone falling on the ground. “Fuck,” he mutters to himself. “Please, please be okay, (Y/N).”

Stepping on the gas, he roars around the corner to the club you mentioned, praying you’re still there. As he gets out, he’s looking around but can’t seem to find you. “(Y/N)?” he calls out. “Where are you?”

He races down the street to find you pinned against the wall, your hands attempting to push an old geezer away and he sees red. He marches right up, grabbing his arm and pulling him away from your shaking figure. “Fuck off,” he growls in his face, delighting in the fear that moves across his face. “Don’t let me catch you near this place again. Now fuck off!”

He practically throws the old man to his knees before turning and cupping your face. “Seonghwa,” you practically sob. He can still see the drunken haze in your eyes but it’s almost completely cleared up now and his brow furrows even more.

“Come on, I’m taking you home.” He pulls you along and you do your best to keep up with him in your inebriated state. “I can’t believe you would do this! Have you no sense of security? Why didn’t you get anyone to come with you? Why would you call a taxi outside of the establishment?”

He still opens the car door for you and you slide immediately in, eyes staring wide at the pristine dashboard. He slides in and puts the car in the ignition before sitting back and groaning in frustration. “I hope you’re ready to talk as soon as we get inside,” he gripes. “I still am so shocked, (Y/N). You act so mature about Jihee, but what happened then? You could’ve been hurt…no, you were hurt!”

He continues his rant driving up to your street, ushering you into the elevator and into your place. “Do you know how my heart dropped when I saw you struggling? I don’t want to see you hurt. You need to take care of yourself.”

As he yells at you, his eyes rake over you to see if you’re injured any further, but something else stops him and the words die in his throat. You’re wearing a sheer shirt, your lacy bra underneath just showing off your chest. Your leather skirt has ridden up your thighs and your eyes fill with unshed tears. And something burns in his brain.

It’s been months since he hired you, and with each passing day, he finds himself more and more attracted to you. He berated himself every time these unwanted thoughts popped into his head. Sure, you’re sweet, good with kids, and are passionate about what you care about. But you’re also so young. You can do so much better than him, a single father with no prospects.

But seeing you like this, heat sparks in his gut and he leans in, his face mere inches away from yours. “When you wear things like that, it makes me want to rip them off you and do things even that creep couldn’t even imagine,” his low voice pierces through your thoughts and your mouth gapes open.

“I’m okay with that,” you whisper, hand reaching out to brush against his chest, but Seonghwa blinks as he realises what he just tried to do, and he jerks back. Your eyes flash with hurt and Seonghwa would like to hit himself for doing that to you but he can’t let you come onto him when you’re still drunk.

“I– I’m sorry,” you whisper, your hands reaching behind you to steady yourself on the wall. “I just felt so lonely. I wanted to be wanted.”

Seonghwa’s breath stutters as he stares down into your wavering eyes. “I–” He wants you so bad. But he can’t bring himself to say it. Not when you’re drunk. “Go to bed. We’ll talk in the morning.”

He turns away and hears your disappointed sigh alongside your footsteps trudging to your bedroom. With a groan, he sits on the couch with his head in his hands. He wants to reassure you, but he can’t help but feel guilty about it. But he’s still straining in his pants and after locating your bathroom, he sits on the shower bench, leaning against the cool tile and breathing in and out. With a groan, he unzips his pants and pulls out his half-hard cock. The feeling of regret rises but he pushes it down to his gut as he spits in his hand and presses his thumb against the head of his dick.

As he wraps his hand around his cock and pumps it, he can’t help but close his eyes and imagine you. You with your mouth wrapped around his cock, with your hands gripping his thighs. You seated on his throbbing member, grinding your hips against him as you lean down to kiss him. He can feel his dick jump and he wonders what it’ll feel like to fill you with his cum.

He lets out a broken moan as his grip turns tighter. His image of you would scratch your nails down his back. He can almost hear your little whines and breathy moans as your hips work over him. You’d lean in and whisper into his mouth, “Seonghwa, fuck me hard,” and—

Seonghwa sighs as he looks down at his cum-coated hand and the mix of shame and relief swirling around his brain. Maybe he should just go to sleep on the couch and hope he doesn’t dream of you. As he washes his hand and goes to lie down, he can already feel a stress headache coming on. He hopes you’ll at least fare better in the morning.

When you awaken, you have a throbbing pain in your head and you groan and roll out of bed. You’ve taken your club shirt off as well as your skirt, but your bra and underpants are still on. You’re sure your makeup is smudged too and you have no clue how you got home but all you want is some coffee and oatmeal.

You trudge to the kitchen, rubbing your eyes from sleep. There’s a blanket fallen on the floor so you toss it onto the couch and head straight into the kitchen to start your coffee maker. As you lean against the counter and yawn.

“(Y/N), are you feeling better?”

A voice calls out from behind you and you shriek, whirling around to see a sleepy Seonghwa, blanket wrapped around him and his hair a mess. You shriek again, realising how little you’re clothed and duck behind the counter, your cheeks flaming and your heart beating faster than you ever thought it could.

“What are you doing here?” you force out, your voice tight.

“Do…do you not remember last night at all?” You do remember most of what happened. He took you home, but that’s about as far as you remember. And you’re not sure you want to know the rest of it. But you’re far too embarrassed to admit, so you put your acting skills to use. You’re not sure you can handle the shame of a real conversation.

“What?” you ask, forcing your voice to pitch higher as you slowly stand back up, hands covering your chest. “I didn’t– Oh my God, I’m so sorry if I came onto you. I was drunk, I must’ve been out of my mind. Please accept my deepest apologies.”

You notice Seonghwa’s eyes trail down to your chest and then snap back up to your face as if he’s forcing himself to and he chokes out a breath. Despite the headache, your mouth twitches. Maybe you’re still a little out of it. “No, nothing like that. I fetched you from the club because you called me to save you from a creep. Then I took you home and we slept.”

You sigh. “I’m glad. I do apologise for whatever my behaviour was. It was out of line and it won’t happen again. I understand if you want to let me go–”

“No!” Seonghwa’s outburst surprises you and your eyes widen. The lack of clothes you’re wearing has been long forgotten and you move around the counter to stand in front of him. Seonghwa has the decency to look a little embarrassed at the volume of his voice. “Sorry. I just…it’s like you’re a part of our family already. I care for you just as much as I care for Jihee.”

Ah. He thinks of you like a child. Your suspicions were right. You turn slightly to face away from him, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. “I see. Well, I appreciate that. It’s nice to have a second family,” you chuckle, internally beating yourself up. How could you even entertain the thought of the two of you being together? “Let me change, and I’ll walk you out.”

As you return to your room, you finally let your heart sink as tears brim in your eyes. You hastily wipe them away as you rummage in the pile of clothes on your bed for something fairly appropriate to wear. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of Seonghwa, and then your crush is unfounded. You can’t seem to catch a break.

With a sigh, you pull on some shorts and a large shirt before heading back out. “Hey, (Y/N), could we talk first?” Seonghwa asks, still standing in between the kitchen and the living room as his eyes flit around nervously.

After some hesitation, you finally find your voice. “Sure? What’s up? You can sit on the couch if you want.”

Seonghwa takes a seat, hiking up his sweatpants and you move to the floor across the little coffee table. “Last night…you told me something.” Oh no. This is it. You bite your lower lip and look down, awaiting his next words. “Uh. So. You think you came onto me, right? Well. It was. Uh. It may have been me.”

You blink at him foolishly as your brain tries to wrap itself around your head. “You what?”

Seonghwa raises his hands and lowers his head ashamedly. “Let me explain, please. I saw you outside with that horrid excuse of a human and something in me snapped. I just wanted to protect you and I brought you home. But seeing you in that outfit? It just made me want you. And I told you. And you reciprocated. At least, you tried to.” He chuckles a little to himself, bringing up his hand to grip at his hair. “I told you we would talk in the morning. But one thing you said stuck with me. You wanted to be wanted. And all night I’ve been thinking about it. (Y/N), you were drunk. But you weren’t that drunk. Something you said had truth to it. Please. For my own sanity, tell me how you feel about me. Please.”

His voice cracks at the last syllable and something in your heart hurts at the sound. “Seonghwa I…I do care for you. More than I should. You’ve shown me unbendable compassion and you’ve never taken my words or myself for granted…or treated me like a child. Against my better judgment, I’ve fallen for you.” You sigh, tightening your fists. “I’ve been hating myself for the better part of six months because of it. You were so much better than me. In job, in maturity. What was I supposed to do? I went to the club to forget you, but it appears that didn’t work.”

Seonghwa stands quickly, shuffling over to kneel in front of you. “How could you think such a thing? Me better than you? Don’t make me laugh. I may be older than you, and yes, I have a better-paying job. But in the end, how could you compare? You’re amazing with Jihee. You’ve managed to teach her in ways I could hardly hope to imagine. And just because I have a higher wage doesn’t mean your job is less important. I wasn’t lying when I said it felt like you were already part of the family.”

“You told me you thought of me like Jihee,” you argue, and Seonghwa laughs, leaning forward to take your hands.

“I said I care for you as much as I care for Jihee. Not in the same way, (Y/N).” Seonghwa smiles kindly. “I know if this does happen we’ll need to put a lot of care into this, but if you’ll have me, I’d like to be with you.”

You’re not sure whether this is a dream or not, staring up at Seonghwa with wide eyes. You’d be a fool if you said no, but the worries in your head won’t seem to cease. Taking a deep breath, you push them aside and smile up at him. “I’ll have you, Seonghwa.”

As soon as the words fall out of your mouth you can see Seonghwa’s eyes crinkle as he smiles and leans in, his nose almost touching yours. “May I kiss you?” he murmurs in his deep voice, and instead of gracing him with a reply, you meet him in a soft kiss.

His large hands cup your face as he deepens the kiss, and his thumbs brush against your cheekbones. “You’re so pretty,” he hums, pressing a multitude of pecks to your lips. “Last night I was so conflicted. Seeing you like that made me almost go insane.”

An idea sparks in your brain, and a smile widens on your face. Your fingers crawl up his shoulders to rest your arms on them. “How insane?” you ask, and Seonghwa’s eyes darken.

“I’ll show you,” he grows before capturing your lips with his once again. This time his arms shift to wrap around your waist and he pulls you closer until you’re practically pressed against his body. You squeak at the sudden movement but it’s swallowed by the kiss.

He pulls you onto his lap and you can feel the growing hardness in his slacks. You wriggle your hips a little, grinding down, and the moan that Seonghwa lets out is heaven to your ears. “Fuck, (Y/N). You’re so pretty,” he repeats, burying his face in your neck and nipping at the sensitive skin.

You whine at the pain blooming into pleasure and your hands fist into his hair. Your precious sounds get to Seonghwa and he groans, moving your legs to wrap around his waist and he hoists you up and brings you over to the couch. “Your noises are so pretty, baby,” Seonghwa groans into your mouth. “Can’t wait to hear them when you’re wrapped around my cock.”

“Please–” is all you can muster out and your whines only serve to make Seonghwa’s cock harder in his pants.

With a groan, he pats your ass, motioning for you to move up. As soon as your hips lift, he grabs the waistband of your shorts and pulls them down to your knees, leaving your underwear and shirt on. In the same motion, he shoves his slacks and boxers down just far enough to let his cock spring free.

“Seonghwa–” you whine and something in Seonghwa’s stomach burns at the idea of you crying on his throbbing dick. He sits back, guiding you to sit right above his cock as he moves it to rub against your soaked underwear. Every time the angry-red tip of it brushes against your clit you let out breathy moans and it only serves to make Seonghwa impossibly harder.

“Fuck, I can’t wait any longer,” Seonghwa breathes, his free hand coming up to brush against your face. A smile blooms on your face as you bend to kiss him again.

“Then don’t.”

Something flips in Seonghwa’s brain and he lifts you, pushes your underwear to the side, and lets his cock press into you slowly. The both of you throw your head back and groan loudly at the feeling of him slowly filling you up. He’s not the biggest you’ve had but that doesn’t matter as the sting of the stretch is enough to make you drool. You can hardly speak as you whine nonsense into his ear and let your head drop to the crook of his neck.

“You fit around me so well,” Seonghwa praises, his head spinning at the feeling of finally fucking you the way he dreamed of. It was only yesterday he was fucking into his hand at the thought of you and here he is, only a few hours later, his painfully hard member inside of you. “Look at you, a mess for me. Bet you’ve never been with an older man before. Do I make you feel good, baby?”

You clench at his words. “Fuck, yes, the best I’ve had,” you babble, squirming at the already overwhelming feeling. “You’re so good to me.”

Seonghwa laughs delightedly at how gone you seem to be not five minutes in. “So precious, especially for me, (Y/N). Sitting on my dick so prettily.” He gives a little experimental thrust upwards and you gasp. The noises you make are so addictive, he can’t help but do it again. And again.

You’re panting, moaning as he fills you up so deliciously and your hands grip at his now-wrinkled dress shirt. His cool hands slide up your baggy shirt to shove up your bra and cup your boobs. The weight of them sitting in his hands makes him groan as he leans in to mouth at them through your shirt.

“Been dreaming about these tits since last night. Jerked off in the bathroom after seeing you, you know?” Your eyes widen at the admission and Seonghwa smirks at how embarrassed you look. “Wanted you so bad and you thought I wouldn’t like you in that way? You’re so cute, (Y/N).” He punctuates each word with one thrust after another.

The feeling of his dick pumping into you as well as Seonghwa’s teeth scraping against the soft flesh of your tits makes you so overwhelmed. It’s almost embarrassing how close you are already, and Seonghwa knows it, chucking up at you from between your chest. “Aw, baby, you’re so far gone. Am I that good?”

You cry out and sink your teeth into the junction of his shoulder and neck. You’re trying so hard to keep your noises down but Seonghwa isn’t having any of that. His hand finds its way to your hair, gently tugging on it until your head falls back, exposing the column of your neck.

As his warm breath ghosts over it, you stiffen, and when he moves up from your chest to lick a stripe up it and nip at your earlobe, you come with a groan. Your hips are shaking from the intensity of it but his thrusts don’t stop and soon you’re whining from the overstimulation.

And he still hasn’t come.

“Fuck, Seonghwa, it’s so much,” you groan, mouth hanging open. Seonghwa greedily swoops in to capture your lips once more, licking into your mouth as his thrusts become more and more erratic.

His dick twitches and he groans. “Where do you want me? I’m clean,” Seonghwa mumbles into your mouth.

You shift your hips a little. “I’m clean too and on the pill, so it’s on you. I don’t care, I just want you, Hwa.”

Your words spark something in Seonghwa and he thrusts upwards, once, and his cum starts filling you. It’s searingly hot, settling deep in your gut and you throw your head back and moan so goddamn loud. His throbbing cock is twitching like crazy and it’s still pumping cum into you. Seonghwa’s hand slides down your body to tweak at your nipples, thumb over your flesh, and finally come to rub little circles into your clit.

You gasp and it feels like you’re touching heaven from the extra stimulation. “Gonna fill you up so well,” Seonghwa groans. “Do you think Jihee would like a sibling?”

Your thoughts all blur together at his sentence and you come again with a groan. Your cunt squeezes around him so deliciously and a sob breaks its way out of your throat, one that Seonghwa eagerly swallows as he kisses you again.

His thrusts start to slow down and you slowly pull off his now-softening dick and settle back down on his lap. His hands push his leaking cum back into your pulsating pussy and you sigh at the feeling.

“Well, that was quite the escalation,” Seonghwa laughs quietly as he pulls both your and his pants back up and wraps his arms around you in a tight embrace. His hand pats your butt and you squirm and slap his chest softly.

“You’re lucky I’m on the pill.” You roll your eyes good-naturedly and Seonghwa hums, capturing your lips in his yet again. He can’t get enough of your plush lips and you’re not complaining at all.

“I’m lucky to have you, period,” he sighs happily. “Thank you for giving me a chance.”

You smile and sit up, ignoring the whines that come out of Seonghwa’s mouth at the lack of contact. “Well, I couldn’t let you be a lonely old man,” you tease and Seonghwa smacks your ass again.

“Can old man do what I just did?” You’re suddenly lying on your back with Seonghwa hovering over you, a crooked smile growing on his face. “Or do you need another demonstration?”

You smile and throw your arms around his shoulders and pull him closer. “I don’t know, sir, maybe you should show me once more.”

With a nip to your lips, Seonghwa leans in and your eyes crinkle at the promise of what’s to come.

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i'd give you the whole world if i only knew its price | ls18

am i a lance's girlie? no. am i becoming a lance's girlie? dont look at me

he seems so sweet idk why people hate on him

summary: lance's love language is giving gifts and when it came to giving something in return he'll accept only one way

warnings: none

pairing: fem!bffreader x lance stroll

The little girl sat on the curb, tears streaming down her rosy, tear-stained cheeks. In her tiny hands, she held her shattered helmet, unfit for further use. The girl wasn't crying because her father had scolded her for accidentally damaging the helmet. Instead, it was because, until she could find a replacement, she wouldn't be able to race with the other kids. That is, if there were any funds available for a new one.

