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wandanatrules · 4 months

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My Obedient Little Wife

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pairing- dom beefy g!p nat x subby fem reader

summary - Natasha has just made you her wife and she is going to take her time worshipping you

warnings- smut, oral (both receiving), dirty talk, foul language, penetration, humping

note - thank you guys for all the support on my fics! I appreciate those of you who are sending requests. I am going to start working on those asap! please keep sending them in. I am also very grateful for those who message me. I love when you guys talk to me and ask me questions! Please read and interact with all my other fics and I hope you enjoy this one!

“Are you gonna take me to bed Natty?” You asked, looking up at her with those signature doe eyes and the sexy lip biting.

She was carrying you bridal style down the hall of the hotel you were staying at tonight, before you leave for your honeymoon the next morning. Since you had just had your well anticipated wedding, you were ready to finally consummate your marriage and let her claim you as her wife.

“Of course I am Mrs. Romanoff.” She said looking down at you with a smirk before pecking your lips. As soon as she arrived at the hotel room, she quickly unlocked the door eager to get her hands on you.

“You have been teasing me all day, baby girl.” She said throwing you on the king sized bed. “Walking down the aisle to be my wife, and then changing into this tight little dress to grind all on me in front of our family at the reception. You are driving me crazy.”

You sat on your knees on the bed looking up into her lust filled eyes. Feeling the need to touch her, you reached up to grope her chest, using one hand to try and unbutton her shirt. Growing frustrated, you used both hands to just pop the shirt open, buttons flying everywhere, finally getting a look at her chiseled abs, before finally getting her aching bulge in your hand.

“Baby, now you are my bride and I need to worship you, enough about me.” She said moving your hands away, and unzipping your dress. She lifted you up to pull it off completely. She kissed you on your plump lips, much like she did earlier on the altar, making out with you for a little bit, before moving south to your neck.

“I need everyone to know that you are mine and that I own you.” She growled out between the bruises she was leaving on your chest and the trail leading between the valley of your breasts, aiming to leave more love bites there.

“We need to get this off, so I can see these beautiful tits.” Her hand expertly reached behind you and unclipped your bra, letting it fall off and freeing your perky breasts. “Uggh baby, I will never get over how good you look. These plump tits are all for me.” At this point she was laying on your chest with your tits in her mouth, truly relishing the beauty of these attributes. She felt your breath hitch as she slowly bites the hardened bud, before smoothing over it with her tongue.

“Please nat, I need you.” You begged, pushing her head down to the place that you desperately needed it.

“Baby don’t rush, we have the rest of our lives together and tonight I want to take my time with you. She pushed you back down onto the bed, continuing her trail of bruises down your stomach stopping when she got to your pantyclad core.

“Please natty, please I need you.” You whined, rubbing your thighs together to try and ease the ache.

“Now little girl.” She said before ripping your thighs apart, “I was excited to have an obedient little wife, but I guess i’m going to have to teach you.”

She kissed your hips and between your thighs before noticing the wet spot on your white lacy panties, She put her nose on the spot, breathing in your scent before pushing her thumb down onto your clit through the panties. You writhed in pleasure finally feeling her where you need her the most.

She took the string of your panties between her teeth slowly pulling them down your thighs, until she got them off you completely and put them in the pocket of her suit pants.

Leaning down she stuck out her tongue flattening it before licking a stripe down your cunt. She smiled at the taste, not being able to get enough. “Oh my god baby girl, my wife tastes delicious.” She said licking her lips in satisfaction.

Diving in once again, she starts to eat you out like she’s been starved for a year. She harshly grips your hips and circles your puffy clit with her tongue. You buck your hips up trying to get more of her. She pushes you down and holds you there before picking up the pace, with her assault on your clit. She licks your cunt up and down, before sticking her tongue into your tight hole, fucking you slowly. You feel your breath start to hitch and your thighs start to twitch. You and your wife both knew you were close, so she removed her tongue from your cunt and entered two of her fingers, while going back to licking your clit.

After her tirelessly eating your pussy, you were finally to your breaking point. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel and you squirted. Nat removed her fingers from your cunt and used two fingers to quickly rub your pussy, to elongate your orgasm. She stuck her tongue out and tried to catch some of your cum, moaning at the taste.

“My goodness baby, you’re so messy. Look at you squirting all over me, showing off your drooling cunt.” She said flipping you over onto your hands and knees, making you squeal out of surprise.

“Seeing you like this has made me so hard baby, I just need to fuck my wife’s pussy in order to feel better.” She said before licking the cum off your cunt from behind to clean you up. She then pulled off her belt before stripping off her pants and boxers, leaving you both completely naked.

She quickly entered into your dripping hole, your tightness squeezing her deliciously. She was already so worked up from eating you out she could’ve cum already, but lucky for you her stamina was incredible. She picked up her pace, fucking you from behind. She focused her attention on your tight ass, rubbing and fondling your cheeks, while you pushed back onto her cock.

You were panting like a bitch in heat, as she continued to fuck you. You turned your head around to face her looking at how good she looked pounding into you. You pucker your lips signaling your need for a kiss. She leaned forward to kiss you, sloppily making out as you strained your neck. Her hands traveled up to cup your breasts and tweak your nipples.

She picked up the pace, feeling you getting closer as your cunt squeezed her aching prick. You felt her big dick in your intestines, as she pushed on the bulge appearing in your stomach.

The knot in your stomach unraveled for the second time tonight, leaving you to cream all over her cock. She guided your hips backwards to help you through your orgasm and put her over the edge.

“Dammit baby this pussy is so tight, it’s like it was made for me.” She said, slapping your ass and pulling you back deeper, using you as her own personal sex toy. This was enough to send her over the edge, and blow in your cunt. Her hot, wet stream of semen had traveled down your insides and filled your belly.

You got up and turned around, both of you kneeling in front of each other. You looked into her eyes before leaning down to put her penis in your mouth. You sucked on the head before licking the shaft up and down to clean off your shared arousal. She sucked in a breath, still sensitive from her previous orgasm. She grabbed you by the hair holding you there so she could thrust her hips up into your mouth while you gagged on her.

This was one of the most beautiful sights for her to see, so it didn’t take much for her to cum again. Another hot, wet stream of cum sliding down your throat, as you swallowed every thing she gave you. She then pulled you off of her and up by the hair to kiss you again. When the kiss grew heated, you took charge and pushed her back on the bed, straddling her waist. Your clit sat on her dick and you roughly grinded on her while making out. Your tongue entered her mouth as she sucked on it. You were panting in her mouth as you wildly humped her.

“Baby, if we don’t slow down I'm afraid we are gonna have a honeymoon baby.”

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angelic-sturniolos111 · 6 months

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Fresh Love Modeling 🍊

You never guessed that Chris Sturniolo would reach out for you to model his Fresh Love clothing brand. You had been following him on social media a while and definitely had a crush on him. What you didn’t know is that when Chris had seen your modeling portfolio he started crushing too. The two of you end up alone in his dressing room together after the photoshoot and things heat up.

chris sturniolo x fem! reader

entirely in Chris’s POV

warnings: cursing, flirty and smuttyyyyy

author’s note: writing this completely sleep deprived :) did not proofread lolz

I want to sit on his lap so bad in this pic

My Fresh Love brand is super important to me and I am so grateful that it has grown in popularity thanks to my fans. I want to grow this brand and reach out to creators and artists outside of the fandom in hopes that eventually Fresh Love Clothing can be sold in stores nationwide. A big part of Fresh Love, and any clothing brand, is the marketing which I take very seriously. I always want to have a diverse group of models, but ultimately they also should be attractive and have a cool aesthetic to be the face of the brand. I had sent out a model casting call last month, and my friend Tril and I were going through all the applications. Tril truly saw my vision and we were usually on the same page when it came to models we thought would work well for the brand.

Today was definitely a “work day” in the house— Nick was editing our recent car vlog, Matt was brainstorming video ideas, and Tril and I sat on the couch on our laptops going through hundreds of model portfolios together. We had been scrolling through applications for nearly two hours and I was honestly bored out of my mind. Luckily, we found a handful of models we like, but I still felt like one was missing. There was a certain look, a certain vibe, that I was looking for and I wasn’t sure what it was but I knew I’d know the second I saw them.

“Hey take a look at this one. I recognize this girl… I think she follows us on insta or something?” Tril says passing me his laptop. Damn. This girl was beyond fine. I scrolled through her portfolio pictures, and I really liked her modeling style. She didn’t look mainstream, which I liked, but she had a really unique look. “Do you recognize her?” Tril said interrupting my thoughts.

“No. I’d definitely remember her if I had seen her before.” I said. I went to the top of her application page, her name was Y/N.

“I like her portfolio and I think she’s a good fit for the brand.” Tril says.

“Absolutely. I really like her. I’m going to accept her application right now.” I said sending her an acceptance sheet back with the photo shoot information.

***

I laid in bed staring at the ceiling. I couldn’t sleep. I always have trouble falling asleep because I’ll have a thousand creative ideas that I bounce back and forth in my head, but this time I couldn’t sleep because I was thinking of Y/N. Tril said she followed us, right? I grab my phone and open instagram and typed her name in the search bar, and her profile popped up. She was following Tril and I as well as my brothers, our group account, and our podcast account. Nice, she’s a fan! I went through her posts and God, she was stunning. I wanted to follow her, but I knew if fans saw that they’d get all sorts of crazy ideas and make assumptions so I decided I’d wait to follow her until the Fresh Love shoot would be posted so everyone knew who she was. I looked at some modeling shots she posted, laid back pictures with her friends, and I was unapologetically looking for any signs that she was dating anyone which from her profile she appeared to be single. I saw some of her swimsuit modeling shots she had done recently, and I zoomed in on all parts of her body. Her amazing body. She had these thick thighs that contoured perfectly with her cute ass. My thoughts wandered off, thinking of how badly I wanted those thighs wrapped around my head. I got hard at the thought of it. I continued to mindlessly stalk her instagram before I finally fell asleep… dreaming of her.

*** one month later ***

It was Fresh Love photoshoot day, or as I thought of it, the day I finally get to meet Y/N after crushing on her this past month. I got to the studio before any of the models were scheduled to arrive so I could talk with the photographers and mark out the spaces where I wanted to shoot. I get upstairs and see someone siting in a chair outside the photography studio. When they hear me approaching they look up, and my breath hitches in my throat, it was Y/N. My heart immediately started beating faster, but I knew I had to keep it cool both professionally and so I don’t utterly embarrass myself in front of her.

“Chris! Hey, I’m sorry I know the models aren’t supposed to be here for another hour. Honestly I was hoping to catch a moment alone with you before we shoot.” She says nervously with a big, beautiful smile on her face. She wanted to see me? Alone? I hadn’t realize I went silent for a moment while I was caught up in my thoughts until Y/N interrupted.

“Umm I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m just such a huge fan of yours and your brothers, and I wanted to tell you that. Also to tell you I am so grateful and excited to be modeling for Fresh Love. I love your brand and own a few things from it already just from following you for a while now.” She says.

“Oh, no you didn’t scare me! Sorry, I guess I just wasn’t expecting to see anyone this early. I’m happy to hear you’re a fan, and thanks for supporting my brothers and I, it means a lot. I really liked your modeling application and I’ve been looking forward to shooting with you.” I replied. I looked and sounded collected on the outside, but on the inside I was definitely nervous. I’m usually super confident talking to girls, even ones that I like, but Y/N had me acting different. She gave me a sweet smile before we walked into the studio together.

The other models started showing up as I led them to their dressing rooms where their Fresh Love clothing was waiting for them to change into. I stood in front of the backdrop for the first set of pictures and saw as the models rounded the corner all dressed in Fresh Love. Y/N wore the emerald green sweat set, and damn she looked good. The bright color just worked so perfectly with her complexion and brought out the color in her beautiful eyes. Seeing my own brand on her body drove me crazy. Man, this chick has me on a leash.