Seeing the seven-year-old in tears, a slightly older boy, aware of the reason behind her distress, approached her with his newly purchased helmet in hand, crouching down in front of her.

"Here, you can have mine."

The girl stopped sobbing as he sat beside her, handing her the helmet, which she hesitantly accepted.

"I can't take it, my dad doesn't have any money left."

"You can take it, I always have two helmets with me."

The boy smiled at her, but uncertainty still lingered on her face. He glanced toward his father, who stood under one of the tents, observing the children a few meters away. Seeing the tearful face of the girl and the joyful expression on his son's face, he also smiled slightly and nodded.

"See?" he said, squeezing her hands that held the helmet. "My dad agreed. You can take it as a gift."

"Really?"

While her face was still wet from tears, her eyes no longer radiated sadness. Looking into the brown eyes of the boy, he nodded and he stood up, extending his hand.

"By the way, I'm Lance. Now, come on, it's about to start!"

"Please, Y/N, don't be like that."

The boy slumped onto the hotel bed, closely watching the girl's face on his phone screen.

"I'm sorry, Lance, but I can't."

She replied, her phone propped up against a coffee mug, engrossed in browsing job listings on her laptop.

"Why can't you just take it as a gift?"

Y/N scoffed and shook her head.

"Every month you give me some gift, Lance. Last month, as a 'gift,' you bought me a Birkin bag, and I don't even want to know how much it cost."

"You said your bag was falling apart, I wanted to make you happy."

She sighed and shifted her gaze to her phone. Lance looked at her attentively with his puppy eyes, visibly concerned. He wasn't seeing any problem here.

"The bag is gorgeous, and you have no idea how much joy you brought me," she said with grattitude in her voice. "But even a simple Target bag would make me happy, you know?"

"Yeah, probably. But this one is okay too, right?"

She laughed and shook her head.

"It's beautiful. Thank you very much."

Hearing her words, Lance breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing her smile, he did the same.

"So, if you want to repay me, let me fly you to Bahrain."

She lowered her gaze, and the smile faded from her face. Barely scraping by on bills and struggling to find a new job, spending her remaining money on plane tickets was the last thing on her mind. Even if, it could cover just one ticket.

"I can't afford to visit you, Lance."

"That's why let me take care of it. We haven't seen each other for so long, and I want to finally see you and start this season together," he said, looking at her worried face. Money meant nothing to him; he could send a private jet to pick her up, just to have her with him. "Please, Y/N."

She sighed and shook her head.

"I feel so embarrassed. I'll never be able to repay you for all of this."

"So, is it a yes? Can I book the tickets?"

He asked, hope in his voice, and a smile slowly crept back onto his face.

"Fine, but no more gifts this month, okay?"

"I'll try to meet that condition."

Lance and Y/N had been friends since the day he noticed her crying next to the carting track, holding her damaged helmet. They remained friends through all the years of go-karting, and their friendship persisted even when Y/N had to give up racing due to financial reasons.

At first, though she shudders at the thought even now, she hated Lance with every fiber of her being. It wasn't him she despised, but the obscene amounts of money his father had, providing him with everything he could dream of. Y/N was aware that Lance had both many fans and critics, so every time she came across unfavorable comments about him online, she felt embarrassed. After all, she used to cry and curse him every night, even though deep down, she didn't hate him; she just disliked the situation he was in, which she was not allowed to have.

Lance himself knew that without money, he would never have entered the serious world of motorsport. Numerous training sessions, expensive lessons, academy tests – Lance knew that money secured his current position, but talent couldn't be bought. He knew he could drive, and even the people who hated him online knew it too, disliking him simply because he succeeded. Being in Formula 1 cost the Canadian a lot, as he constantly felt like he didn't belong there. Even in the paddock, despite rarely facing personal comments, he knew many saw him as the boy with his daddy's big money. Lance often felt lonely, so he deeply appreciated every moment he could spend with Y/N. No one was as important to him as she was.

However, Y/N focused on being an ordinary teenager after giving up her motorsport career. She finished high school, got into college, even found a job and rented an apartment. Although her life didn't unfold exactly as she wanted, she stayed connected to motorsport through Lance, whom she supported as much as she could. Now things were getting complicated again as the season was about to begin, meaning she could only cheer for him from her couch. But for Lance, there were no such limitations. If he could solve a problem with money, he would. Furthermore, Lance found immense joy in showering Y/N with various gifts. Giving her presents was his love language, something that Y/N had no clue about.

"There she is."

Lance smiled at the sight of his friend, who stepped out of the taxi in front of one of the Bahrain hotels. She returned the smile, hugging him.

"I was talking about the bag, but it's nice to see you too," he teased, pointing to the Birkin she was holding, prompting her to playfully nudge him. Lance chuckled and embraced her, taking her suitcase and leading her inside the hotel.

"I hope the flight was okay and you're full of energy because we're going to a team dinner tonight."

"So, basically your dad is inviting us to dinner?"

She asked jokingly, looking at him as they entered the elevator.

"Technically, yes, my dad is inviting us to dinner."

Y/N laughed, "Well, Lawrence Stroll can't be refused."

Shortly afterward, they were on the right floor where both of them had their rooms. Lance handed her the key card and when she entered her room, she noticed a bouquet of roses and a small package on the bed.

"Lance..."

Turning around, she saw him biting his lip, trying to hide his smile.

"Yes, yes, I know, we had a deal. But these roses were practically free and the little gift next to it is, let's say, a shared one."

He explained, putting aside her suitcase. She also placed her bag down and approached the bed, picking up the bouquet of white roses. She smelled one and smiled, feeling their pleasant fragrance. Lance smiled too.

"You're impossible, you know that?"

"Open the gift."

He encouraged her, leaning against the wall.

She smelled the flowers once more and put them aside, taking the small package wrapped in black ribbon. As she untied it and unwrapped the light-colored paper, she discovered the familiar shade of green. It was a long, satin dress with thin straps, in the characteristic color of Aston Martin. She smiled to herself.

"I guess this is for tonight's dinner?"

Lance nodded, "Do you like it?"

"It's beautiful," she ran her fingers over the fabric, "I hope you have a shirt in the same color."

He chuckled.

"Don't worry, I won't disappoint you."

Indeed, at the agreed-upon time, Lance showed up at her door, wearing a shirt in the same color, black jeans, and matching shoes. He smiled at the sight of his friend, who opened the door ready to go.

"You look gorgeous. The color suits you."

Y/N laughed and closed the door behind her.

"That's good because otherwise, I would have to wear the white dress I brought with me, and someone might think I'm supporting Haas."

Lance laughed at her words, pleased to spend these few days with his friend. Honestly, he only stopped feeling lonely when she was around or when they had the chance to talk on FaceTime. Of course, it wasn't the same as having her physically by his side.

The evening passed in a pleasant atmosphere and time flowed effortlessly. Lawrence invited everyone who had arrived with Aston Martin to Bahrain, so instead of reserving a specific number of tables, Lance's father rented the entire restaurant for the evening.

Celebrating the team's excellent work during the winter months, the tables were adorned with champagne and white wine. Y/N had forgotten how weak her head could be, so after two glasses of wine during dinner, a slight buzz started to occupy her mind. Apologizing to Lance under the pretext of going to the bathroom, she stepped outside, sitting on the balcony. Despite being February, Bahrain offered pleasant temperatures, and even after the dark, a warm breeze caressed her exposed arms.

"Here you are."

The girl jumped, hearing his voice.

"You weren't around for half an hour, and I had the waitress check if something happened to you in the bathroom."

"I needed some fresh air."

Y/N replied, smiling at him. She noticed Lance's steps were a bit unsteady and a blush adorned his cheeks. When he sat next to her, she giggled.

"I can't believe we got tipsy."

Lance chuckled and rubbed his face with his hands.

"I won't lie, I'm feeling a bit dizzy."

Still giggling, the girl rested her head on his shoulder. Lance wrapped his arm around her waist and rested his cheek on her head.

"I'm glad you came."

"I'm glad you invited me."

"I'd give you the whole world if I only knew its price."

Hearing his words, Y/N raised her head and looked at his face. His brown, gentle eyes gazed at her affectionately and a faint smile played on the corners of his lips. Lance tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, gently caressing her cheek with his thumb.

"I hate that I can't give you anything in return."

Lance smiled, "Actually, there's something you could give me in return."

The girl raised her eyebrows inquisitively.

"You could be my girlfriend."

Y/N blinked several times, unsure if her slightly intoxicated mind was playing tricks on her or if she understood Lance correctly.

"Do you want me to be your girlfriend?"

"Oh, God, you have no idea how much."

The girl smiled and, without saying a word, cupped his cheeks in her hands and kissed him. Lance hugged her even tighter, returning the kiss, feeling a burst of fireworks in his stomach. He could bring her joy with money, and she could do it in just one way.

"I love you, Lance."

With love.

#f1 imagines #f1 #f1 one shot #formula 1 #f1 oneshots #f1 imagine #ls18 #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll x you #lance stroll #aston martin #aston martin f1

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zeldasnotes · 1 year

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PLUTO NOTES

MOON NOTES VENUS NOTES MARS NOTES NEPTUNE NOTES

Plutonians and 8th housers can have a hard time with people being behind them. Also in the classroom, the bus or wherever they are they want to be in the back. They need their face facing the door so that they can see who walks in.

People with Pluto/Moon see stuff that other people just dont get to see. This is both good and bad. They get to experience intense and wonderful sexual relationships with others because they merge with others on a completely different level but they also recieve intense hatred from others too.

Dont ever mess with a Sun Square Pluto persons image or disrespect them infront of others, just dont.

Ive never met a person with Sun or Mercury Square Pluto who wasnt extremely strategic and calculating. They know when its time to leave the party.

If you have Venus/Pluto or Venus 8th house dont ever share to others who you are in love with. Just dont.

If you have Venus/Pluto or Venus 8th house and you notice people being completely taken by you, complimenting you bla bla for your beauty dont get all friendly and start trusting these people. Just wait and you will see that admiration turn to bitterness. A friend in my old class in High School got Venus Square Pluto and we had to watch another girl in our class try to BECOME her. Like she would buy the same clothes as her, talk like her, freaking SIT like her, cut her hair like her. We laughed at this bc the copycat was a nice and funny girl in general but it was creepy.

Most people with harsh Pluto aspects went through a time in their life where they shut down their feelings completely and became cold. These peoples minds can take them to dark places when they have been through trauma. Their first response to trauma might be to get cold. And this can make them very problematic until they heal. But when they heal they are the kindest, because they know pain.

When I hear the quote ”I didnt want to be strong I wanted to be happy.” I think of Pluto dominant people. Yes plutonians are strong but they were forced to, there was no other choice. Telling Plutonians ”But it made you stronger in the end” does not help because being strong was not their goal.

Ive seen Ceres(1) Square Pluto in a lot of charts of people who are obsessed with fitness and nutrition. Like people who weight their food, only eat a specific amount of calories etc.

Pluto/Moon people go through periods of extreme emotional turmoil. Especially the Square and Conjunction.

People with Sun or Moon Square Pluto always get what they want but they also get what they fear. Their feelings and thoughts are so strong. These people have experienced their worst fears happen to them. The kind of people to think for themselves ”I wouldnt be able to handle losing my bestfriend” and the next day their bestie leaves them for no reason. Its almost like there is some kind of test from life like ”Hmmm lets see how much this person can take😈”

Pluto conjunct a planet can in some cases make you suppress that placement or be afraid of that energy. I know a lot of people with Pluto Square Mars whos seriously afraid of conflict. Some people respond to trauma by becoming passive instead of being angered by it.

Pluto conjunct Ascendant in the Solar Return Chart makes you come across as more dominant and powerful. You wont think before you act because you are not as afraid this year.

Mars conjunct Pluto people are much more goal oriented than they even realize themselves. Constantly pushing themselves to become better and better. The kind of person to have the whole package like good job, fit, the best hair stylist, the latest clothes, the latest everything etc. Being the best is something they just do because they dont know anything else. They need structure and perfection. Nobody better look down on them. And Mars conjunct Pluto makes them driven enough to become ”perfect”. Others stare in awe because they could never have that drive. Others might be like ”You doing too much”. They dont realize this is what Mars/Pluto likes and needs.

Pluto in the 10th house makes someone have A LOT of haters and secret admirers. These people are constantly under intense scrutiny. Every word they say is made to be something bad or manipulative. The kind of person to say ”Oh what a beautiful dress!” And people will think they are being sarcastic when they are not. They got Regina George energy no matter how nice they are inside.

Pluto in the 3rd house really know what to say to make you hate yourself. If afflicted they can have a horrible mouth.

People with Mercury conjunct Pluto read into everything. Constantly finding flaws. Might see the worst in you because they project their own fears and insecurities onto others. The kind of person to hate people who snitch and gossip because they do it themselves.

People with a Plutonian Moon will recognize eachother at first sight.

Pluto conjunct Lust(4386) can make someone VERY sexual.

Pluto/Moon can mean your mom went to prison and Pluto/Sun can mean your dad went to prison.

With strong Pluto energy always remember this quote: ”Be nice to the people you meet on your way up, because you will need them on your way down.” Life can go from heaven to hell in a night for these people.

If you got Mercury Square Pluto please shut that cakehole when angry bc that mouth freaky as hell.

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#astro notes #astrology #astro observations #astronotes #birth chart readings #venus square pluto #pluto 10th house #pluto conjunct ascendant

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luna0713hunter · 4 months

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Choso was never interested in dating.

Ever since he was young,and with their parents' sudden death,his only goal in life was to take care of his younger brother,Yuji.

Yuji was a handful since the very day he was born,and with how sick their grandpa was,Choso didnt have anyone to trust Yuji with. So he ditched his friends after school, skipped classes as much as possible and declined anybody's help because;who could he trust his only family left (beside his grandpa) with?

But when Yuji started highschool,and wasnt so alone anymore with that Megumi and Nobara girl;he insisted that Choso finally continue with his study on where he had left.

Choso reluctantly,started college again.

It was the same as highschool;he wouldnt hang out with anybody,just going back home straight from lectures or part time jobs. He rathered spend his time taking care of Yuji or cleaning their home when he could instead of meaningless things like going out for drinks,or dating,or simply talking with anyone.

And he really,was ok with all this.

Until,well,you decided to sit beside him on one of the most boring lectures he's ever had in his life.

Choso doesnt acknowledge you at first;simply staring at a photo Yuji had just sent him while hanging out with his friends after school. A small smile tugs at the corner of his lips and he lets out a heavy sigh; Yuji had grown so much so fast. He was proud.

"This is such a fucking boring lecture."

Your annoyed whisper snaps him out of his daze,and he casts a side glance to you. You send a smile his way and shake you head.

"I would literally kill to leave right now."

Choso takes good look at you;from how you've styled your hair to your shimmering eyes shining brightly. You rose-colored lips look soft,and-

Choso clears his throat.

You're pretty.

"Same." An awkward pause,then "do you want to ditch the lecture?"

When you give him a surprised look,he clears his throat again.

"For coffee."

And the smile he receives in return is almost blinding.

So as soon as the professor turns his back to you, you're both making a run for it. The small excitement of ditching class has you giggling and Choso relishes the sound.

"I'm y/n,by the way."

"Choso."

You give him a knowing smile and wink.

"I know." When he gives you a confused look,you laugh and together you start to walk toward the cafe near the campus. "I've known you since you started this class. We were in the same lectures for some time,but you never seemed like you cared about any of them. Always on your phone, rarely smiling,and the few times I've heard you talk,it was always about this 'Yuji' dude." You nudge his side with your elbow,but for some reason,he feels like your smile has deemed slightly.

"You're boyfriend?"

Choso makes a disgusted face and groans.

"He's my younger brother. I've took care of him ever since he was small. Naturally, he's all i talk about since i spend all my time with him."

And at the metion of 'brother',your face breaks out in the brightest smile.

"Oh gosh thats so cute!how old is he?whats he like?!"

And for once,Choso feels relaxed talking about Yuji. He doesnt receive bored looks from;only pure excitement and laughter as he tells you some funny stories about Yuji's childhood while you both sat down at the cafe.

And before you know it,three hours have passed and neither of you show any sign of leaving.

When you finish the small chocolate cake that Choso has bought you,you sigh and rest your head on your arms across the table.

"I dont wanna leave! you're fun to talk to!"

Choso stares;the corner of his mouth twitching upwards.

"We can continue tomorrow. Over lunch."

At the mention of seeing together again,you perk up so fast that has Choso letting out a small chuckle.

"Really?like a date?"

And when Choso returns home that evening with a small grin on his lips,Yuji drops the laundry basket he's holding.

"What's with that face?!why are you smiling?"

Choso hangs his jacket and moves to kitchen to start dinner.

"Yuji,i wont be home for lunch tomorrow. Will you be ok?"

"Why?you got a date or something?"

Choso smiles and starts cooking.

"Yeah. Something like that."

#choso kamo #choso x reader #jjk choso #jujutsu kaisen choso #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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kaeyx · 7 months

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In any monster au chuuya would 1000% be a vampire. Blood in wine glasses, dark moody reds and black, hates bright lights, lives in extravagance with a night time job. Hes the refined, elegant type that has successfully integrated into human society but misses being an old romantic. Chuuya closely monitors the modern era, absorbing all kinds of information from technology to ethics. Initially it was to better blend in but now he has an appreciation for human tenacity and ingenuity. When he falls in love he falls hard, he cannot bare to part from you but he cant stand turning you into a cold monster such as himse-"but if im a vampire we can fuck forever" .....you make a good point and he will think on it. In all seriousness though he is a gentleman who considers your happiness and wellbeing above everything. If you come to the conclusion that you want to remain human he is absolutely going to dedicate an entire mausoleum and garden to you inside his castle- he leaves the city behind to stay with your corpse until he also returns to dust. Its the hardcore romanticism in him. For as long as your alive though, dont expect him to ever leave you alone

Dazai is harder for me to pin down but i feel like he would be genuinely unsettling/inhuman. Thinking drider/jorogumo, kelpie, jinkininki. I think kitsune also fits very well for the trickster aspects but the monster side needs to be beefed up for me to appreciate. Regardless he is found in the dark, dangerous, and empty corners of cities. On the surface he is completely adjusted to life as a human, especially when he is able to present in human form. But at his core he is still a monster who doesnt expend empathy or kindness to humans. His tricks, his traps, his appetite for human flesh are still alive and well. Thankfully at some point someone instilled in him the idea of morals so dazai's diet consists of human scum. He isnt romantic like chuuya but is devoted and tender. Unfortunately a true monster fell in love with you and he will find a way to make you immortal. There are plenty of talented witches and taoists that owe him favors. Theres no existence without you, he will bind his soul to yours so he never has to be alone again

Suffice to say both monsters are yandere and the sex is intense

LMAOOO CHUUYA WOULD BE SO TAKEN ABACK POOR THING

But yes that's me you're telling me I get to sleep during the day and wander around in low cut shirts with puffy sleeves?? Forever??? And also this hot man will bite me??? Sign me UP I'll work graveyard shift somewhere

Ugh it suits him so well tho,,,, big cold corridors, nice clothes, fancy wine glasses, yearning from a distance, love letters sealed with wax, lots and lots of blood,,,,,, ehehehe I need him

And YEAH KITSUNE DAZAI LIKE THAT ONE MAYOI CARD

This bastard definitely embraces the more unsettling, inhuman aspects of himself. Being a little too tall, limbs a little too long, teeth a little too sharp even if he's mimicking a human. You look into his eyes too long and get a little dizzy, like looking over the edge of a cliff. Weird shit is always happening around him, though it's unclear whether that's because of his magic or because he's just Like That™.

And my god the sex. Absolutely insane sex on both sides. Chuuya has endless stamina and would want nothing more than to turn you while he's fucking you, drinking your blood until you're lightheaded and can barely move, letting him go as many rounds as he likes. Dazai digging his sharp teeth and claws into you, fucking you in weird places like alleyways or in the middle of the forest, chasing you through the city before pinning you to the ground and fucking your brains out. Plus he has a knot

#chuuya.bsd #dazai.bsd #chuuya x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya smut #dazai smut #vamp!chuuya #kitsune!dazai

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xxshadowbabexx · 2 months

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Hii how are you?

I wanted to ask for a fic that has Price and a controversially young girlfriend (she's legal but barely/recently lol). You can do whatever you want with the plot, dynamic etc but please dont let it be angst, i cant let my bubble burts about this man😅 thank youu

Confident and Self-Assured

Warnings: age gap, insecurity, fluff

You were used to the weird looks you got when with your boyfriend. A man of his age with a barely twenty year old woman was definitely a sight to behold, and you understood that. But that doesn’t mean you minded any less.

You didn’t mind that he was significantly older than you, in fact you liked it, yet you couldn’t help but feel insecure. You often found yourself wondering if you were enough for him, not understanding why he would want you when he could easily get someone more experienced.

Not to be mistaken, your sex life was wonderful, but was it for him? You couldn’t help but wonder.

John was currently in his office, finishing paperwork from his last mission, and you were sitting on the couch. You had spent the night at his place, since he got home from deployment only last night. You didn’t want to be a bother, but the more you let your mind wander the more insecure you felt. You needed his reassurance, that he wanted you as you were, but what if he didn’t? What if he got annoyed at how needy you were, and how you always interrupted his work?

You sighed as you pushed yourself off of the couch and made way to his office, heart beating a smidge quicker in anticipation.

“John?” you asked as you pushed the door open, seeing his slumped frame bent over his desk.

“Yeah, love?” he turned to face you, and you could see the lack of sleep under his eyes.

You weren’t sure why, but you suddenly felt so guilty, and you could feel yourself breaking under his gaze. John seemed to notice how your insides crumpled, and he made his way to you, cupping your face in the palms of his hand and kissing away the tears that began to fall.

“What’s wrong, doll? Talk to me,”

You sniffled, “It’s- I’m fine John, sorry,” you weren’t sure why you were apologizing. Maybe for disrupting him, maybe for crying. Maybe for not being what he deserved.

He frowned before scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to his desk, he shoved off all of the papers before settling you on top of it, and sliding back into his chair.

His hand caressed your calf as he looked up at you with a frown on his face.

“Take a deep breath for me, doll. It’s okay. I’m here when you’re ready,” he spoke, eyes never once leaving yours. You inhaled deeply, matching his breath before exhaling, repeating the motion several times before you felt your heart rate return to normal.

“Sometimes I wonder if…” you paused, unsure of how to phrase it, “if I’m right for you,” You could see a mix of emotions wash through Johns face. Shock, confusion, and then hurt.

“What do you mean?” He asked, trying to mask his emotions as he so often did on the job, but he always failed to around you.

“You’re so… You’ve lived life, you know? You’re confident, and sure of yourself, stable and responsible. Mature, respectable and-“

“Get to the point, darling,” John interrupted, a saddened smile ghosting his lips.

“Right. You’re just so you, and I’m just… me,”

You heard John groan as he leaned down to kiss your wrist. “Wanna repeat what you said about me?” he asks, voice low.

Now it’s your turn to frown. Dod you say something wrong, or offend him somehow? You wonder, but speak nonetheless. “I said you were- are confident, and sure of yourself and-“

“That’s it, darling,”

You pause, “That’s what?”

“You said I’m confident and self assured-“ you were about to interrupt, still confused when he silenced you “-hush love, let me finish. Being confident and self assured means I know what I want, yes?” he asks, and continues speaking once you nod, “So then, if that’s true, that would mean that I know, without a doubt, that I mean it when I say I want you, yes?”

You freeze, words caught in your throat. “John…”

“Yes, love?”

Your lip wobbles, and you lean down to wrap your arms around his neck, “thank you,”

He smiles, rubbing your back, “anything for you”

#john price #captain john price #captain price #captain price x reader #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader

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sk3tch404 · 11 months

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Yandere Silco HCs

CW: Intimidation, kidnapping, manipulation, guilt tripping, gaslighting, and whatnot. Somewhat proof read :P

A/n: Soft yandere Silco?? He's desperate for human connection. Not much to say. Silco brain damage XD

Possessive, dominate, and manipulative

The smoothest manipulator you will ever encounter. He is brutal- Cruel with his ways of keeping you around his thin fingers. Just before you break, Silco knows exactly how to let you down easy with his iron grip.

"Aw, don't cry dear. You know I only do what is best for you. If you really think this is so bad, then go ahead and venture out into the lanes. Taint yourself in the thick air, polluted waters, the violence of whom i cannot control. I do think you rather not return to those conditions, no?"

Silco falls for you when you show your strengths and weaknesses. There's no facade or display when it comes to the thought of you. It's simply just the feeling your omit from your presence that softens his cold heart.

Would not dare to court you directly. Especially if you're from Zuan. He would show you his affections through messing with the stresses of your life. Money running thin? Oh why don't you look at that? An "old friend" sent you some cash. Job sucks? A business scout invites you to work at a larger company while you're doing errands.

If you're from Piltover, then he will try his best to fuck your life over. You seem to be pretty well off, so there isn't much fixing to do from afar. You will be stalked by his best, followed late at night, subtly threatened by a few strangers on the street, the ones close to you will leave and not say why, and so much more. Though, they will never be enough for you to take real legal action. Silco will chip away at you bit by bit, so when he finally has his grasp on you, it will be more of him "saving you" rather than kidnapping you.

Sometimes he visits your home and rummages through your stuff personally. Looks through photo albums, digital devices, inventory of food and whatnot, and clothing articles. His favorite thing to do is to lay in your bed- hug your messy blankets and lay in your scent. It's a drastic difference from his smoking habits. Cigars are so expensive, but intruding your home and melting in your presence is free.

Breaths in and out like he's on a machine. Like if he DOES NOT repeat the cycle of oxygen and carbon dioxide, he will fucking perish. Silco has been so deattached from love and physical touch, that this is his best replacement.

Would never admit doing this. He makes sure Sevika is guarding the front door at all times. One, to make sure you dont come home unexpectedly, and two, so that she doesn't know more than she needs to.

Bonus points if you can sway Jinx. Whether it be you talked her down during one of her fantastical massacres, or you happen to simply run into the time bomb of a girl- If she likes you, you're officially on his roster forever. No take backs.

When he takes you, it's slow and thorough. Most likely when you're peacefully asleep and somewhat unaware- a syringe is injected and you're relocated.

Silco keeps you in a select few locations in Zaun. Despite his access to luxury, he wants to remind you of what situation you're in. He will take care of you, but he will not coddle you.

Silco is an older man, so puppy love isn't much of a thing for him. By the way he creeps around your shit, you'd think he gets flustered just by the mention of your name, but no. He screams on the inside but is easily composed on the outside. Years of the undercity does that to a person you know?

But when he's angry? Oh when he's upset, he's goes off the rails. Usually, the origin of Silco's rages can be traced back to either your disrespect, or his thinning patience. He gets a bit physical and guilt trips the hell out of you. Grabs your face and pushes you down; Making you focus on how badly you fucked up.

"Do you think I enjoy you screaming at me? Through all those difficult times, I've been the one to have your back. From rent to keeping those who wanted nothing but to take advantage of you away- I've only cared for you. If it were up to them, they would've sold you out for just a vile of Shimmer! But me? No, no I would never would give you up for anything. Because I love you. I adore you Y/n. I do this not for my own gain, but because you deserve to be happy. Don't be fooled love..."

He would rather keep you away from his work. He wants to fall into your arms after a long day in the office and or running around trying to find Jinx. Silco doesn't need you to question his authority as future ruler of Zaun. He already deals with that from ungrateful underlings. He doesn't need that from you either.

Definition of touchy. Has a bad habit of invading your personal space out of nowhere and demanding your time of day. His favorite act of affection is holding and taking you in as you two stand. It's mighty awkward, but Silco thinks it's nice. Cuddling makes him feel too vulnerable and kind of childish, so this gives him somewhat of a limit.

Kiss him on the disfigured side of his face and he'll get sentimental. He won't cry much- maybe let a tear run down when you're not looking. He cherishes you so much despite his actions sometimes saying otherwise.

Silco doesn't feel ugly or extremely insecure because of the disfigurement. Rather he feels changed because of it. As he said, "I let a weak man die that day." Through years of living under the grime and corruption of Zaun, he's come to accept things as they are.

He does not give two shits what you do. As long as you don't die, run away, or mess with his plans, go at it. Obviously there is a limit to things, (Such as no explosives or Jinx-like foolery) but everything you used to do in your normal life is available. Other than being an independent person that is.

Silco doesn't stress too much if you run away. As long as you're in Zaun or Piltover, you will never really leave his grasp.

Being on the run in Zaun is some shoulder deep shit. He has eyes everywhere, so getting an update of your recapture isn't much but of an hour behind schedule.

If you somehow get to Piltover, he'll push everything and everyone out of the way to recapture you. Marcus better hope you're taken back soon. If not, Silco will have near impossible demands for him to carry out. Fuck the council, and fuck the citizens of Piltover. Silco cannot rest until you're dragged back down into the murky waters of Zaun and be drowned for your crimes against his heart.

But if you really aren't giving into things over a certain period of time, Silco will be forced to dispose of you. It's not you, it's him. He would crawl to the ends of the Earth for you, but the combination of his feelings and your blatant displeasure is just too much. He cannot falter- He will not wither because of something he foolishly called "love". So when he decides to get rid of you, he will come and do it personally. Cut off a weak part of him just as he did before.

#yandere #yandere arcane #male yandere #silco #yandere silco #x reader #silco x reader #arcane #arcane x reader #soft yandere #??#yandere silco x reader #yandere x reader

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jeankirsteinsgirl · 9 months

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Bad Day ~ Jean Kirstein

NSFW

Summary: You had a bad day and Jean wants to make it up to you

CW: overstimulation, missionary, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (fem receiving), face sitting, fingering, squirting, nicknames (princess, babe, baby, good girl), finger sucking, massage

Dating Jean for the past two years was like a fairy tale, I mean he was the sweetest most thoughtful boyfriend anyone could possibly have. Despite his tough manly exterior he was such a sweetheart deep down, a part of himself he only showed to you. Jean considered himself to be a feminist but he was also very old fashioned in the way of chivalry. You wanted to open your own door? Don’t be silly. You thought you were gonna pay for your own food? That’s funny. Jean wanted more than anything to take care of his baby, he was a provider to his core.

You have had a lot of bad days recently due to excess stress from your job but today was particularly bad. When you were in a bad mood you didn’t usually want to talk about it and it was best to just let you decompress on your own. After returning home from your horrific day at work the stress and exhaustion shown on your face, you just look like you’d been worn down, and Jean being the amazing thoughtful boyfriend he is took notice of that immediately.

You walked up to your third floor apartment and fumbled with your keys for a solid 30 seconds before unlocking the door, “Of course” you thought “Just another inconvenience to add to my already shitty day!”. The rain pouned on the roof above you and the thunder outside sounded like your upstairs neighbor had loudly decided to rearrange their entire apartment, a perfect gloomy evening to match your perfectly gloomy mood.

As you made it in to your and Jean’s shared apartment after what felt like forever you immediately took of your shoes and plopped down like a blob melting into the couch. Jean, having heard your arrival from he bedroom came to the living room to excitedly greet you when he was greeted by your black cloud of an aura, he didn’t even need to talk to you to know you had a bad day. “Everything all right baby?” Jean asked concerned, as he cocked an eyebrow and put one strong hand on your shoulder, rubbing figures eights into it. “I had a rough day Jean… I’d rather not talk about it.” you sigh, leaning into Jean’s strong chest on the couch, immediately feeling relieved by the smell of his cologne. “That’s okay honey, I’m gonna make it up to you, don’t want my pretty baby to have a bad evening too.” He speaks softly, pressing a small kiss to your forehead before standing up off the couch and walking to the kitchen “ It’s rainin’ pretty hard outside baby, but we can have a romantic night in if you’d be down.” He suggests, smiling to himself as he sees sadness on your face get replaced by intrigued excitement “Really? I mean you dont have to do anything for me I’ll be okay it was just a long day-”. “No no no, I’m gonna take care of my girl all you have to do is sit there and let me.” He smirks as he opens he fridge “Gotta be pretty hungry huh? How ‘bout I make you some pasta and you just relax and watch me” “Jean” you giggle “I can help, it’s not like I got injured or something.” you say, amused at Jean’s desire to take care of you. “Mm no ma’am” He takes your hand and leads you to the island of your kitchen and plops you down on the barstool directly across the stove “you are gonna sit right here while I take care of you.”

You blush to yourself at Jeans thoughtfulness, hair a little damp from walking in the rain and work clothes still on. “While I appreciate the offer, I’m soaked Jean I really should shower” “I got it baby” he cuts you off “be right back” he marches off from the kitchen, the water waiting to boil on the stove, and he comes back with a proud smile across his face “your bath is waiting for you honey.” He plucks a small kiss to your forehead before leading you to the bathroom where he prepared a delicious smelling lavender bubble bath for you “for you” he says, smile beaming across his face. “Jean you shouldnt have-” you start to protest and are immediately interuppted as he helps you down into the warm water “Oh but I wanted to baby” He smirks before returning to the kitchen. You let the warm water envelope your cold body, surrounded by the tall bubbles, thinking about how sweet it was that Jean was doing all of this for you.

After what felt like hours but was really only about 15 minutes Jean came back to get you to tell you dinner was almost ready and you should be getting out soon. As you rise from the bathtub and let the water drain you notice a soft plush bathrobe and matching slippers placed on the counter waiting for you, another one of Jean’s little presents he loves leaving you. You smile to yourself before changing and making your way to the kitchen, following the delicious sent of the chicken cooking for your pasta. “Ah there you are babe” Jean walks over to escort you back to your seat before returning to the stove. “Shouldn’t be too much longer now, ‘bout 5 minutes maybe” he says wiping the sweat from the steam off his forehead with his forearm. You watch as he sautes the chicken before expertly throwing in the cooked pasta noodles, its so hot watching him cook, especially when its only for you. He plates your pasta and walks it over to the dining table that he (like the loser he is) decorated with candles, he pulls out your seat for you and places your food in front of you before sitting down himself.