As time went by the photographers took group shots of all the models together, and some individual shots of each of them. When it came time for Y/N individual shots she was a natural. Her poses were relaxed, but strong and confident at the same time. She really wore the brand well and I was looking forward to seeing the results. She wraps up her individual shots and starts walking over to me.

“So, how did I look?” She says giving me a flirtatious look.

“Really, really great. I was thinking maybe we can get some pictures of just us two together for the Fresh Love instagram.” I said.

“Sounds great!” She says with a smile. She takes a step closer to me and leans in slightly, “Should I go change?” She asks but this time quieter so only I could hear. She makes me so nervous.

“Y-yeah. There’s, um, there’s a pair of joggers and a t-shirt in your dressing room if you want to change into that for me.” I said stuttering.

“Of course, anything for you.” She says confidently flirting with me. I think she can tell she made me nervous, and she was taking advantage of it. That’s so hot.

***

This time I was wearing the black hoodie and jogger set while Y/N wore the gray joggers and blue t-shirt. I sat on the couch we were using for the shoot, and she comes out of her dressing room to join me. She looked really great. I smiled at her and moved over so she could sit on the couch next to me.

“I’m thinking for the first few poses we just sit here kinda relaxed, looking at the camera. Then we do some where you stand behind the couch leaning over it while I sit here in front of you.” I said.

“Yeah sounds good!.” She says, and with that we start posing for the camera. The photographer has us scotch closer together, and I drape my arm behind her on the top of the couch. It was difficult to keep my eyes on the camera because all I wanted to do in the moment was to look at her. She moves off the couch to position herself behind it. “Like this, Chris?” She asks.

I turn around and see her bent over, arms crossed on the back of the couch. Fuck, her ass looks nice bent over like this. “Yeah, looks great.” I smile at her. I turn back around and the camera continues to click. We move around slightly to get different angles. She moves one of her hands to rest on my shoulder. I feel her hand slide up the back of my neck as her fingertips gently play around with my hair. The tension was palpable. I sharply inhale, a chill moving down my spine, I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my cool much longer.

“Okay how about we call that a wrap for today. Great job everyone thanks so much for being here.” I blurt out getting off the couch, shaking a few of the photographers hands, before I quickly run into my dressing room without turning back.

***

In the dressing room I can hear the photographers packing up their gear and leave. The other models had gone home for the day, and I wasn’t sure if Y/N had left yet either. I found my answer when I hear a slight knock at the door, “Chris?” She says faintly, “Can I come in?” I’m frozen, I don’t answer before she comes into the room still dressed in her Fresh Love fit. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda frantic towards the end there.” She asks sincerely. I seriously debated telling her I liked her, but I knew that wouldn’t be professional of me.

“Yeah, I just get nervous shooting sometimes.” I lied. Y/N scoffs a little.

“You, nervous? I’ve never been more nervous for a photoshoot before. Having THE Chris Sturniolo sitting inches away for me all day long is something I had only ever dreamed of.” She laughs. “You definitely made me nervous today. God, I’m sorry I sound like such a stupid fangirl right now.” She says looking down.

“I never would have thought you were nervous. You seemed super confident today.” I say.

“Maybe. I tried to be confident so I could impress you.”

“Impress me?” I say a little surprised. She looks up and nods her head. I stand up and approach her meeting her in the middle of the room, “You’ve impressed me plenty, pretty girl.” I’m unsure of where this sudden boldness came from, but I could tell Y/N liked it when her body relaxed, and I could see her whole demeanor change. She looked up at me with seductive eyes.

“I’m glad to hear that,” she runs her hand up my arm before resting it on my chest, “I’m sure I can impress you in other ways too.” Her eyes flash from mine down to my noticeable, growing erection, and then back up to my lips. I can’t keep it in any longer. I lean down and kiss her soft lips, her hand meets the side of my face and my lips part for her to deepen the kiss moving her tongue across mine. We step back and my back hits the wall when her lips move from mine down to my neck bitting and sucking ever so gently.

“Fuck.” I moan softly. I feel her smile into my neck, and she moves a hand down to gingerly palm my boner over my pants.

“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this all day.” She says breathlessly as she pulls away from my neck to look me in the eyes.

“Oh yeah? What else have you wanted to do princess?” I ask suggestively. She smiles, and with that she drops to her knees. She hooks her fingers in the band of my sweatpants before pulling them down to my knees. She places soft kisses on my dick through my underwear, and the slight contact made me groan.

“Eager, aren’t we?” She says as she begins to pull my underwear down. My rock hard dick springs up and hits my stomach and her eyes widen while her mouth parts. She looks up at me and I begin to wrap her hair in my hand holding it back for her while the other gripped the chair next to me as I brace myself. She plants tiny kisses on my thighs on either side of my dick, and the teasing had my cock twitching with every kiss.

“Please, Y/N, please stop teasing.” I sigh. She runs her tongue from the base of my cock on the underside of my dick to the tip where she licks the precum from the slit. She swirls her tongue around my head a few times before pulling away and spitting into her hand. She spreads the wetness on my length as she pumps me a few times before wrapping her lips around my head and pushing her head forward. I let out a moan when I feel my dick hit the back of her throat. She keeps one hand tight at the base of my cock, pumping and twisting it as she bobs her head up and down on it. I’m a whimpering mess. My grip tightens in her hair as I help move her head at a steady pace. Her hand lets go of my shaft as she moves her head all the way forward, taking my full length into her mouth gagging slightly. I look down to see her already looking up at me with tears forming in her eyes. I felt my dick twitch in her mouth as I was close to cumming, but I tugged her hair and pulled her off my length before I could do so.

I move the chair I had been grabbing onto with one hand as my other reached for her chin and guided her to stand.

“Sit.” I demanded. She obliged and sat in the chair as I got to my knees and started pulling the sweatpants off of her. I caress her thighs with my big hands before pulling her thong off and I stare at her dripping wet cunt.

“Did I make you this wet?” I ask, and all she can do is shake her head. “I want you to use your words pretty girl.”

“Yes.” She whines out. “You always make me this wet.”

“Always?” I question. “Do you think about me when you touch yourself?” I ask. She nods her head again.

“Yes.” She says.

“Do you use your fingers when you touch yourself, princess?”

“Yes” she says. My fingertips move agonizingly slow up and down her folds spreading the wetness around.

“And who’s fingers do you imagine are pumping inside of you when you’re touching yourself baby.”

“Yours Chris. Always yours.” She moans out. Without warning I shove two of my fingers deep into her cunt eliciting a sweet moan from her lips. I pump my fingers in and out of her at a fast pace causing her to grip the back of my head roughly, my hair tight in between her fingers. I kitty lick her clit and curl my fingers inside her.

“F-fuck Chris.” She moans out. I continue moving my fingers in and out of her while I lay my tongue flat licking up and down her clit, sucking on it for a few seconds at a time. She pants, trying to catch her breath as she breathes heavier.

“Chris. CHRIS— I’m gonna cum.” With that I immediately pull my fingers out of her and raise my head.

“Not yet, princess. I want you to cum all over my cock for me baby.” I wrap my arms under her thighs and lift her off of the seat carrying her over to the makeup vanity counter across the room. I place her down and she stands facing me.

She reaches for the hem of her shirt to take it off, and I abruptly stop her grabbing her wrist tightly.

“Leave it on princess. I want to watch myself fucking you while you wear my clothes.”

My hands reach her waist and turn her around roughly pushing down on her upper back to bend her over across the counter. I look in the mirror to see her flushed face and eyes blown with lust. I had never been so sex hungry before. I ripped my hoodie off, and began to align my dick at her entrance. I slid the head of my dick in between her folds getting it nice and wet before I pushed in slowly making me groan loudly. Y/N gasps as I enter her, not ready for my size. I bottom out and stand still, letting her adjust to my length. Suddenly, without warning she begins to lean forward and back moving herself on my cock.

“Please move, Chris.” She begged. I smiled at her in the mirror. I started moving in and out of her with slow, hard thrusts. Her walls were warm and tight around my cock. We moaned together as I kept the steady pace.

“Chris?” She says.

“What is it princess?” I look at her in the mirror, half of her now messy hair covering her flushed pink face. She adjusts her arms to grab the front of the countertop. She lifts her chest up slightly, and the FRESH on her shirt is now visible in the mirror.

“Fuck me. Harder.” She pleads, and that was all I needed to hear. I went absolutely feral. I grabbed her hair with one hand making sure to pull her up enough that I could see her Fresh Love shirt in the mirror. My other hand laid flat just above her ass, pushing down so I could balance myself as I relentlessly thrust in and out of her tight pussy.

“Fuck. Fuck, Y/N! You feel so good pretty girl.”

“Chris, I’m gonna cum…” She whines breathlessly.

“Good girl. I want you to cum all over my cock for me.” I say back. We make eye contact in the mirror and I feel her walls clench around me sending a pulsating sensation through my cock, and I knew I was close too. Her face scrunches and she repeatedly moans my name. I feel her cunt tighten and relax around me as she comes all over my cock, and we maintain eye contact as she does.

Seeing her face while she came on my dick was what I needed. My thrusts got harder and sloppier as I felt my dick twitch inside her.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N! Oh, FUCK.” I moan loudly as I feel myself release my big load into her pussy, my cum coating her walls. I thrust a few more times riding out my high before pulling out seeing our orgasms drip out of her cunt. Y/N turns to face me, and tries to stand but fails as her knees wobble and she grabs the countertop as to not fall down. My hands grab her sides to help balance her.

“You’re amazing, princess.” I say to her. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” I place a gentle kiss on her lips before moving my hands to the bottom of her shirt pulling it up. She raises her arms up as I lift the Fresh Love tee over her head. I crouch down and gently begin wiping her clean with the t-shirt.

“Chris! Not the Fresh Love shirt!” Y/N says surprised and in a concerned tone of voice.

“Baby, it’s my brand. I can do whatever the fuck I want with it.” I smirk, earning a cute giggle from her.

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This was my first time writing smut and I think it’s kinda trash but lmk what your thoughts are.

- Kay 🖤

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starrylevi · 5 months

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hi! I’m new to your page but your writing is so skilled! So here I am requesting a Levi x reader post war, where the reader insist on taking Levi stargazing? And at some point the reader’s hand get cold and Levi insists on warming her up? Thank youuu! 🧡

Hi!! And welcome!!! You’re so very sweet, I truly don’t think so but thank you! This is such a cute request it kinda got away from me (in a good way) 😅 I hope it’s okay.

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“Y’know this can be considered kidnapping,” Levi jokes from the passenger seat.

You place one hand over your chest, feigning shock as the other still grips the steering wheel. “I would never,” you continue before placing both hands back on the wheel. “Besides,” you briefly glance at him with a grin. “You came willingly.”

Levi saved you from a terrible fate, slicing the fingers off a titan before it had the chance to swallow you whole. After, you insisted that he come over to your place so you can make him a cup of tea. It’s the least you could do is what you told him. Levi’s not one to accept a gracious offer like this from a civilian but there was something about you that was inviting to him, and he couldn’t help but give in to his curiosity. You two spent the next hour talking. Well, it was mostly you doing the talking but you asked Levi questions and surprisingly he answered. After that initial meeting, you checked in on him from time to time. He got used to you popping in. Your visits became so frequent his squad knew you by name.

The rumbling followed shortly after and you didn’t hear from him for a little while. Of course you were worried. You surprised yourself, and him, by practically jumping on him the day he got back. Since then, you two have been closer than ever.

“Come on, you’re not even going give me the slightest hint?”

You fight back a chuckle as you answer. “Weren’t you a captain? Aren’t captains supposed to be patient?”

“I wouldn’t have gotten anything done as a captain if I were always patient now, would I?”