“Hope you like it baby, ‘ts my moms recipe” he says watching you expectantly as you take the first bite “Oh my god Jean this is amazing” you say in amazement, he was pretty good at cooking usually but something about this time just seemed different. You and Jean finish your meal in the candle light before he does the dishes and instructs you to sit on the couch, he doesn’t want you to have to do any of the work tonight. You sit on the couch next to your dog wrapped in your warm robe waiting for Jean to join you and he finally does plopping down on the couch with a loud thud due to his size, you giggle before scooting close to him and leaning your head into his muscular chest. He smells like whiskey, chicken alfredo, and vanilla, an odd but endearing combination. He puts on your favorite movie before saying “I wanna take care of you tonight” “You already have baby” you reply, amused at his motivation to make sure you have an amazing night. “Wanna take care of you in a different way” he sighs and you blush at his comment but you continue watching the movie as if you didn’t hear him at all. “Let me give you a massage to ease some of that stress hm?” he asks and you softly nod knowing exactly where this is leading and certainly not wanting to stop it.

Jean pulls your bathrobe down to expose your tense back before squirting some lotion over his hands to ease the friction as he rubs it. You shiver when he first touches you, his strong thick fingers working their way over every inch of your soft back “Feel good?” he whispers trying not to disturb your movie, but little does he know you were already very distracted “really good” you almost moan out on accident, turning a little red from embarassment as you hear Jean chuckle from behind you. “Yeah?” he asks teasingly before pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. You slowly lean your back into his chest, giving him exactly what he wants, he slowly snakes his rough hands from your back to your chest, softly brushing them over your hardening nipples. “Jean-” a soft whimper leaves your mouth “Shhh its okay baby just let me take care of you” he remarks before flipping you so you were now the one laying back against the couch. He leaves sloppy wet kisses down your neck to your collar bones, lower and lower until he reaches your chest, he slowly takes one of your nipples into his mouth sucking on it before lightly twisting it between his teeth, making you feel so so good. “Fuck J-Jean” you whine out, but he doesn’t respond, intently focused on making yout feel good.

While he sucks on one of your nipples he plays with the other between his thumb and pointer finger rolling it and pinching it slightly before switching. He sucks on your tits like he’s starving, taking as much of them as he can into his moth and licking sloppy wet circles around them, leaving hickeys in his wake, at this point this might be more for him than it is for you. But he soon moves on leaving his trail of sloppy kisses down your torso, wanting to taste every inch of your body before he reaches the hem of your panties, smirking as he does. “Should I continue baby?” he teases while dipping his fingers everso slowly into the hem of your panties. You nod frantically, you needed him. “Uh uh baby, use your words, tell me what you want.” You see his lidded amber eyes looking up at you and soft strands of his honey hair dangling over his face, god he was so hot like this. “Please Jean, I- I want you to eat me out” you say covering your face with your hands due to your embarrassment. Jean removes your hands “I want you to watch me okay?” he says as he slides your panties over your legs, keeping eye contact with you the entire time. You nod as he brings his two finger to your mouth, expecting you to suck on them “can you get them nice and wet for me?” he teases as you nod and take his big fingers beyond your lips coating them in your saliva. “Good girl” he states before taking his saliva coated fingers and trailing them over your soaking pussy. “Looks like you really need this huh princess?” he says before dragging his thick fingers across your slit, stopping at your clit to play with it. “Please Jean I need you now” you whine at how slow he’s going but he enjoys the process of getting you nice and wet for him. “Such a needy girl” he says before dragging his fingers back down between you lips and slowly pushing the tips in. You buck your hips to try and take them deeper but he tsks “No baby, I’m taking care of you tonight, you have to follow my pace okay?” he says in a sweet voice and you just nod. He slowly moves his fingers in deeper until they're in all the way and you finally feel that delicious stretch.

He lowers his mouth down and attaches it to your aching clit, pressing his tongue flat against it. Now that he was done teasing you his only objective was to make his princess feel as good as possible. He began pumping his fingers in and out at a steady rhythm curling them up to hit your G spot every time while at the same time sucking on your clit like he hadn’t eaten anything in days. He could feel your tight pussy contracting and leaking around his fingers “Already gonna cum princess? Give it to me I love tasting this sweet little pussy.” And just like that his words were enough to send you over the edge, your pussy clamped down on his fingers and he continued sucking in your clit to help you ride out your orgasm. Your high washed over you and you don’t think you’ve ever cum that hard, your pussy squirting your juices all over Jeans face but he loved it, being sure to lick all of it up off your pussy when you were done.

Before you could even say how amazing that was jean lifted you up and flipped you over so you were sitting on his chest “want you to sit on my face okay princess?” he asked with a false sense of sweetness to his voice “I can’t Jean ’m too sensitive” You replied trying to close your legs on top of him, but he pried them open with hi strong hands and adjusted you so you were hovering right over his face “Oh come on baby I know you can give me at least one more” he said before diving back into your dripping pussy. You whinced at the overstimulation and how sensitive your clit was as he relentlessy licked from your hole to your clit back and forth tasting all of you. He then painted messy figures eights on your clit while he grabbed your ass to press you down more onto his tongue. You legs were wobbling and you knew you weren’t gonna last “Jean- ‘m gonna” you said as you threw your head back once again releasing all your juices onto his face, feeling his slick covered stubble press against your soft thighs.

“Good girl, see? Knew you could do it” He says as he flops you back down onto the couch completely fucked out already, eyes filled with lust and nothing in your brain except for Jean “I think you’re ready for my cock now hm?.” He says pulling you closer to him by the crease of your knees, you can’t even protest your brain is so filled with pleasure. “Gonna fill up this messy little pussy okay?” He said before pulling his grey sweatpants down to reveal his thick hard cock, Jean was bigger than any other guy you’d been with and the sight of him always intimidated you. “ ‘Ts okay baby I know you can take it.” “Be right back okay honey?” He said before leaving the living room and returning with your favorite vibrator. “Want you to hold this to your sensitive little clit while I fuck you okay?” He said before pressing a kiss to your forehead and running his hand over his dripping red tip, pumping himself a few times at the sight below him. He asks sweetly and you nodd wondering to yourself how you could possibly cum again. Jean turns the vibrator on and hands it to you, watching you place it on your overstimulated clit “Good girl, so good for me” he says before running his tip up and down your entrance. He finally decides to enter you and only puts the tip in, letting you get used to his size “Think you can take all of me baby?” he asks before slowly slipping deeper into you “Y-yes Jean I can take all of you” you say with tears in your eyes from the overstimulation. He finally bottoms out in you with a loud groan “fuck baby, I dunno how this pussy is still so tight after I’ve fucked it so many times” he starts snapping his hips in an amazing rhythmic way hitting that spot inside you with every. single. thrust. That combined with the vibrator on your clit was sending you to a world of ecstasy you’d never experienced before. His muscles contracting above you would have you cumming even if he wasn’t fucking your brains out, ths sight gets you closer and Jean can feel you contract around him“Fuck baby, you gonna cum on my cock?” he says speeding up his thrusts as he was getting closer. With one hand holding your vibrator and the other scratching red lines into Jean’s muscular back you did just that, you came harder than ever before all over Jean’s huge cock. He continued fucking you deep through our orgasm as he was getting close and with a “fuck” under his breath he released his load deep in your tight pussy, fucking it up there to make sure none of his cum was wasted. He pulled out and watched it leak onto your thighs before pulling you up to lay against him.

After breathing heavily for a few minutes he asked “I love you so much you know that?” with a red face kissing your cheek. “I love you more Jean” you giggle “Was that okay?” he asked wanting to make sure you enjoyed it. “It was amazing baby, just what I needed, thank you.” You say leaning back into him. He leaves to go get a rag to wipe his cum from between your thighs then pulls your naked body back onto his, wrapping a blanket around you two. “Now, where were we with that movie?”

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Hot Water

Smut-mas day 6

Eric Northman x reader

Sum- All you wanted was nice hot shower, and all Eric wanted was you.

CW- shower sex, unprotected (wrap it before you tap it.), age gap (obviously Eric is 1,000 years old), vampire x human, biting kink, exhibitionism, pet names.

You sigh walking into your shared room with Eric. He sits on the bed sitting up when he see you. You walk over to the dresser opening it gathering clothes for after your shower and folding them setting them on the bed before you start to undress. Taking off your shoes and socks, pants and final lay your shirt leaving you in you undergarments

Erics cold hands meet your waist as you pull off your shirt.

“how was work?” He asks asking about your job as a bar tender at merlots.

“I don’t know some bitch threw her drink at me.” You reply to the red stained shirt.

“hmm.” He hums as he kisses your neck. you sigh leaning into his touch as his arms hold your waist.

“I just wanna shower and go to bed Eric.” You say the down side of dating a vampire is basically being nocturnal.

“i haven’t seen you all day let me kiss you.” He says. You turn around smiling as you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Shower with me then.” you say pecking his lips. He dosnt respond just snakes his hand around your back and unclips your bra. Letting it fall to the floor.

“okay.” He responds. “just shower. No funny business.” You say. He chuckles and nods.

“no funny business from me love.” He replies. You nod let go of him and walking to the bathroom.

You turn on the water feeling it making sure its hot enough to your liking. You take off your panties and step in feel the water running down your body cleaning off the remaing alcohol that was spilled on you.

The shower door opens as Eric joins you closing it behind him.

“what did you do besides sleep all day?” You ask he chuckles his tall form towering of you.

“i went out with Pam her and Tara are running the club tonight.”

“what? I thought it was the night off?” You ask

“For me…fantasia open nights 24/7″ he says placing his hands on your waist.

“oh.” You say

“a-and Tara? How is she doing…with” “i dont know she dosnt talk to me you’ll have to ask Pam.” He says stepping back before your back hits the cold tile.

“e-Eric i said i just wanted a shower.” You say.

“mhm.” He says just seeing the water ruin down his abs the minute he stepped into the shower has you all hot and bothered.

“you had a rough day…i’ll make it better.” He says and presses his lips against yours kissing you passionately. You return the favor and kiss him back. His hands grip your hips pulling you against him his hardening dick hitting your thigh.

his hand wanders down your back giving your ass a squeeze making you gasp allowing him to move down your neck kissing you. You giggle as it tickles. You hear a click as his fangs come out. They run along your neck and collar bone.

You picks you up your legs wrapped around his waist his other hand grasps your breast taking the focus away from his cock entering your cunt. Making you moan as he does.

Moving in you your filled with pleasure. He thrusts up into you letting you know how beautiful you are telling you he loves you over and over.

“mine…” he growls and bites your chest above your breast. You gasp moaning as he picks up the pace drilling into you.

“f-fuck ah..eric” you moan his name. “more baby more. I wanna hear you louder.” He groans in your ear.

“E-Eric!” You moan out

“you gonna cum, fuck so good.” He moans feeling you clench around him.

A few more thrusts has you cumming hard. He pulls out of you and with out warning he sets you down turns you around and renters you roughly your hand hold onto the glass door leaving a foggy smudged print.

“fuck, fuck-” you squeal as he slaps your ass railing you from behind. As his hands search your body.

“fuck y/n…ah” you moans roughly fucking you and cumming deep in you. Making you hit a second climax.

You pant as Eric pulls out of you and bring you up to face him kissing your lips. you smile out of the kiss.

“is your day better?” He asks you nod giggling. He peck your lips again.

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waratah-moon · 1 year

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happy birthday week!!!

could i request ‘dont kink shame me’ with eddie?

This screams cheerleader!reader to me. Early in their relationship... sweet girl is so innocent and Eddie's having such a hard time not corrupting her 🥺 thank you my love! 🎂 bday prompts list 🎂 masterlist / send me a message Warning: SMUT (guided hand job, oral m receiving, inexperienced reader)

It only took the slightest movement for Eddie' to gasp, a soft groan slipping past his lips. "Need you to stay still, baby girl."

"Why? I'm just getting comfy." You were sitting on his lap, watching him roll some joints in preparation for the big party happening at Michael Wright's tomorrow night. Eddie was nothing if not a business man.

"Because when you move, things happen."

"What do you-oh," you realised what he was alluding to, a small smile breaking the corners of your mouth. "Is that all it takes? Really?"

"Sweetheart I get hard if you look at me a certain way. Doesn't take much when I'm around you. Especially in those thigh highs."

"My socks are turning you on?"

"Don't kink shame me."

You let out an airy laugh, hopping off his lap and stretching your arms above head. Eddie bit his lip, eyeing the sliver of skin exposed by your lifted blouse, the backs of your thighs barely covered by your ridiculously short skirt. You turned to see him watching you, and you smiled, moving back to straddle him so you could see his face.

"Hi," you pressed a chaste kiss to either corner of his mouth before finally bumping your nose against his. When you moved, you could feel an unmistakable growing hardness beneath you.

You hadn't done much with Eddie, your relationship was less than two months old. Eddie always treated you like a delicate glass ornament that would break if he gripped you too hard. He knew that your previous experiences with exes weren't positive, so he was doing his absolute best to make sure you always felt safe. You'd only gotten up the courage to ask him to touch you beneath your clothes last week, and in that moment he focused solely on you and making you feel good. And god, you'd felt great. You'd been meaning to return the favour, but hadn't had the chance. And you weren't exactly sure how to anyway.

"Baby," he groaned when you pushed down, focusing your weight onto his lap. "What's gotten in to you?"

"Eds, I've been thinking. Last week, when you, you know," you drifted off hoping he'd catch your meaning so you wouldn't have to spell it out. He nodded, egging you to go on. "I wanna say thank you, properly. But I don't really know how."

"Baby girl, you don't have to-"

"I want to, Eds. I really want to," your hands slipped from his shoulders landing firm against his chest. "Can you show me?"

"Fuck, sweetheart. Are you sure?" You nodded, and he let out a breath, pressing his mouth against yours and prying your lips open with his. He pulled you down flush against his lap, and you instinctively rocked your hips. "Just like that baby girl. God, you're getting me so hard."

You whimpered. His crotch was grinding against you in such a way that it made your thighs clench. "Hop off and sit next to me." You did as he said and he quickly undid his zipper, pulling his jeans and boxers down and letting them fall to his ankles.

Eddie's cock stood to attention, the tip red and leaking, pressing against his stomach. Your mouth instantly watered at the sight and you reached out to touch it. His skin was taut along the shaft, but felt velvety soft. There was a prominent vein along the underside, and his breath hitched when you traced it to the tip. When you reached the tip, the pad of your finger brushed over the slit, smearing fluid around the head and down the shaft. Your hand went to grasp him but he stopped you.

"Wait, baby, lick your hand first, get it nice and wet." You licked your hand, tasting salt on your palm, returning it to his shaft. "Don't grip it too tight. Move your hand up and down."

You followed his instructions and he let out a groan when you squeezed near the base. "Like that?"

"Ye-yeah, exactly like that. Go a little faster." You quickened the pace, a growing wetness between your legs when his breathing became unsteady. You leant forward and blew a stream of cool air against the tip. His voice cracked. "Shit, shit, Jesus H Christ."

"Not good?" You looked up at him to see his eyes hooded.

"No, that felt incredible, keep going," he pulled on your pony tail, scratching your scalp. You leant forward again, kitten licking the tip and earning a shuddered breath from Eddie. He tasted like earthy musk and salt. It wasn't entirely nice, but your love for him outweighed the unpleasant taste. The head of his cock fit nicely in your mouth, filling out your hollowed cheeks perfectly. "Holy hell baby girl, what are you doing?"

"Dunno, it just felt right. Is it okay?"

"Yep, yep, yep. If you keep licking I'm gonna-" he yelped when you swirled your tongue around the head. "Fuck, pull back, I'm going to cum."

You leant back, your hand resuming it's earlier pumping motion and your thumb tapping the slit. Eddie came with low moan, gravely and deep, spurting white liquid over your hand. You couldn't help the grin that spread over your face; proud that you'd gotten that reaction from him.

"Holy shit, baby. Fuck," he raked his hand through his hair, pushing back the curls. He leant forward and kissed you softly. "Are you okay?"

"More than okay," you smiled, kissing his nose.

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#waratah-moon's birthday 2023 #cheerleader!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #maggie writes

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Worthy

part two to broken camera/after dark series + read part one here + final part coming soon!

pairing: Peter Ballard/Nurse!Female Reader

summary: Peter wants something from his nurse companion that might be more than she's willing to give...or it might be exactly what she wants too.

warnings/extra tags: explicit smut, MINORS DNI, oral sex (male receiving) aka a good old blowjob, dirty talking, throat fucking (if u know me irl no u dont), praising with a mix of degradation, minor possessive undertones, he's a warning on his own so tread carefully, aftercare cause yes, still not confident in my characterization of him? but jamie <3 , beta read, edited by a couple of clowns

note: the way I’ve gone full clown is not even funny like im flabbergasted with myself// this was per request and i used the prompt request 'open up' for this by @gothbitchshit ! Thanks in advance for reading and godspeed babes 🫡

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Despite what Peter had said, when she first met him in his bedroom all those months ago on a call she wasn’t immediately thinking of being with him intimately like this. No, as a nurse, she was rather concerned with his well being and the marks on his neck that were inflamed and red. She wanted to help him, because that’s her job.

And yet, after he’d just fucked her stupid not even 10 minutes ago, she couldn’t think of a single time where she wasn’t craving him like this, where she didn’t dream of being on her knees for him like she was right now. Where she wasn’t imagining the way he’d look down at her with his pretty blue eyes sparkling at the mere sight of her and his blonde hair falling slightly over his forehead. He looked like someone so worthy of kneeling for.

One of his hands were on her cheek, thumb rubbing and smudging the light mascara she usually wore that was staining underneath her eye and she leaned into his touch like her life depended on it, like he was pulling her back to reality when he was the very reason she wasn’t in it right now.

“Is this what you want?”

It was a dumb question. He was buried in her now aching cunt just moments ago, finishing off right inside of her, she could even feel his release dripping from between her thighs under her wrinkled uniform skirt. So of course it was what she wanted, but he just wanted to hear her say it and she would. She would say she wanted him over and over again if that’s what he wanted.

“Yes, yes, it’s what I want,” she told him, her voice desperate as her eyes wanted to move to his cock that was displayed right before her, ready to touch him and take him into her mouth, but the moment her gaze faltered was the moment his hand was no longer tenderly holding her cheek but rather grasping her chin and forcing her to look back up at him.

“I didn’t give you permission yet,” he told her with a click of his tongue, “I want you to tell me again, tell me that you want my cock in your mouth. Then, ask me. Say please.”

His demands were enough to make her cunt throb with excitement, and she complied embarrassingly fast, telling him that she wants him, asking and begging him to let her suck him off and feel good. With every word she said, every phrase, every please a content smile returned to Peter’s lips, and the hold on her chin loosened and as he gave her a single nod as he dropped his hand to his side.

Afraid that her eagerness would upset him again, she forced herself to take her time, allowing herself a few seconds to simply admire the cock that was before her. It glistened with her release under the fluorescent lights, and looked absolutely inviting, except she wasn’t sure she could fit it inside of her mouth or at least all of it.

Still, she wanted to try, for him because he had fucked her so well with his fingers and cock that she wanted to repay the favor by getting him off with her mouth. With the camera broken, who knew when she could get another chance like this?

Peter was staring down at her, relishing in the way she was simply staring at him. Her eyes blissed out already, but still wanting to take him in her mouth. And she was just so pretty on his knees for him like this, her face shining with sweat and her chest heaving up and down with every deep breath she was taking.

“Did you get shy all of a sudden? What happened to the eager girl from before?” Peter asked her, watching her lips as her tongue swept across them and he could only imagine what it might feel like on his cock, “I don’t want to rush you, but we actually are on a time-”

He sucked in a breath when he felt her hand on him, grasping the base of his cock and gently stroking it up and down. He was pretty sensitive from coming earlier that the gesture caused his hips to jerk forward, and a quiet moan to erupt from the bottom of his throat.

She looked up at him, having heard him, and he exhaled deeply as he said, “There you are.”

She didn’t say anything in reply, just gazing up at him through her lashes as she continued to jerk him off in an attempt to get him hard again, which wasn’t very far off. Watching him, she could tell he was forcing any kinds of moans down, watching his throat bob as he tried to contain them, and she wondered then if she could get him to moan too.

“I like hearing you, Peter,” she told him, “I want to hear it, I want to hear you moan for me. Can you please?”

His blue eyes met hers, not expecting such a statement really, but appreciating her please and with a small smirk on his lips he said, “Wrap your lips around me, and we’ll see.”

Excitement coursed through her then, and she felt a surge of energy erupt through her as well before she was doing as told. Her head leaned toward him, lifting his half-hard cock to her mouth as she parted her lips. He felt her breath on his tip first, before she was leaning in and swiping her tongue across him.

His hips buckled forward as she licked him, tasting herself on his cock the way she tasted herself when he spit into her mouth earlier and it encouraged her to move forward, wrapping the head of him with her lips finally as her hand continued to work the length of his shaft.

Peter was trying to be patient, trying not to thrust directly into her mouth at the very second he felt her take him in.

“Yes, that’s it,” he told her, “Take me deeper, yes.”

Her tongue swirled around his tip before she flattened it and began to take more of him into her mouth with ease and a determination to get him to moan for her. He was stubborn though, his once steady breaths turning heavier and heavier and she knew he was purposely keeping the noises she wanted him to make from coming out.

It made her whine around him, and he chuckled, knowing why she was pouting, and he said, “It’s not going to be that-” a hitch of his own breath cut off his sentence when she swirled her tongue again and he inhaled deeply before continuing, “It’s not going to be that easy. I encourage you to keep trying though.”

And she did so by taking him deeper, enveloping more of him into the heat of her mouth which earned her a breathy curse rather than a moan. She began to suck him into her mouth, being sure to keep her eyes lifted on him, needing to see him be the one to break and moan for her.

His teeth had captured his bottom lip, quiet pants being the only audible sounds from him, and his brows were slightly furrowed as she started to bob her head back and forth. He released his bottom lip, cursing once again, but this time it was much more shaky and she took that as a win.

Peter’s hand had found her hair finally, but he didn’t pull or grab at her hair like before and rather kept it there as she sucked his cock, only going as far as half of him while one of her hands stroked and took care of the rest. His cock had become completely hard then, and he seethed.

“You’re that greedy, aren’t you? Getting me hard again with that filthy mouth of yours,” he said, “So determined, so desperate…so good and perfect.”

The word perfect had her moaning around him, and he smiled wickedly down at her, enjoying how with every good praise, every compliment she worked harder and harder for him. She was going to make him come again, and he was going to let her, giving her what she wanted though? That was going to take more like he said and he hoped she could take it like she took him a while ago.

In the midst of his thoughts, his eyes caught movement then, and he noticed that one of her hands was underneath her skirt. His eyebrows grew taunt, and his expression hardened as he realized what she was doing.

“Are you touching yourself?” His voice was harsh suddenly, and she paused in her spot, not even really realizing that her fingers were rubbing her swollen clit and spreading their collective releases over it. He clicked his tongue at her again, as if disappointed, and he said, “I want you to make me come again, not yourself.”

He pulled his cock out of her mouth, leaving her suddenly feeling so empty and he shook his head. Her eyes shot up to meet his, his eyes were almost glaring at her and she hummed in confusion.

“I’m sorry, I…I honestly didn’t realize it,” she admitted to him with a hoarse voice and she removed her hand from her pussy. His eyes stayed trained on her, flashing to her hand for a second before. She couldn’t read his expression from down there, didn’t know what that shift in his gaze meant when he was suddenly reaching toward to touch the back of her head.

“You surprise me,” he suddenly said without explanation, and his eyes narrowed down on her as he said, “…open up.”

Uncharacteristically, she didn’t listen right away. She had a feeling where this might be going, as Peter wasn’t going to let her have control over him and set the pace she sucked him off at the entire time. A fuzzy feeling went over her, mixed with a sort of uncertainty she felt before about whether or not she could do it.

He could tell she was suddenly put off, even just slightly, and he couldn’t have that. He hummed softly, “I want you to take all of me…” His other hand was touching her chin then, his thumb finding her bottom lip that was wet and swollen, “You told me you could take it, remember?”

His words struck something inside of her, and the hold he had on her since she waltz into this lab thinking there was a scientist in need of medical assistance took over again, and she was lowering her jaw for him. Peter grinned at her, almost menacingly before he released her jaw.

“Good, now stick your tongue out, yes, just like that, good girl,” he praised her when he felt her tongue flatten underneath his hard cock as he began to push himself past her lips, “Being so good for me…” he started to push deeper into her mouth slowly, making her mouth open wider until the tip reached the back of her throat.

She was quick to gag, her hands moving upward to grasp his thighs and Peter gently stroked her hair and said breathlessly, “Just relax, you’re doing so well for me…”

Her hands clenched the white fabric of his slacks that was still on him, feeling the leather belt he had to wear between her hands, and tried to comply, attempting to relax her throat and lavish in the gentle hold on the back of her head and his soothing voice, encouraging her and praising her.

Peter felt her relax around him, and he took the opportunity to shove the rest of his length in her mouth, his gentle hold becoming firm until he was completely engulfed in her mouth. She sputtered around his cock still, almost like she was gasping for air and he could feel her nails through his clothes and he seethed and lowered his head as he said, “Breathe through your nose- you want me to moan for you? This will get you what you want.”

She felt tears prick at the side of her eyes, her mouth filling so fucking full that she was sure she could feel him in her chest, and she willed herself to calm down, to relax like he said, and to breathe. She’d given head before, but never like this, and she wanted to be good for him, wanted him to praise her and tell her how good she’s making him feel…she wanted to hear him moan again.

Her grip loosened on him, and she lifted her eyes to meet him, telling him with them that she was okay, that she could go on, and when she saw him smile and pant at her, she suddenly felt the desire to touch herself again even though he told her she wasn’t allowed to.

“I know it’s what you want, and I’ll give it to you,” he told her, sounding like a promise, and he pulled out of her mouth about halfway before moving back in, releasing a quiet moan that she almost didn’t hear, “Yeah, I’ll give it to you.”

A series of moans slipped past his lips then, soft and endearing and incredibly hot as he slowly slipped his cock in and out of her mouth. Her body already felt like it was on fire, and the noises he was starting to make were just fanning the flames.

She even met one of his thrusts, and it made him laugh breathlessly at her need and eagerness that continued to impress him even now. She was doing so fucking well for him, taking all of him in, and there was nothing in the world right now that he could think of that would feel just as good as her on her knees for him and letting him fuck her inviting mouth.

A possessiveness had come over Peter at this moment as he gazed down at the pretty nurse, and he wondered who else had the pleasure to see her in such a way, to know how her lips felt wrapped around their cock. It made him irrationally frustrated that she had definitely belonged to someone else before, spent time like this with them, and already he was thinking of ways to make sure he would be the last.

In his possessive thoughts, his thrusts had become more frequent, more fast, and his moans less soft and more like a deep, rough groan that came from deep within his chest and yet she was still being good, keeping her eyes open and mouth wide and tongue flat.

“Are you going to make me come again? You are fucking greedy,” his voice was strained, and heavy, “Yeah you are, fuck, you love it, admit it, you love it.”

Her response was a gagged hum around his cock, and he laughed as one hand rubbed the top of her head and he said, “Don’t worry about responding, I know you do. I can tell with how eager and greedy you are…being a good girl and letting me fuck your mouth like this.”

His words were starting to become shattered with every moan and grunt he let slip out from every thrust into her mouth, from every sputtered noise she made when she felt herself choking on his length that vibrated pleasantly against him.

“I’m-” he groaned as he got a tighter hold on her hair, “I’m going to go faster.”

His warning came as fast as it was gone, giving her little time to actually heed the warning before he was picking up the pace of his thrusts until he was almost fully slamming himself in and out of her mouth.

“When I come…” he said between grunts and thrusts, “You’re mine, and I need you to say it. I need you fucking say it.”

He shoved his cock into her mouth again, keeping it there and looking down at her. She was gazing up at him still, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks, and once again feel her hands grasping him.

“Tell me you understand, tap my thigh twice, tell me you will,” he said, and what followed was two taps with her right hand. He exhaled and grinned manically while he praised her with another good girl, my good filthy girl before bucking his hips forward and using her mouth.

Moans and grunts and curses slipped through his lips, giving her exactly what she wanted again and more as her name too joined those moans of his and now she really wanted to touch herself because he sounded so fucking hot like this that she was sure she could get off just to his sounds of complete pleasure.

So, she held herself up, even as the slight panic began to sear through her that she wouldn’t be able to last with him fucking her throat like he was, afraid that she might collapsed before he could come and she really, really wanted him to. She needed to hear him when he did, she needed to take all of him in, and she needed to tell him what he wanted her to say afterward.

Yours, she thought incoherently, I’m yours.

His cock hit the back of her throat again, causing her to gag around him once again, and it nearly sent him over the edge right then, and there.

“Oh fuck,” he grunted at the feeling of her throat clenching him, and he said, “You’re going to make me come, fuck, you are, so fucking greedy…”

His voice was completely shattered now, words broken with grunts as he buried himself into her mouth and let out a guttural groan.

“Fuck, fuck I’m going to come,” he told her now through gritted teeth, as his eyes slightly rolled back.

A choked hum rose from her stuffed throat, and she clung to his legs once again for dear life as she prepared for him to come down her throat when the hold on her hair was suddenly being grasped tighter, sending a familiar stinging pain to her scalp.

“Look at me, look up at me, and don’t fucking move,” his voice was course and demanding, and before she knew it, he was actually pulling her away from his cock much to her confusion and dismay, but also relief as she immediately began to cough, feeling her own spit dripping from her bottom lip and onto the ground below her. He demanded for her to look at him again, his voice sending a shockwave through her as she did as told, forcing her head upwards to meet his gaze as his hand quickly replaced her mouth on his cock and he jerked himself off.

She hadn’t expected it, hadn’t expected the hot, ropes of cum hitting her on her face, decorating her lips and cheeks, and the skin of her chest that followed a mere few seconds after she looked up at him. She actually gasped, eyes fluttering as he let out a long, drawn out groan that was practically sex to her ears and continued to come all over her.

He sounded so fucking good, his moans and curses scratching something in her brain nothing else could. He looked so good too, his eyes blown out, lips parted and releasing fast, pants, and his pretty blonde hair disheveled. And fuck he also felt so good, his cum all over her face and chest and sticking to her skin. She stuck her tongue out, licking up the cum on her lips and moaning at the taste of him.

Peter was panting heavily, his hand still wrapped around his now soft cock, eyes trained on her tongue that was sliding over her swollen lips and his eyes shifted over the streaks of cum on her cheeks and chest, landing on her neck that bobbed as she swallowed the cum she licked up.

Primal desire continued to take over Peter, and he was leaning forward, “I guess I should’ve come inside your mouth…since you want to swallow it so bad, but you look so fucking pretty like this.”

His voice was raspy and breathless still as he panted. She looked up at him, her tongue still sticking out of her lips and he sucked in a deep breath because of how undeniably breathtaking it was to see his pretty nurse wrecked in such a way, consumed by the desire to taste him while covered in his release.

Peter was grasping her chin, his gaze resting back onto her puffy, wet lips as his other hand gathered his own release onto his fingers on her cheek and stuck them into her mouth. His eyes shined when she sucked them into her mouth with zero hesitation, sucking himself off of her his fingers. Her tongue even twirled around the pads of his fingers, and he pressed his fingers deeper into her mouth, wanting her to gag around him again.

But she didn’t, she rather accepted his fingers with ease, blown out eyes fluttering open and closed as she did. It satisfied him to see her in such a way, a smirk growing onto his lips once again that it was him who turned her into this, from the shy nurse to this woman before him covered with the cum she was sucking off his fingers.

He officially had broken her, had he not done so before, and it was beautiful, so fucking beautiful and she didn’t even know it. He slipped his fingers from her mouth, examining his fingers before taking them into his own mouth and re-meeting her gaze and he watched her body curiously now she began to sway gently to the side before her body just seemed to give out.

She collapsed, her body falling to the hard tile on the ground as she felt exactly how fatigued she was. She wanted to move, to pick herself off of the floor in order to clean herself up, but she just felt completely blissed and fucked out that she simply couldn’t for the time being. It was like there was a weight on top of her, holding her down to the ground.

All she could see now was Peter’s shoes, and she could hear the sound of a zipper and then the clinking of his belt as he clasped it back together around his white uniform pants. She blinked slowly, and when she opened them again, he was gone and all she saw was the dust gathered at the bottom of a lab desk.

Anxiety raised through her, afraid that he’d just left her here, and she was almost sitting up in a panic before he returned to her. He crouched beside her, gazing down at her with a sweet look in his blue eyes that made her panic go away instantly.

His eyes danced over her face, then her chest, then at the sticky substance between her thighs that was also on her face and an almost proud smile grew onto his lips. She wanted to scowl at him, tell him to stop admiring the mess he made on her and help her, but what came out was a hoarse mumble. His eyes returned to hers, the grin still on his lips before he was peeling her off of the floor.

Before she knew it, she was set onto one of the lab stations, and Peter had paper towels in his hands that he was running under a nearby sink. Her legs hung off the side of the table, and she had to force herself to keep sitting upright, which was easier than it was before.

There was a dull ache in her knees, her lower back, her neck, her lips and her scalp, jesus fucking christ she was going to be feeling the after effects of this for the rest of the week, which was something she wasn’t exactly mad about but she didn’t know if she could hide any of it like he seemed to be doing right now.

No, Peter Ballard looked the same beside his hair being mussed up a bit and more curly than before from the sweating. Other than that, he looked relatively the same and she knew even if Peter didn’t come all over her, she’d still looked like she was obviously fucked into oblivion. She could only think of the security guard she’d have to get past to return to her office, wondering how she was even going to walk.

“I can take care of the security guard,” Peter suddenly said, tearing her out of her thoughts like he read hers, “You just worry about getting back to your office without falling over.”