“Fair enough.” You look ahead at the road in front of you, appreciating the sight. It’s a nice evening, the sky has transitioned from a deep blue to an almost black. Sparkles of light are start to peek out.

“Stars.”

“What about them?”

“We’re going to see them.”

“I see them every night.”

“Not like this. We’re stargazing tonight.”

You drive down a deserted road; the light pollution fades away as you approach a lake. You see the brilliant shine of its water and smile.

“Okay, this should be fine.” You say before stopping the car. You don’t turn off the headlights so you can see what you’re doing. You grab Levi’s wheelchair from the bed of your truck and help him onto it before you wheel him right in front of the lake.

“Trying to drown me?” You can hear the smirk in his voice.

“I would never drown Humanity’s Strongest Soldier.” You say with a little more admiration than you mean to. Levi hums in response and you take it as your cue to get your seat. “Be right back!”

You feel a steady breeze hit you as you walk to and from the truck. You approach Levi with your chair in tow. His head is tilted upwards, towards the sky.

“So…what do you think?” You ask him as you take your place next to him.

“Not bad.” He nods to himself, seemingly admiring the stars scattered above him.

“Right?” You smile, gently nudging him with your elbow as you take in the view yourself. Your eyes jump from star to star. “Can you spot any of the constellations?”

You glance at Levi and you can see him scanning over the pattern of the stars for a moment before finding a familiar sight. “Orion.”

“Good eye.” You smile but it quickly drops when you realize what you just said, not wanting Levi to think you’re making fun of him. “Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“It’s alright.” Levi cuts you off with a small chuckle. “I only have the one. I’m grateful it can still do its job.”

You sigh, relieved, and go back to admiring the stars. You both sit there in comforting silence for a while. The breeze starts to pick up and you feel the uncomfortable chill prickle at your skin. You don’t want to be the reason you two back up and go home so you try to subtly blow warm air into your hands. That, of course, does not go unnoticed by Levi.

“Cold?”

“A little but it’s okay -“

As if by reflex, Levi places a gentle hand over your cold one.

“Does that help?” He asks you, his eyes seemingly say they hope it does and it’s hard for you to answer because he’s so warm?

Levi interprets your lack of response for you not wanting his hand on yours so he ends up quickly pulling back. “Sorry.” He says quietly, the lightest pink coloring his cheeks. However, that doesn’t stop him from trying to help you. “We can also share my jacket if that’s better.” He tries to drape it over both yours and his knees but it isn’t long enough.

“Levi-“

“I don’t need it, it’s fine. You can stick your hands under it.” He drapes it just over your knees.

“Levi…” You start slowly, a smile in your voice. “How about we just,” You pick up his wrist, creating an opening so you can lean into him. Levi looks a bit startled but he follows your lead and wraps his arm around your shoulder. “And now the jacket can cover both of us. Is that okay?”

“T-that works.” He breathes out before he covers the both of you with his jacket.

There’s another moment of silence before Levi speaks once again. “Thank you.” He utters quietly.

“For what?” You ask him as you stare up at the sky.

“Showing me the stars.” ✨

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goldenempyrean · 8 months

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Beyond The Office Walls

〚 Day 14 - ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’ 〛

〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - She may be your boss, but it takes getting to sick to realise that she maybe more than that. 〛

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Looking out over the office, something just seemed off. Nothing was out of place per say, but everyone seemed to be getting on with their business like any other day. But that was when she noticed it. The desk by the window - your desk - was empty.

Not empty in the way someone leaves it when they just pop out for coffee, no. Your desk was empty. No bags or files in sight. Every other reporter had already arrived by now. That wasn’t just odd. Quite frankly it was concerning.

Ever since buying CatCo you’d always arrived at least 20 minutes earlier than required, regularly arriving at the same time as herself. As such the two of you had gotten friendly, often grabbing a coffee for that other and Lena couldn’t quite place it but there was just something about you that made her heart flutter just a little.

She was just tapping into your number on her phone when she saw you shuffle into sight, planting yourself down in a less then grateful manner. Something was wrong.

Your eyes, usually bright and full of energy, were dulled by exhaustion. Your normally impeccable attire looked dishevelled, as if you'd hastily thrown on whatever was within reach this morning. Lena couldn't help but notice the way you kept sniffing and rubbing at your nose, and she could see the telltale redness around your eyes.

Concern etched across Lena's face as she watched you, unable to contain her worry any longer. She sent you a quick text message: "Hey, are you okay? You don't look well at all." She watched as your phone buzzed on your desk, hoping you'd read her message.

Meanwhile, she discreetly reached into her desk drawer and pulled out a packet of tissues, slipping them into her back pocket before standing up and heading over towards your desk. She made small talk with other employees as to not seem so intruding before she came to sit on the corner of your desk.

“I didn’t see you this morning.” She said as she casually picked up one of the reports you’d laid out, smiling at your perfectly scripted notes.

A series of soft sniffles punctuated the air as you leaned back in your chair, looking up at Lena with tired eyes. Your voice was scratchy as you replied, “Yeah, I was just running late.” You stopped to clear you throat, which didn’t really help rid it of its raspy edge, “Sorry if I kept you waiting or anything.”

Lena arched an eyebrow, her concern deepening. "You don't sound so great," she commented, her fingers lightly touching your forehead as if checking for a fever. "You're not coming down with something, are you?"

You shook your head, only it did little to change her mind, “I’ll work through it I promise.” You coughed to the side before shifting your attention back to your work.

Lena couldn't help but feel a pang of worry deep in her chest. Your insistence on pushing through didn't sit well with her, not when she could see how uncomfortable you truly were. She continued to observe you, her concern growing with every sniffle.

She sighed and softly uttered, "I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason I am." Her voice was filled with genuine concern as she reached into her pocket and pulled out the packet of tissues she had stashed earlier. She extended it towards you, her eyes locked onto yours.

You hesitated for a moment before accepting the tissues, offering her a faint, appreciative smile. "Thanks," you murmured, your voice still raspy. "I'll be fine, really. I just have a lot I need to finish today.”

Lena's hand moved to gently cup your cheek, her thumb brushing against your skin in a soothing manner. "You don't have to be a hero, you know," she whispered softly. "Do you really think it’s smart to be working when you’re obviously feeling like shit.”

Your eyes widened, you hadn’t heard her swear at work before but nonetheless you found yourself leaning into her touch, closing your eyes briefly and savouring the warmth of her hand against your face. "I just... I don’t want to let anyone down, we’re all on deadlines here." you admitted, your voice cracked slightly before you spluttered off into a cough.

Lena's expression softened even further, and she leaned in closer, her eyes locked onto yours. "You're not letting anyone down," she said earnestly. "And you certainly aren't letting me down.”

You tried to smile but you were interrupted as you sneezed down into your elbow. Unable to resist any longer, Lena reached into her back pocket and pulled out the packet of tissues she had stashed there. She placed it gently on your desk, right next to your elbow. "Here," she said softly, "you might need these."

You gave her a weak but appreciative smile, accepting the tissues. "Thanks, Lena." Your voice was even raspier now, and you couldn't help but wince as a particularly nasty sneeze overtook you. "Ugh, sorry about that."

Lena waved off your apology with a caring look. "No need to apologise. You shouldn't be working in this condition, you know. It's good for you at all."

You shrugged, attempting to sound nonchalant despite the obvious discomfort you were in. "I've had worse. It'll pass, I just need to get on with this.” You tapped your pen on the side of your desk, only it slipped through your fingers and rolled onto the floor, landing at your bosses' feet.

Lena sighed as she picked up the pen, placing it in your hand gently before she leaned in closer, her voice lowered to a more intimate tone. "You know," she began, "I shouldn't be worried about you, but for some reason, I am."

Your eyes met hers, and in that moment, you could see the genuine worry and care reflected in her gaze at she stared down at you. You didn't know how or why, but it warmed your heart somehow. It made you feel warm inside. "Lena," you whispered, your voice betraying your exhaustion as it rasped and cracked, "You don’t need to be worried about me. I promise I can take care of myself.”

Lena's fingers lightly brushed against your arm, a soft smile playing at the corners of her lips. "Well, I can't help it," she admitted, her voice filled with sincerity and sympathy, "There's just something about you that makes me want to look after you. There’s something special about you, and I want to know what it is."

As Lena confessed her feelings, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of hope building up inside your chest. Maybe, just maybe, this had brought something unexpected into your life. You leaned in a little closer, your noses nearly touching, and you whispered back, "I'm not sure what it is, but I feel the same way about you.”

The loud chattering office seemed to fade into the background as the pair of you shared a moment of connection, your illness momentarily forgotten. The air between you was charged with unspoken emotions, and you both knew that something special was happening. Something which could change your futures.

Lena's thumb gently traced circles on your arm as she leaned even closer, her lips barely an inch from yours.

"You know," she murmured, her voice soft and inviting, "maybe you don't have to work through this cold alone. Maybe I could... take care of you." Her warm breath brushed against your lips, causing your heart to jitter and flutter with anticipation.

Your eyes locked onto hers, and the world around you seemed to vanish. You were no longer in your office surrounded by colleagues, you were with her and her alone, "I'd like that," you whispered, your voice filled with a mixture of desire and vulnerability, “I’d like that a lot.”

Lena closed the remaining distance between your lips, and the kiss that followed was gentle yet electric, filling you with a warmth you hadn’t felt in years. It was a promise of something new, a connection that went beyond the office walls.

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sparkly-scales · 2 months

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Jealous Much? Tav x Astarion, BG3

Summary:

“Darling, I’m so glad you had fun sauntering around like an inebriated peacock, but it’s time for us to retire for the night. Our friend here can find somewhere else to bury his blade.” Venom drips from his words as he glares daggers at the blade of frontiers. His grip tightens around you as he leads you away. You turn your head and silently mouth the words sorry before focusing your attention on your lover. “Astarion, what’s gotten into you?” He turns to you, a wicked grin spreads across his face. “It seems my little love has forgotten her place.” Your possessive, jealous, vampire spawn boyfriend has a breeding kink.

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This is my first time writing smut so please bear with me here. This started off as more of an exercise to improve my writing skills but this is how it ended up. Thank you for choosing to read my fic, you could have (and probably should have) chosen any other fic to read but you chose mine and I am eternally grateful for that!

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You glide and twirl across the camp as Wyll guides you through a complex waltz. You were not much of a dancer, that was a well known fact as you struggled to keep up with Wyll’s intricate movements. You can’t help but laugh as you accidentally trip over your own two feet. Wylls arms catch you before you fall flat onto your face and you lean into him to catch your balance. Eventually you recompose yourself and continue on with the dance, attempting to follow along. You’re having so much fun that you don’t notice the pale elf brooding off in the distance, his crimson eyes glaring a silent warning at the two of you as you continue on with your dance. He despised the way you were looking at Wyll, allowing him to hold you so close to his chest, allowing the devil to run his hands over your body like that. The Audacity. Had you forgotten that you were his? Truly darling?

Perhaps you needed a reminder.

He continues to watch you intently as Wyll dips you one last time feeling relieved once Wyll releases you from his hold. The two of you back away from another in a fit of giggles.

“I told you I sucked at this.” You say. That’s something he could agree with, he thinks. You really were a terrible dancer. You reminded him of a drunkard he had once met at a tavern in Rivington. If it weren’t for Wyll he would have found your efforts quite entertaining.

Wyll laughs as he looks down at you, a sly smirk on his face. “You were not joking. But I’m certain you can improve. Nothing a little practice can’t fix.”

“Are you inviting me back for lessons?” You ask, watching as Wyll’s face turns the slightest shade of pink.

“I am.” He says, taking your hand into his and placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles. If looks could kill Wyll would be a dead man. “Would that be something- You're surprised when Astarion pops up beside you, snatching your hand away from Wyll while wrapping his arm firmly around your waist.