There was a teasing element to his tone, which made her blink and reply with a mumbled, “There’s no way…”

He was returning to her, the sleeves of his uniform shirt rolled up at the elbows and he was holding a few wet paper towels in one hand. He was falling to his knees then, right between her spread legs and she stared down at him, seeing him staring right at her aching cunt that felt like it was still seeping with his release.

Peter licked his lips, his eyes meeting hers for a second before turning to her left inner thigh. She nearly jumped when she felt the cold, wet paper towel on her skin and he chuckled as he started to properly clean her up.

There was something so intimate about this, something about him taking care of her after he’d been so rough, cleaning his release off of her with precision and an enamored gaze in his eyes. It made her heart blossom in her chest, feeling warmth rather than the heat of arousal, and she reached over to touch his hair without really thinking.

He reacted quickly, eyes shooting up to meet hers again, and she smiled down at him as she pet his hair gently, and he rested his cheek against her now clean thigh before he placed an open mouth kiss there and moved on to clean her other thigh.

Seeing him there though had her thighs slightly twitching, especially when he was kissing there one again, dragging his lips across the warm flesh of her thighs, and when her hands grasped his blonde curls and she whispered his name she felt him smirk against her skin.

He continued to kiss her, inching closer and closer to where she wanted his mouth suddenly, but never reaching the target, always directing his lips back toward her knee. She exhaled softly, kneading her hands into his hair and grumbling when she realized he was only teasing her.

“Don’t be so upset,” he told her as he looked up at her again, amusement dancing behind those piercing eyes, “Maybe next time I can taste this pretty pussy of yours…”

“Next time?” she asked, sucking in a soft breath as he sucked gently on a spot of her inner right thigh, clearly with the intention of marking her, “And when would that be? I don’t think cameras are…always broken.”

He chuckled, his breath tickling her and he said, “Well…there’s no camera in your bedroom, now is there?”

The thought of him showing up in her onsight bedroom just to bury his head between her thighs had her involuntary moan, to which he responded with a pleased smile, thinking of it too. He moved away from her thighs, unfortunately and started to work his way upward.

He ran the paper towel over her chest delicately, pressing it against her skin before raising it toward a part of her neck. She shuddered softly at the feeling of it, tilting her head to the side for him as her eyes gently fluttered shut. Peter noticed her faltering slightly, and grasped the side of her head with his unoccupied hand as he started to then wipe off what’s left of his mess that was still on her face.

His eyes moved toward her eyes then, zoning in on her smudged mascara, and he shifted her head, making her eyes flutter back open to see his piercing eyes on hers before she felt the swipe of his thumb underneath her eyes. Once again, she melted into his touch, into his very being, consuming her even now.

He pressed his lips together in concentration, making sure that there wasn’t anything left on her, that her makeup was no longer running and then, he was buttoning up the top of her uniform, his fingers working meticulously to get the button through its hole.

“Peter,” she called to him, though she didn’t know why, and his attention returned to her face. Her breath hitched when their eyes met, and they fell momentarily to his lips as she realized she simply wanted to feel his lips on hers again, so she leaned in, thinking he might possibly let her.

Of course, he didn’t. He was leaning away from her before her lips could capture his and it felt like the worst thing someone could possibly do to her. A frown came over her lips, her eyebrows becoming taunt with confusion and her heart had even dropped.

Peter noticed her expression, and sighed before he was leaning back in, except he missed her lips and placed a kiss on her cheek. Her heart fluttered in her chest at the gesture, and he said, “You haven’t said what I told you to say…”

His hot breath was hitting her cheek before he placed another kiss there, but lower and closer to her lips, “You don’t need a reminder do you?”

She had him with wide eyes, parting her lips to speak but nothing coming out and he smiled at her as he continued, “Oh, I know you don’t. You’re a good girl who listens.”

His words from before he came all over her replayed through her mind you’re mine I need you to say it. She honestly didn’t forget, she didn’t even need to be reminded, she just didn’t say it because she knew it was true…she was his.

And even if she hadn’t thought so, the idea of him kissing her right now, of touching her again, hopefully in her bedroom after hours, would’ve been enough for her. A blissful exhale left her parted lips, and she said exactly what he wanted her to say.

The moment the words I’m yours uttered from her lips, Peter’s lips were on hers in a searing, all consuming kiss that had her forgetting about how fatigued she was, just feeling him and him only. He kissed her with intention, forcing his tongue into her mouth and tasting himself there. Her body and mind simply succumbed to him.

#i listened to synthpop entirely writing this for some reason #once again i fuck with the name peter ballard and want to USE IT i like it better than henry idk aslksjlkasj #and uh note to myself??? get to the point in my beginning summary/logistics maybe ??? jeesh it's long #onward to tagging all 1000 of his names <3 #peter ballard smut #peter ballard x reader #peter ballard imagine #peter ballard #henry creel smut #henry creel x reader #henry creel imagine #henry creel #001 x reader #001 imagine #reader insert #female reader

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Love your blog! 🥹 Can you write some general Gun and Goo headcannons? They’re such a fun duo I can’t- 🤠

Thank you for being so sweet anon and again sorry for the looong delay. Take this complete and utter word vom. I.. I don't really know what this is apart from a ramble presented in bullet points.

Gun Park + Goo Kim: Duo headcanons

Fuck, I love these two.

Let's start from the top.

Gun and Goo might not always get on, often behaving more like a bickering old married couple one step away from throttling each other, but they absolutely respect one another.

Begrudgingly so. Meeting someone that can go toe to toe with them does not happen every day.

Being secret friends or successor though, is completely out of the question. They never even considered it in the first place despite Gun ticking most of Goo's criteria and vice versa.

Both completely unhinged and chaotic in very different, often clashing, ways. Finding each other grating, fighting skills complementing each other due to circumstance rather than naturally.

Gun thinks of Goo as a disloyal, flighty and greedy maniac. Whereas Goo sees Gun as a dull stick-in-the-mud who only cares about fighting.

They're both right.

Gun doesn't care much for material goods. He will still buy the best of the best, because why the hell not. However, he does not form any sentimental attachment to it.

Goo is surprisingly similar. Often preferring shopping sprees as a form of a power trip and to show off how rich he is. There is a fleeting thrill of buying something he wants, but ultimately it gets discarded.

Stealing Gun's things, on the other hand, much more rewarding for Goo.

The first time he laid eyes on Gun wearing the striped yellow shirt and scarf combo, Goo knew he had to have it. Besides, it would look much nicer on him, dont you think? What the hell is Gun Park doing wearing such bright colours anyway.

In all honesty, Gun doesn't waste enough energy on clothing to say anything when he saw Goo in his outfit. Although he did roll his eyes and take an extra long drag of his cigarette.

(A/N: I love the idea of Goo stealing Gun's clothes. But I tend to flip flop between how private Gun is, keeping his work and personal life completely separate. )

If the outfit isn't stolen, then it would mean Goo went out and bought the exact same thing... Which is funnier if you think about it.

Because the sheer amount of effort that that takes, finding the same top, same scarf - because why the fuck would Gun tell him where he got it even if Goo did ask.

The fact that Goo takes a significant time out of his day just to fuck with Gun. Truly, what an idiot. Does he have nothing better to do?

Spending so much time together, they pick up naturally on each other's likes and dislikes. Well, Gun does anyway. Goo does most of the talking, and the few times Gun does talk - Goo doesn't even bother to listen.

Unfortunately, that means if someone asked Gun what happened on the latest episode of an anime series, he would be able to recite exactly what Goo has told him, and then afterwards beat them up for asking in the first place.

There's a closeness there that disgusts them both equally with how well they know each other. Music preferences, how they take their coffee. Knowing each other's mood like their own. Ugh.

Life carries on though and there's still shit to do. WIth most of their waking moments spent together, they weave in their own errands between jobs and missions.

At least Goo does. Gun's life is much more orderly instead of a whirlwind of chaos. He is proactive and reactive whereas it appears to him that Goo will just fulfil his own whims as they come up.

Either way, Goo is the one driving and it's his car so Gun has no choice but to go with.

Well. Gun can stay in the car like some sort of pitiful dog awaiting their master's return or join in with Goo.

He usually opts for the latter, and also regrets it too. For example, getting cookies together for fuck's sake. Grabbing ice cream. Ring shopping!

Really, don't let anyone tell you that Gun is impatient. He puts up with far too much from his blonde partner. He can be extremely level headed, often choosing to walk away from things not worth his time rather than waste his energy. There's a lot of hill where he would prefer not to die on where Goo Kim is concerned.

If you asked Goo what was the one thing he hated most about Gun, the ensuing silence would be the longest he has ever been quiet for. Because there really is so much he hates about that fucking guy.

Just one? Then Goo would likely say the smoking. Not only does it stink, but the smell seeps into the car interior and lingers on everything. Goo often likes to pretend he's choking when Gun lights up. Putting on a coughing fit and spraying spittle everywhere until Gun walks away in disgust.

If you asked Gun what he hated most about Goo Kim? Completely deadpan and straight faced, he would say 'everything'.

#sorry idk what this is #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism manhwa #lookism hc #lookism headcanons #gun park #goo kim #park jonggun #kim joongoo #wannaeatramyeon

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notthestarwar · 4 months

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Cody and Boba spn au? 👀👀

Oh my god so I started writing this in November and then totally forgot about it till earlier this week when I saw a spn post 😂 I've just had to hunt down my notes which are spread between docs, the back of a cardboard box, a discord conversation, my friends memory (because I told her about it on a voice call apparently) and a notepad before I could figure out where the hell I was going with this one 😂😂

@thesunlikehoney i know you asked about this one too

OK so it all started with this

Which just felt so Jango to me???

So there are no monsters and Jango had raised his 4 kids to be bounty hunters. Alpha leaves when he's old enough, Rex dies, and eventually Cody gets out too leaving Boba and Jango (imagine boba as Dean here). Fast forward a few years and Cody is living a normal life, living with Alpha, and is very dedicated to his normal person job, all until Boba turns up in the middle of the night, dean style.

He explains that Jango has gone missing on a hunt and it turns out that he and Boba had started hunting force users since Cody left and Cody is like. you what??? thats a big no no. very dangerous. Cody agrees to go with him but only for the weekend, he has to be back on monday for his job interview. they investigate the case and find jango's journal but no jango. cody is like. right. i'm going home now.

but he arrives home to find the place burning with alpha (dead) inside and a calling card from ventress, the force user jango had been tracking. boba tells cody that now ventress is on his tail, he cant stay, or she'll burn down his work and everything else, so cody goes with him to stop ventress so he can return to his normal life.

things pretty much go as per spn s1, with jango leading them on and them following after him thinking they are going to find him anytime. theres lots of arguing between the two of them over jango and rex and their upbringing ect.

obi wan makes an apperance as boba and jango's ex jedi hunting consultant and helps them in the hunt for ventress. obi wan is also cody's ex, and they broke up because of jango who refused to tolerate him (but clearly changed his mind at some point after cody leaving) and then cody doesnt contact him after he leaves jango and boba because he wants to get out of the hunting life.

the whole thing is largely about jango being a shit dad but its also about the knockon effect that had on all of them. cycles of trauma. in some ways ending up like the parent that wronged you and having to confront that. rex is pretty much haunting the narrative as nobody has really dealt with his death and theres a lot of anger and grief and not wanting to speak about him. its also about running from your life after something bad happens that you dont want to face (cody with jango and boba, obi wan with the jedi) and how that act of running stops you from letting go of anything, and how there was an alternative, of cody staying in boba's life, of obi wan staying in contact with his family (the jedi), so in some ways its also about balance

tbh its very fun and i'm minorly obsessed with it again now i've revisited

Here's a very unedited snippet from the start:

[...]He’s more than able to defend himself without resorting to weapons.

It’s as he’s thinking this, that something heavy and solid barrels in to him from the direction of the kitchen.

Caught unaware, maybe he is getting rusty, he tumbles to the floor.

The intruder is armoured, beskar if Cody isn’t mistaken. Cody is naked but for boxers. It shouldn’t be a fair fight: Cody hasn’t always been a fair man.

He targets the joins in the mans armour, rolls them over, and its then, that a cloud shifts. A beam of moonlight falls on them and Cody realises, with a drop in his stomach, that he knows this armour.

“Boba?” he asks.

There is a snort from the vocoder. “So you do recognise me?”

“Of course I do! Boba. What the hell?”

“I could ask the same of you. Did you have to tackle me like that.”

Cody is taken aback for a second. “Did I have to…You attacked me! In my home! What is wrong with you?”

Boba sighs, the vocoder clicking off, his brothers true voice filtering though. “I was disarming you.” He says, like it’s obvious. “Didn’t want you to shoot first ask questions after.”

“I wouldn’t…” Cody shakes his head. “I’m not like that anymore.”

He’s still hovering over Boba, holding him to the floor. He comes back to himself, climbing to his feet and holding out a hand to pull Boba up.

“Boba. What the hell are you doing here?”

Boba shrugs, releasing his helmet with a hiss and hooking it to his belt. He raises an eyebrow. “I could ask the same of you.” He looks around unimpressed.

“No. You could not.” Cody tells him blankly. “This is my home. I live here Boba. Not with you, I got out, remember?” He scoffs. “Haven’t seen you in ten years. So what the hell are you doing here now?”

Boba gives him a long look. “Looking for you.”

thank you for asking!

#notthereply #wip ask game #ask game #snippet #star wars spn au

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nekkomaa · 10 months

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Neighbors

Part 1 Parte2

Words: 1.625

Paring: Connor x Fm reader

Warnings: None, SFW

Summary : The front apartment has been empty for years, and now someone has decided to occupy it.

Notes: I dont speak English, just the basics, I used a translator to do this story so be warned. I'm not very good at summaries either, sorry.

If you want me to tag you let me know!

Maybe living in an apartment wasn't as boring as you thought at first. You started living on your own as soon as you turned twenty, with a job that paid poorly and a dream of being someone you took your stuff from your parents' house and rented an old apartment in a somewhat distant part of the city.

Locality wasn't a big problem, that's what you tried to convince yourself every day when the only means of transportation you had was your legs. The apartment you lived in was small and old, most of the neighbors you had were also old, this made your life more peaceful since the only nuisance was the next door neighbor's cat that jumped into your apartment a few times a day, you lost count of how many times you had to knock on your neighbor's door just to return it. It wasn't really a nuisance, the cat was cute and you had even developed a fondness for the cat even though you preferred dogs.

It was a surprise to you when the apartment across the street was rented out, it had been closed for quite some time you know, a good few years. The ladies who lived in the building were quick to gossip, and the same day later you learned that it was a young man who had moved into the front apartment. You caught a glimpse of him a few hours later when you looked out the window and he was moving boxes around the apartment, he looked handsome from afar, that was the first impression you got of him.

It surprised you to have someone who looks about your age, after all most of the building were widowed ladies and a few old couples. Except for you and the woman who lived down the hall, she must have been in her thirties but had the manners of an eighty year old lady, you never really got to talk to her. The woman wasn't home most of the time, and when she was she made a point of ignoring anyone who knocked on her door.

Not long after, you took your much-desired vacation, finally being able to stay home for a few days without having to work, days spent reading some books you had bought and trying to make family recipes, which for some reason seemed to go wrong every time. You ended up at the window one day looking at the dark sky, the clouds prevented you from seeing any stars, it was then that you noticed a movement ahead, your new neighbor, the one you haven't met yet, was on the porch holding something you thought was a bottle and a glass. You watched him place both objects on the small table on the balcony and stare at them. It had been a week since he moved in, you hadn't seen anyone else in the apartment but him, that is until that night, when he went inside the house and after a few minutes came back with a man who looked identical to him, you didn't have the best view and you were far away but if you had to guess you would say they were twin brothers, or close relatives.

You were kind of surprised when hours later you came back to the window only to see the new neighbor with another companion, this time a big dog, a Saint Bernard that was following the man around the balcony while he was collecting some boxes that were on the balcony.

It was the first time the neighbor looked in your direction, you were surprised and embarrassed, as if you had been caught in a wrong act, well technically watching your neighbor was kind of criminal. No one could have predicted that, I mean you couldn't have predicted that, that your neighbor would just smile and wave at you like someone completely nice. You, as a great person at embarrassing yourself, stared at him for a few more extremely embarrassing seconds, and waved back with a stiff smile before throwing yourself back into the house, your face burning with shame.

You didn't see it, but the man just laughed and continued what he was doing, finding the whole scene funny.

The ladies of the building began to organize meetings to discuss building matters. That's what they had said it would be, but it was really just a gathering of ladies, where they all sat in the living room of Shirley, the owner of the building and the one with the biggest apartment, to gossip about other people's lives, or to tell about their own. You went once because you thought it was important, only to realize that they were playing catch-up. The second time Shirley herself invited you, she came to your house and convinced you to go, obviously she left you with no way out and you were forced to go.

The third time, you decided to go on your own, since you knew the new neighbor would be dragged into it without knowing what it was about as you were at first, you thought it was a great opportunity to meet him. You put it in your head that you were just curious to know what he was like, to get to know him, and not because you find him attractive e....