You turn your head and silently mouth the words sorry before focusing your attention on your lover. “Astarion, what’s gotten into you?”

He turns to you, a wicked grin spreads across his face. “It seems my little love has forgotten her place.”

“We were just dancing.” You say. “It wasn’t anything like that.”

“Are you sure about that? Because when I was watching it didn’t seem that way. The way he held you in his arms, the way you looked at one another. The way he kissed your knuckles… There was a spark there. And I need to douse it before it becomes a blaze.” He says, shoving you into his tent.

You place a hand over your chest feigning shock, realizing what was happening. “Astarion Acunin, are you…jealous?” You ask, smirking up at him. He doesn’t answer you and he doesn’t look the slightest bit amused as he shuffles into his tent.

“Undress. Now.” He commands.

You hesitate at first, taking a moment to take the sight of him in. He looks almost feral. His silver curls are wild, freed from their pomade prison. His fangs are bared and his pupils are blown so wide that his eyes almost look black. Seeing him so disheveled, so undone, made your thighs tremble in a way they hadn’t before. You liked seeing this side of him and you wanted to push it further.

“Make me.” You say, folding your arms over your chest defiantly.

That fanged grin of his grows, his pointy canines now on full display. “Oh you play a dangerous game, darling.” He growls. “But if you insist.”

In a split second he’s on top of you, straddling you and pinning you to the ground. He unsheathes his dagger, placing the cool metal of the blade on your collar bone. He slowly runs it down to the center of your chest, just where the opening of your tunic begins. “Hold still or I might just cut you.”

You force yourself to stay as still as a statue, watching intently as he moves the blade down the fabric of your shirt, the material ripping in its wake as it travels further down the length of your body. By the time he’s done your clothes are nothing but scraps of fabric scattered around you. He’s a bit caught off guard when he discovers that you’re not wearing undergarments.

“There, much better. But I can’t help but notice your lack of underwear. Were you expecting something little love? Or rather someone?” He asks, resting the blade of his dagger on your inner thigh.

In all honesty you had just been in such a hurry that morning that you had forgotten to put them on. But you weren’t going to tell him that. You instead say,

“Maybe I was.”

You feel the steel of his blade dig a little deeper into your thigh as he presses it into your skin. “Dare I ask who?”

You shrug nonchalantly. “I suppose whoever would want to satisfy me on this fine night.” You don’t really mean that. You would never think to seek out someone else’s company, especially when this handsome, pale elf was so keen on you. Deep down you were certain he knew that too but who's to say he wasn’t enjoying this little game of yours just as much as you were?

“You have some gall you know? I’ve always liked that about you.” He lowers himself so that his face is close to yours. You can feel the icy chill of his breath as he speaks. “But, I think it’s time that I remind you that you’re mine.”

Before you have the chance to protest his lips crash down onto yours, pulling you into a deep, sloppy, kiss. His fangs graze your bottom lip in the moment, drawing a small amount of blood which he happily laps up. Once he’s satisfied he begins to trail his kisses down your neck, occasionally stopping to suckle on your flesh. Tender red and purple marks are left in his wake as he travels further down your body, little warnings to those who dared to try and court you. You are taken. You are his.

You gasp as his mouth finds your nipple, suckling at the sensitive little pink bud while his fingers simultaneously travel down your body until they find what they’re looking for. Your clit is aching for him, the feeling between your thighs growing ever stronger as he continues to suckle and kiss the most sensative areas of your flesh. You want to give in right then and there, to soothe the feeling that’s growing ever stronger within your core. But you’re loving this little game you’ve accidentally started. Being disobedient and brattish makes him wild and dangerous. And if there’s anything you’ve learned about yourself in the past several weeks it’s that you love danger. He gently slides his fingers between your folds, grunting in approval when he feels how slick you are.

“I doubt this is any of Wyll’s doing.” He says, breaking the kiss to taunt you. “Gods you are absolutely soaked darling.”

“And what if it is Wyll’s doing? What if it is Wyll that makes me so wet?” You ask.

Without warning he shoves two of his fingers deep inside of you, extracting an elicit moan from your lips. Music to his ears. “Then I’ll just have to do better, won’t I? And with as vanilla as he is, that won’t be difficult to do.” He turns his attention to your other breast as he continues to shove his fingers in and out of you. You try to hold back your moans, doing your very best to keep quiet but this just feels so damned good. His palm brushes your clit as he does so, teasing that little bundle of nerves and you can feel yourself getting close. Gods, you’re so so close. And then he stops. You can’t believe the noise that comes out of you when he retracts his hand.

He props himself up onto his knees, looking down at you with that smug grin he wore so well. That bastard! Gods If you could only see the look on your face right now. A mixture of disappointment and desperation, a result of the pleasure he had so deviously denied you.

“What? Not satisfied, darling?” He asks, his voice taunting.

“You’re an asshole!” You growl, moving to get up. He places a hand on your chest, stopping you before you can get up off the ground.

“And where do you think you’re going?”

You hesitate for a moment, knowing what you’re about to say is going to set him off, but you ultimately let the words slip off your tongue. “I’m going to go find Wyll, perhaps he can finish-

His hand is around your throat, gripping it tightly. “I don’t want to hear you say his name again tonight? Is that understood?” You nod, but he keeps his hand in place. “The only name I want coming off those perfect lips of yours is mine.” He releases you before he flips you onto your stomach, lifting your hips to where your ass is up in the air. You feel yourself getting excited, the ache between your thighs growing stronger now as you imagine the feeling of his cock filling you. You instead get something else entirely. A loud smack sounds throughout the camp as his hand makes contact with your ass cheek. You let out a surprised yelp. This was certainly unexpected.

“You’ve been a very naughty girl tonight? You know that, don’t you darling?” He asks before smacking you again. “Answer me.”

“Ye-yes.” You say, your voice quivering.

He smacks you again, this time hitting your other cheek, your skin stings from the contact. “But I’ll admit, I think I rather enjoy it when you’re naughty like this. Playing these little mind games with me.” He lowers himself down to your ear, his breath hot as he growls, “Because in the end I get to punish you. And I’ve always wanted to fuck you as punishment.”

One last smack and you can hear him shuffling behind you, presumably unlacing his trousers.

“If I were still alive do you know how I’d show the world that you’re mine?” He asks, lining up the tip of his cock to your slick entrance.

“How?”

He grabs your hips and pulls you closer to him. “I’d breed you. I’d fuck you every night, spilling my spend into you until you were heavy and swollen with my child! The world would know that you belonged to me and no one would dare try and take you!”

“Then breed me. Fuck me. Show me I’m yours.”

That’s all he needs to hear. He thrusts into you, hard, filling you to the brim with his cock. You cry out his name as he stretches out your walls, the wet, slapping sound of his body clashing with yours fills the air around you with a lewd ambience. With how slick you are you’d be surprised if your other companions didn’t hear the wet, squelching, sounds of you getting fucked. If they didn’t they certainly heard the moans and cries of Astarions name crying from your lips. Desperate pleas begging for more.

“Yes Darling, let them know who you belong to!” He exclaims, continuing to thrust himself as deep as he can into you. “Let them know who’s fucking you right now. Let them know that you’re mine!”

“God’s Astarion! Yes, I’m yours! I’m yours!” You cry. He continues on, keeping his pace steady as he slams in and out of you. You’re so close again and he knows it by the way your body tightens beneath him, the way you tighten around his cock.

“Come for me my love. For me and me only.”

It doesn't take much longer until you’re brought to bliss. You throw your head back as your orgasm tears through your core, your thighs shake as your walls clench around his cock. His name falls off your lips once more before you’re a panting, quivering, mess beneath him.

“Gods darling. I’m…I’m so close.” He growls. It doesn’t take long before he reaches his own climax, letting out a series of primal sounding grunts as he buries himself deep into you, holding you there as he releases his spend. By the time it’s all said and done the two of you are a sweaty tangled mess of limbs. He holds you close to him as the two of you take a moment of reprieve.

“So, do you think Wyll could ever elicit those sounds from you?” He asks, breaking the momentary silence that had formed between the two of you.

“No. I think you’re the only one who can unravel me like this.” You say, burying your face into his chest. “You had no reason to be jealous.”

He scoffs. “Jealous? Darling, please. I wasn’t jealous in the slightest. I was just playing along with your little game. As if Wyll could ever steal you away from me.”

“The game didn’t start until after you got me in your tent.” You say, smirking up at him.

He lets out a sigh. “Fine, maybe I was a little jealous. But can you blame me? You’re the most exquisite creature I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing my bed with. I don’t want someone else to come along and ruin our fun. That would ruin me.”

“You don’t have to worry about that, I promise.” You reassure him. “By the way, interesting little kink you’ve got there. Pregnant women get you going eh?”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not elaborating on it if that’s what you’re trying to do here.” He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before pulling you closer to him. “Now rest my love. We have to get up early and we only have so much time left before the sun rises.”

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notallthoseinheadspace · 7 days

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Little hurt/comfort speculative post-canon TBB piece since I suspect canon is going to be all hurt.

Echo and Tech talk out their time under enemy control. PG, Gen.

CWs: PTSD, panic attacks, grief, mentions of injury

STRONGER

“It doesn’t get better if you don’t talk about it, you know.”

Snarling, Tech whirled around, unaccustomed anger biting under his skin. “You don’t - ah.” Wincing, he ducked his head and leaned back against the wall, ignoring the lights flickering to life across the island as he pushed his repaired goggles up to rub at the scars that spiderwebbed across his face. “Apologies, Echo. I did not realize it was you speaking. And, if you will forgive the insensitivity of the statement, it is… easy to forget that you were once The Algorithm.”

“Really,” Echo answered drily, gesturing to himself with his scomp link. Tech shrugged, slipping his goggles off entirely and letting them dangle from his wrist as he rubbed at his scars further.

“To me, you are as I have always known you, simply in better health than when we… initially met.”

“When you unplugged me from a cryo-tube I was wired into being forced to calculate plans to kill as many of my brothers as possible, you mean.”

“Well… yes.” Wincing, Tech slid down to sit against the sun-warmed paving stones, propping his back against the wall. After a moment, Echo settled beside him, close enough to very gently knock their shoulders together.

“I am aware that discussion of traumatic events can help reduce their psychological impact,” Tech began hesitantly, staring down at the goggles he was restlessly twisting in his hands rather than looking at Echo. “However, that would first require me to have a greater understanding of both my own prior psychological state and recall the conditioning I was subjected to on Tantiss, which I do not, and also comprehend why Crosshair was immune to such conditioning when I was not, and-”

The frantic, ever-hastening tumble of words was halted by Echo’s hand gripping his shoulder, giving him the lightest of shakes - everyone was treating him as though he was fragile, now, as though his scars had not healed.

“Tech, breathe.”

Tech sucked in a deep breath, then winced and coughed weakly, one hand rising to rub at the starburst scar high on his left pectoral, the bacta patch on it not entirely removing the pain. Perhaps everyone’s current treatment of him was not unwarranted.

Echo kept the hand on his shoulder, the gentle grip grounding, until Tech’s breathing had regained a more normal rhythm, and for several minutes they sat in silence, watching the moon-yos scampering about in the trees.

“I don’t imagine Crosshair’s going to use his rifle again,” Echo said softly, apropos of apparently nothing, and Tech exhaled sharply with another wince.

“I am certainly fortunate to have survived. A direct hit from a Firepuncher rifle bolt, particularly one modified as Crosshair’s has been, would typically result in death regardless of the quality of one’s armor.”

“I don’t think he’s ever been grateful to have missed a target,” Echo remarked, “even if you did pop up and declare ‘Crosshair, you missed,’ you little shit.”