In any case, you put on some comfortable overalls and picked up the cake you had bought a few hours ago to take away. One thing you learned is that the ladies loved it when someone brought something for afternoon coffee, you'd rather be friends with the ladies than enemies with them.

As soon as you knocked on the wooden door, one of the ladies you knew as Bernadete answered the door, she smiled kindly at you and announced your arrival as soon as you entered.

"Come dear, come and sit with us in the living room. Today we decided to cook together." She took the cake from you and led you into the living room where everyone was sitting on the sofa and chairs. Bernadette didn't even make a point of hiding from you that this wasn't a reunion, but a gathering of old friends, that now there were two intruders, and that they were just there to play time out.

"Ah, there you are dear, this is the new neighbor, Connor." Shirley smiled at you giving the new neighbor, Connor, little pats on the back, as if encouraging a child to introduce themselves.

"Hm, hello?" Connor cleared his throat before introducing himself, he looked embarrassed, you smiled at him, it would actually be a surprise if he wasn't embarrassed. "My name is Connor, I've recently moved into apartment number eight."

"Hi Connor." I told him my name and sat down in the chair Bernadette had placed for me next to Connor. "Thank you."

"Not at all dear." Bernadette soon took her place on the edge of the couch and Shirley clapped her hands to get the attention of the rest of the people.

"I have news!" She sounded excited and soon began to tell how her two grandchildren had passed a famous college. This sparked other topics of conversation among the ladies that kept them entertained for quite a while. You took advantage of this and tried to strike up a conversation with Connor, who looked a little confused, probably realizing this wasn't a building meeting.

"I bet this wasn't the meeting you were expecting." You smiled at him, keeping your voice a little lower so as not to disturb the other conversation but loud enough for Connor to hear.

Connor chuckled before speaking. "Really, I was hoping for a different kind of meeting. Maybe a scolding for putting my moving boxes in the wrong garbage can, or something."

"I've been scammed before too." You share the experience and Connor really pays attention to you.

"Maybe I should look for excuses to run away then?" Connor suggested after you told him Shirley dragged you here for the second time.

"Well, unless you like gossip from around the neighborhood." You shrug.

"Do you?" Connor tilts his head slightly to the side awaiting her answer. "I mean, do you like the gossip?" He rephrases the question when you delay answering, you force yourself to stop watching his face and answer him.

"Not really, I come for the free food." You joke, putting a finger over your lips to ask for secrecy. "But don't tell them that." Smiling when Connor agrees, shaking his head.

"I'll keep it a secret." He says it so seriously you can't help it and start laughing.

"Yes, please."

As soon as the soft bed came into your view you threw yourself onto it, the sheets and covers enveloping you so tightly that you almost fall asleep. A thought comes before you can stop it and you find yourself staring up at the ceiling for a few long minutes as you think about your front door neighbor.

He was nice and kind, Connor seemed so innocent it was kind of funny, you liked the way he tilted his head when something seemed confusing, or when he was waiting for an answer to something that interested him. He showed an incredible ease in slipping into the ladies' conversations and including you in them, not that you were too keen to join in, but he made a point of keeping everyone in the room involved. It was endearing.

For a moment you forgot that you would soon be going back to work and earning a pittance. You felt like a teenager again, in the prime of life without too many worries.

Maybe you had to visit the meetings more often.

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Waiting for the Night

Bruce Wayne x F!Reader

Chapter 18 - Speak To Me

Masterlist; Chapter 17 Summary: Loose ends are tied up as your curiosity brings you somewhere, you should have never went. Warnings: Swearing, angst and acres of pining. They're stupid, your honor. Author's Notes: Whew, this time it's been just a month. And another 6.7k words. I've absolutely no clue how I thought this and the previous chapter could have been just one instalment. Alas he we are though, with more stupidity, pining, and POV changes that make little sense... 👀 (I did enjoy writing them, however). It's probably two more chapters (if these two allow), but for now hope you enjoy the ride. My faithful readers - this is for you! 💕 Tag list: @thecraziestcrayon, @kookiewastolen, @imimsy, @tuskens-mando, @sugarcoated-lame, @blue-aconite, @hypnoash, @rabbitdictionary, @nicklet94, @mcrmarvelloki, @shimmeringgrim, @ttae-yong, @freyadruid, @siriuslydestiny, @ms-dont-care, @raphaelaisabella, @itsmytimetoodream, @brightjimini, @castellandiangelo, @grunge-n-roses5 (let me know if you wanted to be removed/added).

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It did not take long for you to understand that things would be different. Not bad different, nor good different. Just different. Undoubtedly, the national guard on the streets and the sea wall rendered nonexistent were bound to have some consequences. As did the fact that during the days following the election night, you have partway moved into the Wayne Tower and slowly learnt what it meant to coexist with Bruce in the same space. It also meant pleasant mornings and afternoons spent with Dory in the kitchen, sipping the coffee and doing your best to avoid thinking about reality.

The reality, which seemed as oppressive as a heavy cloud hanging over your conscience, hardly ever went away. On day two of the new world order, you decided to do something about it and fired up the laptop to check for the nearest crisis centres and the list of what they needed. Once a significant pile of necessities had been assembled with Dory’s help, you waded through the remains of the murky waters to deliver the goods in person. And then, you stayed to help, doing whatever odd jobs were in shortage, feeling a little lighter once you stepped back outside. You returned in the morning, armed with yet another box of items the Wayne heir did not need. Or so he told you.

Bruce Wayne was another revelation during those days. Or, rather, it was that despite your countless doubts and worries, he seemed to want you there, sharing the space. Every evening, if you did not return to the Tower before he left for the patrol, Bruce would text you and check in. Other times, he would call at random hours of the night, in theory, to discuss the developments in the city. You knew that was only the excuse for a quick chat, a conversation he seemed to crave no matter the time or the moment.

After that first night, you tried to put some distance, unable to keep using the same old pretext of needing a comforting hug after the traumatic evening. In effect, you used the spare bedroom, given to you by Alfred, what felt like aeons ago. Yet you kept indulging in the occasional kiss offered in exchange for a morning greeting. Continued greedily accepting the invitations to crash in Bruce’s bed, curling around his body when he returned. Choking on the unspeakable confessions whenever he asked about your day or the past. And it worked. For a time.

Until it stopped being enough, a familiar ache settling anew in your heart where it belonged. A worry that it was all that you would ever receive from him. That all it could ever be was a maybe, an almost. That the best you could hope for was all you already got. It did not take long for you to accept it as a fact. Try your hardest to distance yourself to minimize the pain. Knowing it was futile because you could hardly leave without a word of explanation. And neither could you tell him the reason why. Judging by the questioning glances and awkward silence, Bruce already knew something was wrong.

The call from the hospital on day five was like a blessing you did not know you needed. The signal had been given either you or Bruce could visit Alfred now that the water levels had fallen significantly. You had been so sure Bruce would jump on the chance to see his guardian that when he extended the invitation for you to do it instead, you asked for clarification. Twice. Then you accepted the offer, happily picking up a bouquet on the way and entering the ward with a smile that almost seemed out of place. As soon as you crossed the threshold of Alfred’s room, you knew you had made a good choice in deciding to come in.

He looked better, the bandages fewer and bruises lighter. At first, he did not notice you lingering, too occupied with a book in his hands, the familiar glasses pushed up the nose. Your smile widened as you rapped your knuckles on the doorframe and spoke:

“Hello, hope I’m not interrupting anything?” taking the hesitant step inside, you watched as Alfred raised his head in surprise.

A millisecond later, his mouth stretched into a smile, and the book was placed on the bedside table.

“Oh! Come in, darling,” he waved you inside, adjusting his position to reach out a hand as soon as you were within touching distance, “I’m so happy to see you” tightening his palm around yours in a comforting handshake, Alfred motioned towards the chair.

You did not need to be asked twice. Silently, you placed the bouquet in the empty vase and collapsed into the chair with a grateful sigh.

“Likewise, Pennyworth,” your lips quirked into a smile upon his delighted grin, and you asked, “How are you?”

“Much better. The doctor said they might release me soon. At least once everything settles in the city,” he pointedly glanced towards the window, overlooking the heavy grey skies.

The news made the fondness in your chest manifest with another pang of ache. Everything ached like that these days. Sometimes you wondered whether your heart could even take so many emotions. Whether it wouldn’t one day just break from feeling too much.

“That’s what I like to hear” ignoring the chaos in your head, you chose to drop in another crucial bit of information, “Bruce will come to see you soon too. He’s just busy with everything” Alfred nodded curtly, clearly not surprised by the news, giving you the momentum to add, “Sorry for the expletive, but it’s a fucking mess on the streets, as you can probably imagine” the weary sigh escaped your mouth as you met his searching gaze with a tired look.

You knew that the past few days were visible on your face. The weight was unshakeable. Alfred took a deeper breath, gathering words to ask what seemed to be on his mind:

“Could you… tell me what happened? I know the facts, and I’m not asking for a GC1 report” he accompanied the final comment with a pointed look.

Your shoulders sagged on their own accord, mind already bracing itself for the pain of having to recount the events. But you knew you should do it one more time. Alfred was owed that much.

“I can try…” leaning back in the chair, seeking any comfort you could get you started the tale.

The older man was quiet throughout the half-hour it took you to trudge through the uncensored version. Only occasionally, he would sigh deeper or glance at you with a seriousness that almost made you stutter. You spared no truths, admitting to the stupidity you exhibited that night and what happened after.

Once you closed your mouth shut, done and tired, Alfred wordlessly pointed towards the bottled water on the bedside table. He waited until you drained half a glass, and then he asked:

“How are you?” something in his eyes, and the used tone told you a lie would not cut it.

So, you swallowed the excuse always ready on the tip of your tongue and tried to piece together anything that would make sense.

“I’m… I’m not sure, honestly” a mirthless chuckle took the stage as your eyes roamed over the pale green walls and the popcorn ceiling, “I mean… it’s nice to be treated as a partner by him and to be invited into his life without having to fight for every bit of attention, but… I can’t help feeling like I’m getting ahead of myself” only then you could meet Alfred’s gaze, shrugging as the unshed tears welled in your eyes; it hurt to say what had been driving you mad for days “He could never want me. It just doesn’t make sense” feeling the foretold slip down your cheeks, you slumped forward; face hidden behind your hands as a silent sob wrecked your frame.

It was never supposed to happen. Any of it. You had half the mind to get up and run outside to hide the moment of weakness when a warm, heavy hand rested on your shoulder. Reluctantly, you raised your head. Only to see the aching sympathy in the older man’s eyes, which almost made you burst into tears. But that’s not what he wanted; you could tell.

Instead, Alfred offered you a warm smile and quickly found the right words to reply:

“I think you’re too harsh on yourself. You’re wonderful, and despite how thick that young man can be, Bruce appreciates you” you opened your lips to protest what sounded like a total load of wishful thinking, but Alfred was one step ahead as he raised a hand to silence you and added, “Dare I say, cares about you” there was a finality in his eyes that rendered you speechless.

Suddenly the countless objections seemed too weak to pass through your mouth. Only Bruce knew whether either of you was correct. And you were not going to ask him. It would not do.

***

The exercise in telling the story of that fateful election night came in handy a day later when your phone started ringing. The unknown number made you raise an eyebrow, but you picked up the call anyway.

“Hello?” trailing off, hoping the caller would fill in the gaps, you waited for an answer.

All the while, your fingers drummed out a chaotic rhythm on the tabletop. You were increasingly glad the study was quiet at this time.

“Good afternoon, Lieutenant James Gordon speaking. Is this-” with the suspicions confirmed, you could not hold back a pained sigh as you interrupted the cop with a fake chipper tone.

“Your accomplice from the Gotham Square Garden? Yeah, it is” hearing Gordon sigh in turn made the uncertain smirk on your face stay for good “I’d ask how come you have my number, but I suppose I should be smarter than that,” you mused out loud.

With some anxiety now rendered useless, you leaned back in the armchair. The embers in the fireplace were slowly burning out, leaving the room chilly and vacant. But at least it was safe.

“That would save us some time, for sure” you could hear the impatience in Gordon’s voice as he steered the conversation where he needed it to go, “I’m calling to remind you about the meeting I was hoping we could have…”

Of course. You knew that would never go away on its own, no matter how much you wanted it to.

“The not-an-interrogation? Is it time?” the quip, for sure, made the cop sigh with even greater annoyance.

You knew he would get used to it, eventually. If you had to do this, you might as well find any possible way to make the experience amusing.

“If you’d be so inclined,” the raised eyebrow in the statement was audible through the phone.

You snorted, shoulders shaking in a quiet bout of laughter. For the sake of it, you countered him with another question:

“Do I have a choice?”

“Not really,” Gordon replied without a beat wasted.

Despite logic, a smile broke out on your face as you rose from the chair with finality to your tone:

“Well, then… See you tomorrow, officer” ending the call before the man could say another word felt like a power play.

It was the least you could have. At once, your head was flooded with anxiety to go over the events and create a coherent story that was close to the truth but did not reveal anything about Vengeance. One that made sense to the third party but did not incriminate you. That is how you spent the rest of that afternoon and the evening, consulting the resulting version with Bruce so there would be no discrepancies. An idea formed in your head as you tried to fall asleep that night. A request you wanted to make and that only GCPD could grant you. It felt risky, but… it was worth a shot.

The next day, you showed up at the precinct with a takeaway coffee and an umbrella, the raindrops dripping onto the slabs on the floor. James Gordon was waiting for you by the reception desk next to the entrance. After a curt greeting, he led you through the maze of corridors to an unmarked office. You were glad it was not an interrogation room. At first, the conversation flowed the way you expected it to. The questions were all conventional: What do you usually do? How did you meet Vengeance? What have you two worked on together? How did you learn about The Riddler? About his plan?

You had all the answers, faultlessly navigating through the truths to present a tale Gordon wanted to hear. Omitting Bruce from the equation required control and presence of mind, but it worked out. He had no more questions.

“Well… thank you for the cooperation” Gordon closed the file and his notepad, the surprised lilt to the statement made you smile despite the adrenaline still leaving your system.

You took a sip of the lukewarm coffee and measured him with a pointed look.

“You didn’t expect it from me? I don’t blame you” shrugging upon his searching gaze, you shifted in the uncomfortable chair and asked, “So… why did you need this conversation?”

It was the best preamble to your request you could find. Although you expected Gordon to tell you to fuck off (maybe not quite in those exact words), he replied without a hesitation, his eyes never leaving your face:

“The investigation is still ongoing. Any facts we can get count” it was his turn to shrug as he added, “And seeing who your father was… Let’s say your statement can be of importance” the tentative word choice did not escape your notice.

You had been debating whether give him the full background knowledge on your family for hours the evening before. While you would rarely willingly share it with whoever, unable to deal with the never-ending pitying looks and suspicions, this time, it was better to bite the bullet before it could strike you. It was an easy lie to find, should Gordon check it with the city records. If he had any observations regarding your late father’s role in what happened twenty years before, he did not show it.

“Is he going to get a life sentence? In Arkham?” there was no need to specify who you had meant, nor was there a point concealing the curiosity in your voice.

It would make sense to him soon enough.

“It’s too early to say” the veil of secrecy had fallen upon his face.

Not that you expected anything else. You took a deep breath, steeling your nerves for the ordeal. The reason why you had to go through the questioning in the first place. Once you met Gordon’s gaze again, you knew he could see the resolution there. Its fortitude poured from your words as you spoke:

“I want to meet him” the moment your request hit the quiet space of the office, Gordon’s eyes widened.

He knew what you were asking for.

“I’m sorry?” the question was only preliminary.

A silent plea to change your mind and stop the madness this instant. A way out. You were not going to take it.

“I want to meet Nashton. Interview him. To ask him why…” despair crept into your voice, forcing you to shut up.

Before you could say too much. Judging how his face changed, you had to be very careful.

“No, there’s no chance I could let you-” Gordon leaned forward, his gaze hard and tone imposing.

The chances were low, so you never let him finish that sentence. Immediately put on the best puppy-eyed look you could muster and adopted the pleading tone:

“Please?” ignoring how Gordon rolled his eyes at your antics, you stumbled onwards, risking the vulnerability to appeal to his goodwill, “It’s the only thing I’ll ever ask for. It can stay between us,”

You meant it. Bruce had no clue those were your plans. For if he knew, he would have something to say about it. That is the last thing you wanted.

“But that’s… Jesus, are you sure?” Gordon’s resolve was breaking as he huffed out what sounded like a curse, damning your persuasion, “This guy makes no sense. It’s impossible to interrogate him” it felt like a last resort.

“I want to try. If it all goes to shit, I’ll leave” it should be easy, right? “So?”

The defeated sigh was all you needed to know you had won. Mentally, you punched the air. Physically – you cracked a smile.

“When?” the pained look in the cop’s eyes almost made you laugh.

“No time like now” instead, you met it straight on and glanced at the door in a simple suggestion.