“It was an accurate observation! I have not known Crosshair to miss a target without injury being involved, and I was unaware of his tremor at the time, so I had no basis for comprehending such a phenomenon! Also, I did not ‘pop up’ - ”

“No, you stayed down long enough to give all of us heart attacks, because your damn helmet fell off - ”

“I do not understand what the - truly inadequate, I might add - state of the Empire’s armor has to do with inducing myocardial infarctions in the squad - ”

“ - and we saw your face on the assassin Crosshair had just shot - ”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“….he would not be the first of us to kill a clone,” Tech said softly, leaning a little more heavily against Echo’s shoulder. “I would not, in fact, even be the first clone he had killed, and I was willing to give my life to ensure the survival of the squad previously. His actions were objectively correct, even if he had been aware of my identity at the time.”

“If he’d been aware of your identity, he never would have taken the shot,” Echo countered, shifting enough for his head to rest ever-so-gently against Tech’s.

“Not taking the shot would have been illogical. I was a threat to the lives of the squad at the time.”

“Feelings aren’t logical or objective, Tech.”

“I am aware, which is why they are often difficult for me to process. I am struggling to even categorize the emotions my experience as a CX-trooper have left me with, although I have identified guilt, inadequacy, anger, resentment, and what I believe to be grief. I was unable to resist the programming as Crosshair was, despite having been deliberately engineered for my intellect, for the strength of my mind, while Crosshair, who was created to - to shoot accurately - was able to resist the entirety of the reconditioning, and to escape Tantiss with Omega’s help, while I was so fully under the command of our enemy that I not only destroyed our home, I returned our sister to them!”

His voice had been steadily rising throughout, and it shattered into sharp gasps on the last words, prompting Echo to turn and gently pull Tech against his chest, wrapping him gently in an embrace and rocking them gently from side to side, stroking Tech’s hair as the other clone trembled against his chest.

The moon had fully risen by the time Tech’s breathing slowed again and he drew back slightly from Echo’s embrace, turning so that he was resting with his shoulder against Echo’s chest and his head tucked under his chin.

“I should have been stronger.”

“You were plenty strong, Tech.”

“Echo, I am aware you have not been present for significant portions of my - ”

“Tech. I can read a damned report whether I was present for something or not. And I’m not focused on what you did, I’m focused on what you didn’t do.”

“…please elaborate.”

“You landed the charges on the Marauder while Wrecker and Gonky were outside of it and gave them time to get clear, rather than blowing it up with them inside. You didn’t shoot Hunter, you shot down the pilot of the ship he was trying to hijack and let him swim away. You scared the civilians here, but you didn’t hurt any of them.”

“I killed numerous members of Rex’s team on Teth.”

“Do you want me to tell you how many deaths I’m responsible for? Because I’ve calculated that, you know. Should I have been stronger?”

“Echo, our situations were completely different and comparing them would be pointless. Furthermore, you were not deliberately mutated specifically to have a significantly increased intellect which should have offered immunity to - ”

“Have you considered that it wasn’t intellect that protected Crosshair?”

“Clearly it was not a matter of his intellect, as mine did not… ah.”

“He didn’t outsmart it, he out-stubborned it.”

“That hypothesis seems entirely reasonable, yes. However, I shall not endeavor to test it.” Wincing, Tech sat up slowly, bracing himself on one of Echo’s knees to rise to his feet, then offering a hand down, which was calmly accepted.

When they were both standing, Echo jostled their shoulders together gently. “So, feeling better?”

Tech blinked. “…somewhat, yes, thank you.”

“Anytime, brother.”

FIN

Short and kinda bad but I just needed them talking it out and Echo being his good ori’vod self. Tech is Not Coping Well and needed a hug.

The initial idea of this had less talking and Cody was there at the end telling them they both now understood how regs felt after Order 66, but that version failed to materialize when I got to my keyboard.

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cherry-pop-elf · 20 days

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Late Night Cutie Pie

Newt Scamander X Knight Bus Worker! Reader

((Can be read as platonic))

While working on the bus, a famous little face pops itself into the open doors. A sweetheart that’s been stressed out of his mind, and you do what you do best. Help those in need. Along with show you might have a talent for Nifflers, on top of a talent for flustering Magizoologists

Warnings: very adorable fluff, tooth rotting fluff, fluster newt, newt being painfully adorable, and of course TEDDY SHENANIGANS

“Ooooo we got a celebrity joining us tonight-!” You heard you coworker, a talking head, shout to you. You wondered who that could be, as you finished tidying up the beds. Ready for whatever lost soul is needing a good rest. Pillows fluffed, blankets laid out, and wheels oiled to keep people from flying.

“Oh no no. Im not celebrity-“ A almost timid voice would speak, as you hurried down from the upper floor. Once your shoes hit the ground, your eyes went wide with who they landed on. A man in a blue jacket, fluffy hair, and a suit case in hand. Newt Scamander. In the flesh.

“No way-“ You whispered, before those big blue eyes were on you. He gave a shy little wave, before rummaging in his pocket. Pulling out his ticket, and snapping you back to reality. As instinct, you were quick to sort it out. Not even needing to look at your hands, as you kept them on him. Snip, snap, POP, done!

“Normally we never pry, but uh. What’s a guy like you doing on a bus like ours-?” You asked. You were a Knight Bus Worker. You had to be social, after all. So being direct with people, no matter the face, is an important skill to have. One that was leaving him embarrassed.

“Well, seems you know who I am. Guess you can kinda put two and two together. Not many people trust that I’ll keep my friends under control.” He admits, with a smile that said it hurt him. They were animals. Not their fault after all. You won’t lie, though. It’s touching how he would simply turn those people away. Compared to following their rules, and leaving his friends behind.

“I mean, we’ve had the shadiest people come on here. Better to have Hippogriff shit on the bed than human shit. Least with a bird like that, you know they couldn’t help it.” You would put, rather bluntly, which had him smile. Knowing he wouldn’t be a burden to anyone on the bus, given you were being very direct with him. Compared to sugar coating, or babying him because of his Hufflepuff nature. People tended to do that, and even he was getting annoyed. A welcome change it was.

“I’ll take you to the upper floor, so you can have more room. Not a lot of people go up there, because of motion sickness. So you’ll have plenty of room to stretch your legs-!” You comforted, as you were making his night. A place to actually rest, and work with his care. You were just his angel. He wanted to hug you so badly, and you can tell with his arms tensing. Once a Hufflepuff, always a Hufflepuff.

“Bring it in-“ You reassured, and he nearly lifted you off the ground. Made you wheeze, but you couldn’t deny it. Hufflepuffs gave the best hugs. Not many people liked to treat you more than part of the bus, so it was a very nice change. Felt good to get a hug.

“Truly, I am so grateful. Be nice to sleep in a bed for a while. Not to say I do not enjoy nature, but we all live in certain environments for a reason after all." The older man said, when he finally set you free. Must be so hard, world traveling. Maybe he was home sick, so he was back in England for a while. Maybe animals were in need. Who knows! You just know he needed rest.

"Come on up then." You would escort him to the second floor of the double decker bus, and would lead him to a freshly made bed. You also made sure the frame was secure, wheels smooth, anything that could cause issues in his stay. Just wanting him to get some rest. As you did, you were not aware of Newt having a panic attack behind you. The moment you turned; he quickly hid his suitcase. Smiling big, with eyes darting everywhere.

"Doing alright? Seem a bit shaken, what's up?" You asked, as he keeps his nervous smile. A tug at his collar, before his eyes were now staring at something behind you. That made you raise a brow, before you slowly turned around. Just as you did, something jumped on you. You gave a shout, before you were tumbling into the once Hufflepuff. Both of you crashing to the ground.

"TEDDY-! NO! WEVE BEEN OVER THIS-!" You heard him shout, as you were helped up. Now you had a niffler choking you out, given he was dangling off your lanyard. Now knowing it was a niffler, you weren't upset. Your lanyard had many shiny pins and buttons. It can't be helped.

"Aw, you want a pin?" You cooed, as you soon scooped the little gremlin into your arms. Him still holding the lanyard, as Newt calmed down. Surprised to see Teddy calm as well. Just looking up at you with those big eyes. Sparkling with desire. You knew what to do, given many a child has ridden the bus. For one reason or another.

"Here is a nice shiny pin, all for you." You smiled, as you rummaged in your pocket. Soon you had a pin in hand, designed to look like the knight bus. With glittery windows, that made it sparkle like stars. That had the niffler let go of the lanyard, and make grabby hands for the pin. Into his tiny hands it went, and he hugged it tightly. A little chirp of happiness, before it went into his pouch. Safe and sound. Now he was satisfied, for the time being.

"Amazing..." Newt whispered, before he would take Teddy back. The little guy was quick to pull the new possession out, and showed it to his dad. Newt gave a 'ooo' and his eyes sparkled all the same. Just like a father, to a toddler. Melted your heart, to see a bond. How he kissed Teddy's head, and he gave chirps of joy.

"You have a talent for animals, I can see it clear as day. Teddy is always a handful, but like that you had it under control. No panic, and quick to find a solution. Amazing." He praised you, resulting a heavy blush on your face. What a praise and honor it was. Newt Scamander, praising your skills.

"Toddlers and nifflers are basically the same thing." You brushed off, before the bus was quick to make its sharp stop. You didnt move a inch, of course, but the father and son went flying. You winced, when Newt slammed into the window. He did, however, made sure to keep teddy wrapped around his arms. Pressed into his chest, so that the little thing suffered as little damage as possible. Such a pure soul.

"There is a reason we have complinetry sleeping potions and pain killers. Check the bedside table, back to work I go!" You waved goodbye, with Teddy waving bye as well. Since his dad was busy with new back pain.

Just like how it always was. Taking tickets, escorting newbies, comforting lost children, punching a drunk here and there. A typical night for the bus. As it was getting closer to the end of your shift, you would go and check on the famous celebrity. Up the stairs, and to the second floor.

There he was. His brief case locked to the bed frame, with an enchanted chain, and his coat hung up. His face pressed into the pillow, showing his knocked out face. Drooling, in a much needed rest. All the while little Teddy was snuggled close to his father. His face tucked under the man’s chin, and tiny hands hugging his dress shirt close. Safe, under the man’s arm.

You would sneak over, and make sure the blanket was pulled high enough for him and Teddy. Poor souls needed it. You wouldn’t be surprised if he would spend a few nights here. As if you would complain. The company would be needed, and who knows. Maybe a Pest Control guy would be needed. Sure get wild animagi coming in sometimes.

With Newt tucked in, and adjusting the pillow for Teddy, you would return down the stairs. All to be teased by that talking head for growing overly friendly with the celebrity. All it took was a flick, and he was spinning. That had you laugh, as you stretched.

Never a dull night, on that bus.

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i remembered the idea of Alpha!Mayoi Ayase and the gears are turning. so ig i am writing something for his day v quickly- just some ramble about him in a rut and a gn!reader finding him

NSFW under cut~!

ik ik the logical idea would be to have omega!mayoi but really consider him being an alpha~ :3

if he's in a rut, he's avoiding everyone more than he usually is. he's so fucking ashamed of himself. the shame eats at him and swallows him whole that any rational thought is thrown out in favour of hiding so he can deal with the problem himself.

hell thats even assuming he leaves his room- well actually- he might leave his room in order to go to the most secluded spots of ES that he can think of

100% is crying as he tries to jack himself off. crying- whimpering- moaning in that way he usually does but now it is actually because of something sexual- the whole 9 yards

poor baby if you find him- he would be groveling at your feet apologising. he's so disgusting for revealing his true nature to you like this (he didn't do anything. you just found him like this) he has held your kindness too close to his heart and now he fears you'll despise him for the wretched being he is (he moaned your name a couple times)

if you offer to help him out during his rut, he's going to have an internal struggle. he would nearly pounce on you before his anxiety kicks in and he starts clutching at your legs and asking if it's truly okay

it takes some convincing, but less than normal because his rut is altering his brain chemistry.

would hold off as long as he can to prep you, but foreplay is very sloppy and quick. he needs to be in you. he's begging to be in you.

the minute his dick is in your hole, any self control is out the window. he is ROUGH and FAST. lord help you.

so so vocal. mostly apologising and praising/thanking you between moans and whimpers. he describes everything he's feeling in such detail it's almost like you could feel it too.

drools. drools and bites. he is also apologising for all the mess. he is a very messy person when in a rut. if you let him claim you fully, he's- well first he's gonna cry- second he's gonna mark you up completely. lets you return the favour after because "I'm yours as much as you are mine, darling~ Maybe even more so~"

once his knot pops into place, he's holding you as tight as he can without hurting you and laying down. whispers more thanks and apologies into your hair and kisses your face all over. he's so grateful that he might start up again even before his knot fully relaxes. just humping into your hole until you're both too overstimulated to talk

after everything, is treating you like a precious glass sculpture. absolutely spoils you with care and affection. goes into the following week even in subtle ways like everything you need/thought you loss appearing. sometimes he leaves sticky notes with love hearts so you know exactly who it's from. sweetheart mayoi my beloved scrungly forever mwuah mwuah 💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚💚

#Minty's Musings #Minty Rambles #esxreadernsfwmonth2023 #nsft es!!#enstars x reader smut #mayoi ayase smut #mayoi ayase x reader smut #mayoi ayase my beloved #i wanna kiss him all over his cute face #i wanna take care of him and feed him strawberries and cream #treat him like a princess and snuggle #i say after writing a ramble where he fucks you beyond dumb #nahaaaaaa~ what can i say ;3c #love love love mayoi ayase #mwwwuah~!#i dont talk abt him enough here...#not proofread btw like the rest of my shit HA #all stream of consciousness...#mayoi ayase x reader

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1437purplehearts · 23 days

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JEON JUNGKOOK: UNEXPECTEDLY | Part 1

🥀Genre/tags: strangers to friends to lovers, fame,jk, fluff, angst, smut, young adults (18+) may contain mentions of kissing, sex in numerous instances, it might get a bit explicit… (18+)

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Jungkook finally having free time to himself since debuting as the Idol group “BTS”, and after completing military service, decides after a weeks of being back to get on live while he works out at a local gym he used to frequent before he was enlisted. Jungkook is really into working out. For him it’s a way to destress from a busy day and also to distract himself from any kind of feelings of loneliness. He’s not the type to express his emotions too openly to anyone and if they ask it’s too frustrating to put into words. He doesn’t bother to seek temporary affection or company from any outsiders because things like that can get messy really quickly. Outside of his friends and team he sees on a regular basis while at work, his fans are the only other things he gives his energy to outside of working out. His family doesn’t live in the city and he doesn’t get to see them much either but he talks to them whenever they call or can answer for a check in. Jk planned on visiting them later when he had more time and when they were able to be present and spend time with him.

He has a few solo events lined up here and there but those are a few weeks away. Then the groups schedule will be back in full force; music making, performances, photo shoots, music videos and in person events just like they did the last 10 years.

Yes 10 whole years. That’s a lot for any artist to be on top the way he and his friends are. The group is literally legendary for those who know of them and as the days go by their popularity increases and new fans join their beloved fanbase. The very reason he’s able to live as comfortably as he does in his huge penthouse in the middle of Seoul. He’s really grateful for them so doing things like going live and spending a few mins sometimes a bit over an hour at a time is a bit less than work for him. As closed off as he can be he’s vulnerable with his fans on rare occasions and they get a tiny peak into his life but still no one truly knows him.

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~JK~

It’s a Saturday night in February at Master Mins Boxing Gym. My boxing coach, Mr. Min usually leaves his doors open a bit late just for me to come and have a private session with him for obvious reasons. It’s towards the end of our training for the day. I’m taking a break between & read all the comments that pop up on my screen as I turn on the live video and prop up my phone for the fans to see. I smile at the camera and turn to Mr. Min.

“They’re coming in. The people are coming in.”

“Yeah?” Mr. Min responds as he’s readjusting the bags I just finished pounding my gloved fist into.

“Yeah my armies are coming in now.” I say turning back to the live heavily breathing. “I’m so tired I could die!”

As I read the comments I notice a friend has toned in.

Jimin is one of my best friends and beloved vocalist just as much as I am. We have known each other for years trained and became the world famous group “BTS” under one of the now most successful entertainment companies to date “VIBE”. Me and my other group mates are one of the main reasons that this company thrives. Namjoon is our group leader. Him and Min Yoongi are producers as well as rappers. Tae shares the responsibility of being one of the main creative directors for the company with me;is also a successful actor and one of the groups four vocalist. Hoseok (Hobi); world famous dancer/choreographer, and rapper for the group as well. Lastly, Jin; also vocalist, is a bit older than us but anyone that knows him knows he is a big freaking kid. He had always been around taking care of us like a big brother and is well respected. They are all like family to me actually. I actually went into my military service with Jimin as my enlistment buddy and it really helped a lot having someone familiar alongside me during that time.

So when I do see Jimin’s comment pop up I immediately get excited and smile into the camera.

“Oh Jimin is here too! Hurry & come. Jimin is here!” I turn around & gesture Mr.Min to come over to say hello.

His heavy footsteps carry him over & I turn back to face the camera where I can see how much of a sweaty mess I actually am while my long hairs dangle wildly in my face.

“Jimin, you need to come box too.” Mr. Min jokes before returning to his tasks in the background.

Everyone immediately commenting to say hello to him and Jimin, just as Hobi joins the live and starts the back and forth teasing a joking we always do with eachother. They tend to hop on here and make themselves known sometimes so fans are aware and used to the foolery. After a few minutes of that I advise that I’m going to finish up my training while they watch and quickly return to Mr. Mins side and hold out my arms to have him fix my gloves back on. I was already tired for sure but we were almost done.

We did a few drills & then shape exercises. By the end of it I was ready to pass out I was sweating so bad & couldn’t catch my breathe. I sat down at the end & looked at the comments again & prepared to say goodbye to everybody on live.

“Everyone, my workout is done. I will go now.” I said waving at the camera even though I wasn’t turning it off at that very second.

“My stamina is not going away.” I said while using my fist to drum down on my legs for no other reason than being high on adrenalin. “No I mean… my breathlessness won’t go away so easily.”

After reading a few goodbyes from my beloved army I waved again at the camera.

“I’ll go now. BYE!”

Shutting off the live I let Mr. Min him know I’d stop by again some other time since he had asked earlier about me coming often again like I used to. I thought it’d be a good idea for me so I won’t stay bored & drink too much beer. Which I have a habit of doing. I’m not an alcoholic though. I just have a drink every now and then while I’m at home or out with friends over a big meal.

I gathered my phone & bag as Mr. Min started to clean up before he closed for good tonight. I headed out the door first saying my final goodbye to him & dug out the keys to my car from my pocket, unlocked the car & got in with everything.

I took a moment to breathe & enjoy the dark & quietness thinking about how long I’d walk Beau when I get home he’d been cooped up in there alone for at least four hours since I had a couple errands to run today and because I’d been gone away for over a year while he was at an extended care center we needed to do some extra bonding time. The neighborhood isn’t too far from the gym. I sigh & turn on the car & drive off. Serendipity starts to play on the radio. This is one of Jimins popular songs. I always thought his voice was super perfect for the song. He has such unique voice.

After about 30 mins of driving which honestly felt like 10 I arrived home. I pulled into the parking garage & found my spot. It was bright & smelled like fresh air with a dab of dry rubber the way a parking lot always smells.

Tonight was a warm & breezy night in Seoul. Perfect for me since I just finished that hard workout & Beau will really enjoy it too he’s been in the house alone about 3 hours while I was at the gym. I took the elevator up & walked to my front door as soon as I was in Beau came running to me with kisses. I chuckled and groaned in fondness as I tried to keep him from licking my eye. He is quite big for a puppy but he’s also a Doberman they are usually this big.

“Hi Beau, Hi boy.” I rubbed his fur playfully as he finally settled down from his excitement then walked past him to put down my bag.

“Did you miss me Beaumi? Daddy was gone too long huh?” I turned on a single light once I reached my room & placed the bag near the closet. I decided to put my hair up & was feeling thirsty so I walked to the kitchen while putting it in a bun like I always did when I’ve had enough of it in my face. I hadn’t bothered getting a haircut since I’ve been back being that my head was shaved not so cleanly before I went away and had to basically stay that way in order to maintain the militaries strict dress code. My hair has gotten so long & Army seems to love it too.

I grabbed water bottle filled it up for me & also a bottle for Beau. It’s one of those

dog bottles that allows them to drink comfortably on walks. I put on a small pack & put them both in after taking a drink from mine. Then reached to grab Beaus leash where it was hanging. Not in even touching it all the way he came running to sit in front of me to hook it on. I chuckled because I find it amusing he seemed to know he’s going on a walk. A minute later we head out the door & I lock up behind us. I put in my headphones & pressed play making sure I could still hear my surroundings.

We walked to the elevator & down to the side door leading outside the parking garage. As expected Beau was full of energy and if he wasn’t properly trained he’d probably drag me down the street.

I walked down at least 3 blocks & started turning left to go the back way back to my neighborhood. Beau starts barking & I hold tightly to his leash, stopping my steps abruptly before making it all the way around the corner of the bricked building that happened to be a convenience store I sometimes go to for late night snacks. I see a girl there not too far from us dancing…very well might add. I mentally curse myself for even thinking that. Nevertheless it makes me smile a bit. I was just really impressed considering what I do for a living. I bend down and pet the pup to let him know it was ok.

“It’s alright Beaumi.” Before I can look up I hear a startled scream.

“AHH!”

I stand up straight fast Beau & I now both staring at the very pretty brown skinned girl.

I could almost feel my cheeks start to burn but bit my lip ring instead shuffling awkwardly.

“Hi… are you ok?”

She’s holding her chest slightly bent over breathing heavily with a shocked look still plastered on her face.

She then let out a sigh pressing stop on the music she was listening to & said. “Wooh… yeah y-you scared me.”

“I’m so sorry…I thought you’d hear my dog barking.” I let out a soft laugh to try reassuring her that it was safe while pausing my music as well to hear her better.

It worked because she returned my laugh & I could see her shyly blushing after doing a once over of me. I instantly froze up where I was standing as she did so. I was almost scared she recognized who I was & I’d have to deal with someone who didn’t respect boundaries. The way she was also frozen in place staring deeply at me made me even more nervous but in the same instance…curious. She wasn’t freaking out the way I expected she might.

Finally after a moment more of silence she responded to me.

“No. Uh not at all. I was so int-“ she stopped & started blushing again. Even with her brown skin I could see the redness in her cheeks… she was… glowing?

“You’re a good dancer.” I offered, allowing myself to relax & take a few steps closer to her.

“Haha well. I enjoy it very much. I sometimes get caught up in my own world when a good song comes on. Like I’m performing for a huge audience & I’m one of the hottest artists out.”

With that she made the sassiest but I swear cutest facial expression & put her hand on her hip.

“Oh,Yeah?” By now I still wasn’t sure if she recognized me or not.

The temperature seemed to be dropping & Beau was restlessly shuffling beside me. She looked down at him & smiled.

“Yeah. What’s this cuties name?”

“Oh. This is Beaumi.” I said smiling a big smile kneeling next to him to give him rubs.

She cooed. “Aww so cute. Is he friendly?”

I looked up at her & noticed she had gotten closer to us. “Uh yeah he is. Right Beau?” I look at him still rubbing his back.

“Can I pet him?” She asked.

I stood up. “Yeah of course. He can never get enough rubs.”