***

Having never stepped inside the prison ward of the Arkham State Hospital, you felt an immediate shiver run down your spine, immersed in the drafty spaces and disjointed screams all around. Gordon was quiet on the way there, clearly unhappy with the decision you had made him take. He did not speak while he directed you through the checks and lied to the guards. But it was alright. It gave you time to adjust, take a deep breath and tune out the chaos of the place, doing your best to ignore that one persistent thought that was nearly impossible to escape. Your mother was somewhere here, in a different wing, on a different floor, but here. And you doubted you would be strong enough to see her anytime soon.

Before you could go on a tangent, likely bringing yourself to tears and effectively dismantling any sense of confidence you hoped to have, Gordon stopped by yet another non-descript metal door and turned to you with a stern look:

“That’s your stop” Gordon raised his hand to the pad next to the door, but before he started keying the code, he added, “The cameras are recording everything, but I’ll ask to have it deleted after. If shit goes south, just knock on the door. I’ll be waiting here” despite the harsh tone, you could tell he cared.

That he was not indifferent towards your safety. It was enough to light a tiny spark of gratitude in your heart.

“I’ll keep that in mind” you flashed him a thin smile and stepped closer to the door, your hands tightening into fists at your sides, “Watch out for the We Will Rock You beat” with that, you nodded at him to open the cell.

The last thing you saw before it opened was Gordon’s barely concealed eye roll. Then it was only the yellow clinical light of the cell and the glass window separating you from the man you had seen on the TV constantly the last few days. The door closed. You took a hesitant step inside as Nashton turned towards you. His wrists and neck were bound with a heavy chain, the non-assuming figure clad in an orange jumpsuit, complete with a prisoner number. Until you met his gaze, you could hardly fathom this was the orchestrator of it all. The killer and the brain behind so much chaos. Then his cold green eyes settled on you, and lips stretched into an amused smirk:

“To what do I owe the pleasure?” he strolled to the chair and sat down, never letting his gaze stray from you.

You suppressed a shudder and perched on the chair provided on your side of the window. It was best to get over the initial shock by using the chance you had received. Talk to him since you were able to.

“Curiosity, mostly” shrugging to mask the discomfort, you asked, “You know who I am?”

The lack of surprise in his eyes told you Nashton did know you. That the direct message he had sent you in that one video was not just a bluff or a throwaway line. But it was best to be sure.

His smile stretched even wider. He already was having fun with this.

“Of course I do. I take my research seriously” the vicious flash in his eyes should have been the warning, yet you never saw it coming, “Almost like your poor father” flinching as the words hit, your eyes widened while the Riddler drove his point forward mercilessly “It’s what got him in the end, isn’t it?”

You tightened your clammy palms into fists, letting the nails dig into your flesh. Hoping the pain would help you take another breath and find a response to something like that. You could hear your heart pounding in your ears as you murmured:

“Seems like you know more about it than I do,” the wavering in your voice was unmistakable.

Now Nashton knew he had struck the vein, and you had no doubts whether he would keep going. You could only sit there and try to gain back any sense of control over the conversation.

“Perhaps I do…” it was Riddler’s turn to shrug; his green eyes shone as his voice took a manic timbre you had never detected before, “I know that your father took his craft seriously. So much so that when he got the right scoop, getting the story was more important than the people it concerned. That’s what happened to Thomas and Martha Wayne” with each word he spoke, you could feel the control slipping, leaving you dizzy and overwhelmed, unable to comprehend the words spoken, “He was a ruthless reporter” Nashton raised his eyebrow as if to challenge you with the statement.

Despite knowing that it was precisely the reaction he had been hoping for, you lurched forward in your seat and interjected:

“You can’t-” your voice shrill and foreign in your ears, saturated with pain and despair to prove him wrong.

“Oh, but it happened,” he raised his voice to match your tone, the madness in his face finally coming to light at its finest “Your daddy might not be one of the people I want to destroy, but he was no hero” he took pleasure from the deepening horror on your face, from how your hands shook in your lap “Once he realised the Wayne’s were hiding something regarding Martha’s sanity, he dove right in” unable to look at him anymore, you squeezed your eyes shut as the words kept on striking, each feeling like a slap to your face “Dug so far deep, Mrs Wayne had another psychotic episode because she couldn’t handle her life ripped apart on the frontpages” what if he was right? You could not handle it if this were the truth, “But your father didn’t care. He wanted more” the harsh edge to the statement made you open your eyes with a quiet gasp.

Your whole body was aching with the weight of what was happening. Each insinuation tore through the carefully created image of your father that you always maintained in your head. This idea you would never think could be false. But what if it was?

“Why?” a lone tear trailed down your cheek as you asked.

The fight to seem collected was long lost.

“Same reason you’ve begun working on my case” Nashton’s tone suggested he found it amusing.

Little riddle you should already have an answer to.

“Enlighten me” you did not feel like playing; your voice was overpowered with tiredness.

“Fame. And fortune,” you winced as the answer filled the space.

“I don’t care about those” the automatic reaction was to scoff and deny, and it was the one you reached for when at a loss.

He did not care. You could see a flash of irritation on his face as Riddler shifted the topic:

“You also want to continue your father’s legacy” the sarcastic inflexion on the word did not escape your notice, but it hardly mattered when the next line of the attack fell, “When are you going to finish his job and tear into Bruce Wayne? He sure deserves it” the sickly satisfaction in his mad gaze made you shiver.

The question felt like a knife driven through your chest, piercing the heart and scraping the bones. You could barely keep yourself from wailing as the pain tore at your soul, tears filling in your eyes in a display you could no longer keep at bay. You could never do that. Not to Bruce, not-

“I’m not like that. I’d never-” the words poured out your mouth with a desperate tinge, your voice breaking and breath hitching, unable to piece together anything that could make sense.

He was not looking for it. Nashton jumped up to standing, his hands shaking in the heavy chains:

“Oh, but you already did. All I had to do was look through your articles, and I knew you’re just like your father” the instinct to cover your ears from his insults came a second too late; nothing prevented you from hearing the final taunt whispered with icy calculation, “Cold and ruthless. No wonder your mother couldn’t stand being around you,”

A sob ripped from your heart as you turned away from his cruel face. This time, your instincts were fast enough. Before you could remember Gordon’s instructions, your fist tapped out the beat on the steel door. You counted to five, and it opened. No glance behind was spared as you stepped out from the cell, and took a greedy bout of air.

Once you felt a hesitant touch on the shoulder, you remembered Gordon’s presence. His dark eyes peered into your face with concern, undoubtedly seeing the damage from the conversation. You could not bear to explain it or repeat the words and accusations. All you felt capable of doing was to meet Gordon’s gaze and whisper:

“I can’t stay here any longer” for once, the pleading for help did not hurt.

It was better than any alternative you could conceive then and there. Gordon understood. All traces of annoyance vanished from his face as he nodded and glanced towards the direction of the exit:

“I’ll drop you off at home. Come on” he checked whether the cell had been locked one last time and started down the hallway.

You did not waste a second following him.

***

Until the very last moment, Bruce considered not going to the meeting. Since the morning when Selina sent him the message with time and place, saying that she was going away and would like to see him one last time, he had been debating on the matter. Restless mind ran through the pros and cons until he could make up his mind. For a moment, Bruce had also considered sharing the dilemma with someone, wanting nothing more, but to get Her point of view on it. But then, considering her previous reactions to anything that had to do with Selina Kyle, he decided against it. His heart was still heavy, nonetheless.

An hour before the meeting, Bruce decided to leave early for the patrol and to swing by the Gotham Cemetery. In the end, the winning voice belonged to that inexplicable desire to close the chapter for good. To, at least once in his life, have closure. With Riddler captured and the city rebuilt from the ruins, the only thing left unresolved was his relationship with Selina. Or, rather, their partnership, which was as beneficial as it was problematic. Above all, she deserved a thank you. That much was beyond doubt.

As soon as that decision had been made, Bruce made another one. He texted the most important woman in his life (or just Her, as his brain tended to refer to the journalist, that he did not seem able or be willing to let go of) with the usual chit-chat, aware that she would read it after the meeting with Gordon. That was alright. He would tell her later about Selina and everything else.

It was one of the few changes he had started to try to implement in his life now that he was no longer alone. Or at least now he was willing to believe that he did not have to do it all on his own. It was still strange to get used to sometimes. Home seemed a little livelier with the sounds of her presence, the empty rooms less daunting and terrifying with their vastness. Bruce certainly surprised himself when all it took was one question concerning things to give to the charities after the flooding for him to unlock his parents’ bedroom and give her access to everything. It seemed like an obvious thing to do, yet something he had never even considered before. It was impossible to explain how it made him feel to see her wearing his mother’s clothes. It felt almost like hope. If Bruce still believed in such a thing.

Another attempt had been made to talk to her more, tell her his plans and why he did what he did. Communicate, as Alfred put it many times before, begging his young protégé to try harder. To open up before people that wanted the best for him. It always seemed infeasible. A feat too close to a vulnerability that could blow in his face. So, he did not do it. Until she came along, with her beautiful eyes and the ability to get under his skin like nobody else. Now he could hardly say no, constantly occupying his head with the things he could not wait to tell her once he returned. To share his thoughts and theories, knowing that she would listen and offer feedback. Knowing that he was heard.

It was almost as good as the sudden capacity to touch her. To kiss her lips whenever he felt like it and not need to find excuses for it. Because the wants were getting stronger. For the first time in his life, he did not always try to control them and smother them so they would never resurface. No, this time, Bruce gave in to that pull, to the desire to hold her, touch her and make her his. Because that was the end goal, wasn’t it? To call her his, to repeat that one night endlessly, and never, ever let go. The only trouble was that he did not know how to get there. How to express it without triggering her desire to run. Something he noticed early on but never dared address. Till it became yet another one of those unspeakable subjects. Like his feelings for her and the fact that he sometimes thought she felt the same. Could she, though? Was he even lovable like that, or was it just another fable he had fallen for?

Groaning with frustration, Bruce slowed down the motorcycle as he changed the lane and began the ascend towards the cemetery hill. The surprising lack of rain made for a pleasant evening, the clouds giving way to the warm, pinkish glow of the setting sun. Despite the painful connotations, he always enjoyed the view from up there. The grassy hill towered over the cityscape; the old stone tombstones spread over the space only added to the strange atmosphere. He parked the vehicle close to the Columbarium and started up the path as quietly as possible. Before long, he spotted Selina where she said she would be, staring at one of the plaques on the wall. Her bike was parked nearby, one of the faithful cats in her arms. For a spare second, Bruce was struck with an idiotic thought – how nice it would be to have a cat, or better, a dog at home. Then he shook his head at the ridiculousness of the idea and took a decisive step forward.

“You’re leaving,” Selina gasped at his softly spoken statement.

It was always difficult to judge the reaction when a simple greeting seemed stupid or awkward. Clearly, this time, Bruce messed it up.

“Jesus,” she muttered the curse as she turned towards him with the familiar exasperation on her face “Don’t you ever just say hello?”

And there it was. Bruce ignored the sudden desire to berate himself for missing the social queue and asked:

“Where will you go?” he watched as she carefully deposited the cat into the compartment on her motorcycle and closed it to keep the pet warm.

Selina shrugged, suddenly strangely bashful. It was hard to read her. A fact Bruce had come to accept, albeit begrudgingly.

“I don’t know. Upstate,” she seemed to decide there and then, meeting his gaze with that well-known fierceness “Bludhaven, maybe” she cocked her head, the insightful look back on her face, “Why? You asking me to stay? You know this place is never gonna change” throwing a glance at the Gotham skyline, Selina’s tone dripped with tiredness “With Carmine gone, it’s only gonna get worse for you. There’s gonna be a power grab. It’ll be bloody” the hint of a warning was surprising, but not unwelcome.

It was nothing new. Every day, Bruce battled with thoughts like those, urging him to stop the madness and give up being Batman. To cease hoping he could change anything in the city. To quit playing the hero because he was not one. Every day he encountered them and won.

“I know. But the city can change” repeating the belief like a mantra, he refused to give in to the doubts.

“It won’t” Selina stared at him sceptically.

It was evident he could not sway her. Not that it mattered. While Selina was important, and an essential partner that probably saved his life, her view on it was not that influential. It did not make Bruce change his mind.

“I have to try” he could hear hints of resentment in his voice, a sign he could not conceal despite the keen wishes to do so.

Selina only sighed quietly and met his gaze with tired resolution.

“It’s gonna kill you eventually. You know that” she did not wait for an answer before changing the topic to ask, “What about your friend?” the curious glint in her eyes was enough to suggest she did care about the answer.

For a split second, Bruce considered playing dumb. To pretend he had no clue who she had meant. But that seemed both futile and wrong. Mostly wrong towards the woman in question. And he could not have that. Not anymore.

“What about her?” feigning nonchalance, he chose to stare at the skyline.

The peach-coloured sunset spread over the horizon. It almost seemed like the night could bring a respite from the rain.

Neither of those observations stopped the mild heart rate pick up upon a thought regarding the journalist. That seemed inevitable these days.

“How is she doing?” he did not need to look at Selina to know she was smiling, the knowing gleam in her dark eyes, “That was a nasty blow to the head, back at the Garden,”

The reminder alone was enough to make Bruce wince. The image of her struck down by the thug was burned into his mind for eternity. As was the gripping fear he thought was beyond him. It wasn’t. Not when it concerned people he cared about.

“She’s alright” fighting the urge to smile, Bruce was suddenly grateful for the cover the cowl provided.

Hopefully, it was enough to prevent Selina from knowing too much.

“Good. You’ve seemed… close” the perceptive tone told him he was already too transparent.

Although, after Selina witnessed the conversation at Falcone’s, Bruce had no idea what he had been hoping for. Back then, only the sheer sense of self-preservation kept him from stepping out of the role. From dropping the act of Vengeance and becoming the Bruce Wayne She knew and needed. A role he long thought forgotten, yet one that recently became his reality. Someone he wanted to be, even if just for her.

“That’s a question?” getting rid of the sentimental thoughts was getting trickier each time he gave in to them.

So, he went back to pretending. Like always.

Which was a mistake this time. One glance at Selina told him she saw right through it.

“No. More like an observation” she scanned his face intently, finding whatever she had been looking for quickly, “But you’re not denying it, so… I’m sorry if I ever made things difficult for her and you,” the sombre tone had been the real surprise.

One that made Bruce stop, freezing all runaway thoughts for a beat. While there was a reason to apologise, Selina did not need to know it. He was quite sure his partner would not want him to drag out their dirty laundry in front of anybody else. Plus, hopefully, the kiss and everything else had been forgiven. Maybe, one day, he would tell Her how, at the time, she was already the only woman he had in sight. The only one he could not get out of his head. How that had not changed for weeks by now.

Not that he was keeping tabs.

“You didn’t know” the answer for Selina was simple.

“Still,” she shrugged, a tint of guilt quickly overridden by curiosity, “Does she share your blind devotion to this shithole?”

It was another question that kept him up whenever he went to sleep. Because the truth was, he didn’t know. And the fear was there. The fear that, one day, he would wake up, and she would be gone. Without a goodbye or an explanation. Because she hardly had a reason to stay other than the same stubborn sense of duty.

“She’s still here. If that’s what you’re asking” ignoring the rising anxiety, Bruce kept the cards as close as possible to his chest.

Selina was leaving. That was the takeaway. He was here to say goodbye, not to indulge in private conversation with someone who did not even know him. Not really.

“She cares then” Selina smirked as her gaze softened, yet again taking him by surprise; it was strange to see her so focused on something that related purely to him, “But that’s good. I’m glad you have someone around to keep you in check” this sentiment was even more of a shock, only just preparing him for what she had in mind “Just make sure you’re not waiting too long. Time passes quicker than we think” she hesitated, a certain weight to her gaze that made Bruce stop and stare, withholding his breath for whatever might come next “And I might not know her, but she seems worth so much more than this city and your sense of duty. Don’t ever forget that” she met his eyes, looking for a sign that he understood and would take it to heart.

Bruce could hardly offer her anything but a dumbfounded stare as her words sunk in and made his heart race. Because as much as it was terrifying to admit – she was probably right. That woman was worth more than Gotham and the Wayne fortune combined. He had no doubts about it. But it was one thing to know, even allow himself to feel, and another to say it to the woman in question. That seemed almost too risky.

But what if he never got the chance again? The answer to that question was even scarier.

Ignoring the internal meltdown, he only nodded, praying Selina would drop the topic. But it was fate that decided for them both. One glance at the horizon was all he needed to spot the signal, burning bright on the sunset skies. Someone needed him.

“You should go,” Selina’s whisper came at the perfect moment, offering him an out and easing the conscience.

He did what he had to do. He said goodbye, and now it was alright to leave. Selina took the cue herself, picking up the helmet and preparing to start the motorcycle. There was just one last thing left to say…

“Selina… Take care of yourself” it was not a challenge to let the mask slip away and show her that he meant it.

“Always, bat boy,” the answering confident grin was all the assurance he needed.

Neither of them had spoken again as they started up the bikes and began the descent from the cemetery hill. Now and then, Bruce would glance in the rearview mirror to check up on Selina. Until she disappeared from view, taking with her any sense of uncertainty. All that was left was one persistent thought – he had to confess. Soon. Just this once, Bruce had to use what chance got him and never let Her go.

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