She chuckled then cautiously stuck her hand out to rub him on the head & behind his ear. Her touch seemed so delicate. I could tell Beau was in heaven from it. Her nails were nice short, shaped like almonds & painted a jade green. That’s the first thing I noticed before stealing a look at her outfit. It was a pair of cargo pants same color as mine that hugged her in all the right places & a black v-cut crop top long sleeve shirt with those thumb holes. Basically the same outfit as mine but more feminine. I smiled to myself at this coincidence. When she stood back up after being done petting the pup. I noticed her belly ring. It had sapphire diamonds in it. I could clearly see green was her favorite color or at least is my guess judging by the green sparkly headphones and phone case; but sapphire? Was she born the same month as me? Why do I even care if she were or not? She was wearing what seemed like a fresh pair of black & white vans & her hair was in a half up half down style. It was really pretty…her curls. I smiled to myself then asked.

“You live around here?”

“Yeah actually I just moved here from the US. I’ve been wanting to travel here for a while now actually. I’ve been studying the language for at least a year because of my work.

I simply nodded. “Wow that’s so cool. Do you know a lot already?”

She shook her head & blushed. “Actually not really.”

“Oh. That’s ok I’m sure you’ll pick up faster being here where everyone speaks it everyday.” I offered.

“Yeah of course.“

There was brief moment of silence again & then she broke it.

“Uh. You live around here too I take it?”

“Yeah a bit less than a half mile I was actually heading home.” I gestured in the direction.

“Oh well. I guess I shouldn’t hold you then…”she smiled & stepped aside to let us by.

I realized how long we’d been standing there & it was definitely getting late & I was exhausted.

“Yeah. Of course.” I nodded goodbye & began to walk past but some strange feeling inside me made stop & I turned to her once more.

“Oh, just a tip it’s not too safe to be out this late alone…”

She was already looking at me. This time I could see her brown eyes more clearly. They had a hint of a honey color & made her eyes sparkle under the street light. So…beautiful.

“Of course. I should head back home too.” She seemed hesitant but then began walking the direction I was about to go.

“Wait… You live this way too?” I said as I began my walk again with Beau right beside me.

She turned to look at me but kept walking still. “Yeah Seoul Estates.”

I furrowed my eyebrows surprised because that’s where I live and I found it a bit weird she’s just giving out the name of her place to a complete stranger because to her right now as far as I can tell I definitely was to her. How come I haven’t seen her around?

“Really? That…that’s where we live.”

By now we were walking side by side.

“Oh? so we’re neighbors then?” She asked questioning the obvious.

“I guess so.” I shrugged in response. Then I asked,“What’s your name?”

“Y/F/N. But If it’s easier you can call me Y/N/N.”

“Y/N/N?”

That is a beautiful name. For some odd reason I can barely stop myself from smirking and have to bite my lip ring again. What’s wrong with me? I literally am blushing at the sound of her name in my mouth. I wonder if she notices it?

“Yeah. What about you? What’s your name?” She asked Interrupting my thoughts.

We we’re getting super close to our homes now. I was hesitant to tell her my name in the case she’d heard it before but something tells me she really doesn’t know who I am so I answer proudly.

“Jungkook. I am Jungkook.”

We reached the side entrance to the elevators & I opened the door for her before I allowed Beau & I to enter. She walked through & pressed the button to let us on the elevator.

“Thank you Jungkook.” She said mispronouncing it just a little. It sounded like she was trying to do it with an accent but failed. I was fine with it though. It was…cute.

The door to the elevator opened with a soft dig & we stepped in together. I was closer to the buttons so I asked. “Which floor?”

“Oh uh this one.” Before I could press anything she leaned in & hit the 6th floor. I was hit with a sweet but intimate scent from her as she did so and it took a second to realize that she just said she lives on the same floor as I do as well. Considering the size of my pent house and the building itself there was only enough space to fit three penthouses of this floor. I was really confused now because I really never seen her before. Maybe because she said she just moved here but I’m literally in and out so often if it’s not visiting the company building it’s the gym or to hangout with friends over dinner so I should have noticed if anyone moved in.

My hands were sweaty now as I held Beaus leash. “So do I…”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh wow. Haha… we really are neighbors then.”

I nod as we reached the 6th floor & the doors opened. It was quiet besides the dinging of the elevator & our footsteps as we stepped out into the hall.

“Well it was nice meeting you neighbor.” She said as she turned right & began walking to her door which was located opposite end of the hall I lived.

“You too Y/N/N.” I said just to take in the feeling of her name in my mouth again, waving goodbye.

She unlocked her door as I started walking slowly to the left side of the hall to my door. I turned to look if she went inside yet before reaching my door completely. She was & her door was now closed.

I unlocked mine & entered undoing Beaus leash. He ran straight to his water bowl for a drink. I put my bag down & added in what was left from his bottle I packed & my own. Then sat it on the counter. He finished & went into his dog house. Running my fingers through my hair, I walked to my room where I had left the light on & stripped down so I could take a shower. The whole time I was in the shower I thought about this mysterious beautiful girl who happened to be my new neighbor.

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As I entered my new apartment I breathed a deep sigh. I was tired but that’s normal for me I guess as busy as I have been lately. I had the day off and I like to go for walks outside when it’s warm & breezy because it feels nice. It has been cold the past few days so tonight was the first time I was able to go outside & enjoy the weather comfortably here. What’s insane is that the very first time that I decide to do that I met a hot stranger… who happened to be my neighbor.

~Recap/summary~

I was having so much fun dancing outside under the street light. My eyes were closed so I didn’t notice someone standing nearby until I opened my eyes. He was bent over petting a big dog. I screamed & he seemed just as shocked as I was. I was out of breath from dancing & my heart was beating fast. I sighed & pressed pause on my phone to stop the music & looked up at him again. Wow…. He was so hot! He seemed a bit on guard as I took in his handsome features. His hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail & I noticed his lip was pierced & tattoos trailing down his arm onto his hand. Damn. I’m used to only seeing such hot guys on tv shows, SM, or Drama’s which I’ve been so obsessed with for months. Though they have to exist in order for them to be in these things right? On a serious note, I’ve actually been watching them to better my listening skills because I’m studying the language. It’s so interesting to me & spanish is the only other language I know little of & I really want to master at least one other language besides english in my life time. I’m sorta lucky to have been given the opportunity to moved here a few weeks ago. I had a college professor tell me the best way to learn a language was to surround yourself with it and I’m definitely surrounded. I never really been a fan of my home country if I’m completely honest and was itching to get away. I’d lived in Virginia all my life & only visited a few places outside of it. I’m 24 & never been overseas. So when I got this new career opportunity I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I’ve already worked remotely with a few upcoming artists as a songwriter back home such as the girl group XG. Their song shooting star… I wrote it. It was perfect for their debut single. The choreographer & I have a mutual friend & the song has been blowing up all over social media. So it’s dope that both of us had the opportunity to work with these girls. I was dancing to it when this handsome stranger came upon me.

I was slightly embarrassed because I was blushing. We both laughed after an awkward moment of silence. He complimented my dancing & got a bit closer to me where I could see his face more clearly he had big doe like eyes. I made a joke about my dancing & made a sassy face. My attention then turned towards his dog shuffling next to him. Looking down at him with a smile I ask his name. Beaumi is what his owner told me it was. I asked if he was friendly & if I could pet him. He gave me permission & I gently pet Beau. His fur was so silky & dark. He definitely enjoyed the rubs as much as I did enjoy giving them to him. Feeling the strangers eyes on me, I stopped petting him & stood back up. I was a little shy. I swear I caught him smiling to himself. I wondered why but didn’t dare ask. He then asked where I lived & found out we were neighbors & ended up walking home together basically. He did tell me it wasn’t safe to be out this late alone it was nearly 1am here. It was weird because I had never seen him around the apartment building. I’ve been in & out sight seeing & visiting the entertainment companies due to request for help completing songs for other artists during the day & had not run into him once?

Maybe he never left his house? Maybe we both just have schedules that don’t overlap. I assume he takes Beau out at night usually & like I said I haven’t been outside during the night because it had been pretty cold. I moved in here on February 1st super early in the morning it was still pretty dark. Everything came pre furnished in my apartment so I really didn’t do much hauling and unpacking that would’ve had me hanging out in the hallway. I was lucky enough for the company XG is under for getting these accommodations. It’s definitely way different from what I was used to. They even hired me an assistant for showing me around since I am obviously a foreigner. The friend that I share with their choreographer is actually from South Korea. She’s super involved in the music industry here now. I met her while out of town in DC last year during valentines weekend.

Kim Nari is her name. She’s a little older than me; about 26. She’s super cute & cool too. We were at the national mall amongst the botanical gardens. She saw me alone & complimented my outfit & saw a notebook in my hand. Which I decided to bring with me in case something I saw inspired me to write. I didn’t mind the company & wanted to try and connect with new people anyway. She asked me what I was writing & I told her about the song I was working on at the time & that’s when she asked me to share with her. We sat down on a bench & I handed her my notebook. She read it & then smiled at me then told me how dope it was. I had no idea who she was connected to & the doors she’d open for me as a song writer. She was in America visiting & scouting out talent & she told me she worked for an entertainment company in South Korea & was in charge of networking opportunities. They were looking for writers, so we exchanged numbers hung out a little & now here I am in Seoul 1 year later.

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I have a busy day planned for me tomorrow so I needed to get some sleep. I had just finished my shower & now in the kitchen drinking some Lemon tea. I had a really pretty view looking out into the rest of the city. Perks of living on the 6th floor of this beautiful building.

I just have a feeling my time here is going to be so fun. I smile thinking that to myself & me smiling makes me think about Jungkook.

“Jungkook. Jungkook.” I practice saying his name.

Which btw I’m sure I’m mispronouncing. I decided I’d need to find a nickname for him, or maybe it’s better to ask what he’d prefer being called? I sip the last bit of my tea and place it the sick wondering about the next time I might run into him again. I couldn’t get his smile, those tattoos, his piercings out of my head. I was getting hot from the thought.

“Sheesh.” I sigh while holding my chest to keep from bursting into laughter.

I shake my head and quickly move to find my bed.

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The next day I wake up around noon as usual & roll over to face the window, sun shining in my face. Usually the curtains are closed but I’ve been leaving it open to lower the depressive vibes it was giving off. Don’t get me wrong I’m not depressed at all. I’m really enjoying this break time that the group was able to have to focus on our own individual projects. I just don’t really have anything particular scheduled for myself right now. If an opportunity comes I’ll most likely take it but I’m in no rush to do anything. Especially creating my first solo album which naturally as the others are on their second or third solo projects I was expected to fall line. I groan sitting up with my eyes closed. I got up & made my bed quickly & went into the bathroom to do my morning business & brush my teeth. My hair was all over the place so I wet it & combed it out with a comb drying it with a towel after. It was slightly curled but that was cool with me.

After I finished I went to see if Beau was up he was sitting at my bedroom door waiting for me to go & feed him.

“Good morning to you too.” I chuckled while rubbing him.

He stood up & we both walked into the kitchen I grabbed his food from the bottom cabinet & poured it into his bowl. I swapped out the old water for new water & sat it back down on his placemat near the island.

I stood & stretched my arms as wide as they could go & bent over to stretch my back too.

My body was still sore from yesterday’s training. I thought about going again today. My stomach started growling. I threw my hand over my stomach protesting.

“Ughhh.” Beau jumped on me almost knocking me down. I steadied myself & stepped away. I thought about what to eat for breakfast, well technically lunch. I can’t believe I slept in so late again. I went & grabbed my phone to look at my options as far as takeout, but then decided I’d get dressed instead & go out for lunch. I got dressed in a yellow hoodie, black pants & black sneakers. Then let Beaumi out to use the bathroom in his potty station on the balcony. I let him back in and wiped down his paws with some dog wipes and headed out the door.

As I was locking up to leave & get breakfast, I heard someone open then close their door & they were talking on the phone.

“OMG I’m so late! I’m sorry I have to call a cab & everything. Nari I’m so sorry!”

I recognized the voice & turned around after locking my door to see y/n hurriedly pressing the elevator button. I guess she hadn’t noticed me.

“UGhh why is this thing so slow?!”

The elevator finally opened after a minute & she hurriedly stepped in. I rushed over catching it just in time before it closed. She jumped & dropped her phone.

“Ah shit!”

My eyes trailed down her outfit head to toe. She was wearing an above the knee length black skort with a long sleeve v-neck black top scalloped along the neck line and at the cuffs of her sleeves. Her legs were covered with sheer skin toned stockings and she’d opted for some chunky black loafers. She wore minimal accessories starting with small diamond studs in her ears. I counted at least six piercings not including her nose ring. She also wore a matching thin chained studded diamond necklace and two dainty rings on her left hand. Her hair had been parted to the side & pulled into a low bun pieces of her pretty curls sticking out in all the right places.

I secretly cursed at myself for literally gawking at her. Thankfully she still didn’t really look at me until I leaned over to pick up her phone for her before she could.

“Good afternoon.” I said with a gentle smile as I handed her the phone & stepped inside.

She sighed heavily. “We have got to stop meeting like this.” She joked followed by a cute laugh.

I bit my lip ring to keep from smiling harder than I thought I should be. She dusted her phone & put it to her ear again. I pressed the button to go down as I pretended not to listen to hear conversation.

“Oh Hey. I dropped my phone. I’m on the way ok? I’ll be fast as possible,have to call a cab but I’ll be there! Ok? Alright see yah.” She hung up and I swear my heart stopped beating as she looked at me.

She had minimal makeup on. Just mascara. Maybe some light concealer or tinted moisturizer? Her lips were touched with a brown lipstick that complimented her skin tone and glossed over with a peachy lipgloss that definitely had specks of glitter. Nothing overwhelming but just enough to make anyone looking at her lips want to kiss them.

As I felt my cheeks began to get hot I diverted my eyes to look at elevator door hoping she didn’t catch me before I found her eyes again. I caught her checking out my tattoos since I had my sleeves rolled up slightly and watched her do the same before she spoke.

“Heyyy you. Where you off to this afternoon?”

I smirked. “I was just heading out for lunch.”

“Noted.” She said nodding her head.

“What about you? Where you running late to?”

She leaned her back onto the wall of the elevator facing me now.

“Oh yeah. I’m definitely late to something. It’s so not like me! I’m meeting a friend for an important meeting with this new entertainment company & I was supposed to be there 20 mins ago. Luckily the manager is running behind as well.”

I leaned to the other side of the elevator even more curious now. Did she not know who I was honestly or just isn’t affected by it? Maybe I sound self absorbed but it was really on my mind since last night. I haven’t been able to go out without being noticed & asked for pictures, autographs, or being followed in a long time. I feel like even with a mask & hat I was always spotted. I like how I can just be a normal person in her presence.

“Entertainment company? Which one? Are you an artist?” I asked brow lifted.

“Oh no, I’m a writer actually. I have to swing by Starseed . I have a friend who’s well established in the industry & she’s helping me get more gigs. I’m obviously super new to everything so it’s great to know someone. You ever heard of Starseed?”

I was intrigued. “Really? Starseed is one of the biggest entertainment businesses here in South Korea. That’s super cool.”

She beemed with excitement. “Exactly! I’m so happy that Nari & I met. I’ve worked with at least one group that she has connections with but they aren’t based here. Nari is from here though. The company that the group XG works under was kind enough to help get me here & set me up & usually I have a assistant to help me get wherever I need to be but she’s out sick & probably will be for awhile. I didn’t want them to worry about finding another one so I’m solo getting around asking Nari for help whenever she’s available. I overslept & I have to find a cab. She said it was the quickest way to get around here if you don’t drive.” She stood up & began searching through her phone for cab service.

“XG? They’re pretty dope. I heard they are starting to gain a lot of traction on SM.” I stood up straight as the elevator signaled & opened up to let us out to the elevator lobby.

I got an idea as we stepped out. She’s new around here & honestly cab rides aren’t that great. They definitely hike up the prices for naïve customers. Especially foreigners.

“Hey, uh. I know we just met but since I’m headed in that direction to grab food instead of you doing cab fair I could take you there?” I stood near the parking lot door waiting for her to answer me. Secretly hoping she would take my offer so I could talk to her longer.

She stopped searching & looked up at me eyes wide. “OMG you’d do that for me?!” She squealed. “Thank you, thank you so much!”

I chuckled at how cute she was & pushed the door open for her. She smiled & gave me a thumbs up as she walked through. Then I led the way to my car making sure I stood on the outside of the lane just in case someone drove by & she’d be protected. Protected?! Why am I thinking about protecting her? I barely know her. We reached my car & I unlocked the doors opening the passenger side for her.

“Hop on in.” I gestured for her to get in.

“Wow JK you’re such a gentleman.” She nodded in my direction approvingly & got in.

“JK?” I questioned not sure how I felt about the nickname she gave me because it’s literally the name that a lot of the fans call me. The hairs on the back of my neck stick up and I swallow air, internally trying to reassure myself that she really doesn’t know and it’s just a coincidence. I mean I don’t blame her at all for giving me a nickname to address me by I heard the way she struggled with saying before.

She blushed embarrassed probably after seeing the look on my face after she called me JK. “Oh… sorry is it ok for me to call you that? Until I learn how to properly pronounce your name?”

I laughed shyly. “Yeah, I think I’d be alright with that for awhile.” I closed her door & walked to the driver’s side, got in & started it up. The radio was low but not anything interesting to hear.

“Hey you want to listen to anything in particular?” I asked her. It was low key a test to see if she’d mention anything about BTS.

“Can you play shooting star by XG?”

I nodded. Not one mention or indication she knew anything about BTS so far. I’m relieved about this. I search the song on my phone & play, setting it to shuffle. Then begin driving.

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I settled in my seat as Jungkook drove out of the parking garage towards our destination. He was very nice. Nicer than I thought he’d be considering that I’ve heard it’s normal for guys here to be assholes. All the horror stories I jokingly call them that Nari told me about the men & their behavior towards women. The Korean women literally started a movement refusing to date, marry or have children with any Korean men. I guess he’s a rare breed? He has such a chill demeanor & something about him seems mysterious but not in a scary way. I can’t stop staring at his tattoos. There was cute little Heart on his hand & the word ARMY across his fingers. I wonder why he chose those tattoos. I was too shy to ask. I stole a quick stare at his face while he wasn’t looking in the rear view mirror & smiled, looking out the window next & sang along with the music.

“Give it my all…will it pay off…Working overtime no days off. All these shooting stars in the dark…” I tend to make hand gestures when I’m singing Jungkook was staring at me for sure through the mirror. This is confirmed when I hear him chuckle.

“I thought you weren’t an artist? You sure sound like it.” He was smiling now eyes back on the road.

I looked at him blushing. “Haha oh gosh. I promise I’m not. This is the song I wrote for them.”

( I have no rights to the music outlined in the story. It is being used only to create a fictional story line. I am not the writer.)

“Yeah? Well I’m truly impressed. I see why a big company like Starseed would welcome you with open arms here.”

“Yeah it’s my favorite I’ve written in a long time.”

“I don’t understand though with the voice you have & you dancing skills…How come you aren’t an artist?”

JungKook was so impressed & curious about this. Anyone that laid eyes on her could admit she is beautiful. If you knew her personally you’d say she was absolutely talented. He thought she was super nice and he’s a sucker for nice girls. Like the man is having a real hard time not drooling over her when they reach a stop light.

I giggled . “I don’t know. I just haven’t put myself out there in that way. A lot of artists start out as writers for other people. I don’t know if I could personally handle the huge responsibilities an artist has though. It seems to stressful.”

He nodded in agreement.

Literally if anyone completely understands what it’s like to be an artist & take on those responsibilities it would be JK. You have to be focused 24/7, there’s endless rehearsals & you have to maintain a certain image until the company feels like you’ve accomplished enough to take any kind of breaks. It’s been 10 going on 11 years of BTS. He’s 25 for him it a bit mind blowing everything that BTS experienced & accomplished as a group it doesn’t feel that long ago when they first started out. It’s really a blessing to be apart of such a thing. He silently reminisced all those moments as the light turns green & they began driving again. They are about 10 mins out now & he’s not liking it. He steals a look at her in the mirror when he think she’s not looking. Then his thoughts are interrupted as she clears her throat & breaks the silence.

“So… what about you? What’s your story?” I asked him.

He suddenly felt hot & his hands began to sweat. He was not expecting her to ask him about himself.

“Uhhh… well I…” He seemed to panic at the question. That’s a little odd. Maybe he thinks I’d judge him or something?

Jungkook searched for something to make up or maybe just a little truth but not enough to expose him for who he was since she clearly has no idea. She patently waited while digging into her purse for some lipgloss. He breathed softly to calm himself down before answering. He opted to tell her what he did without telling her the part about him being an idol.

“Ah. I’m No one special really. I do work for VIBE entertainment actually as an artistic director.” He said.

Which is the truth technically.

“Oh? Say what now? That’s impressive.” I said with a surprised look as I applied some tinted lip gloss to my dry lips.

I heard only a little about VIBE as being one of the top entertainment companies but Nari & I never really talked too much about them because Starseed was where she had ties. We were too busy with discussing everything needed to know about them for me to be curious about anything else.

I saw that we were about approach the buildings lot & he turned into it driving as close to the door he could.

“Yeah I guess so.” He said shrugging as he came to a stop & parked.

I put my gloss away & looked at my phone to see if I’d gotten any messages. There were none. I put it in my purse & took off my seatbelt.

“Thank you so much! Like seriously you’re a life saver!”

I noticed JungKook was taking off his too. Then before I could ask why he had hopped out & ran to my side opening the door.

“Don’t mention it!” He bowed & smiled a wide smile at me as I sat there with a shocked look on my face.

“Sheesh you are really something.” I turned & slide out of the seat to stand in front of him now he closed the door behind me.

“You didn’t have to do that you know?” I told him letting out a nervous laugh.

He ran his fingers through his hair. “Oh yeah I know but I want to.” He was looking me in the eyes & I almost melted under the contact. I cleared my throat & shifted my gaze to big tree out front of the building.

“Well thank you again.” I said I nodded at him & was about to walk into the building but he quickly spoke up.

“Oh! Hey let’s share numbers just in case you ever need a ride again.” He took out his phone. I didn’t dare object because I was intrigued & kinda grateful to have met someone so kind outside of the people I work with.

“Sure.” I said & he typed in my number as I gave it to him verbally.

“Awesome. Y/N is saved. I’ll send you a text.” He said just as I felt the little buzz inside my purse. I took it out & saved his number as well.

“Got it! I’ll catch you later then!” I said waving goodbye before I walked towards the front door of Starseed Entertainments enormous building.

He waved back & got back in I noticed he didn’t pull off until I was completely inside.

Such a gentleman. I smile to myself and make my way to the receptionist desk to ask where Nari may be waiting.

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Chapter 5 -

Prologue I 01 I 02 I 03 I 04 I 05 I 06 I 07 I 08 I 09 I 10 I 11 I 12 I 13 I 14.I I 14.II

Summary; a nice walk with the dogs and a good punch in the face can really stir up the deeper emotions of a friendship.

Tags; William NylanderxOfc, soft!William; “We never go out of style”

Warnings; Probably language (swearing); blood?; Foreign language (Swedish);

A/N; we’re getting a little more emotional (emotionallier?) and we all know where this is going, and yes, it will be a slow-burn; plus, introducing: Willy Styles;

Words; 4.5K+

“We keep this love in a photograph”

November, Tuesday, 1st -

On the morning following Halloween, Julia still felt the lingering sugar rush from the previous night's candy hunt. She had indulged a bit too much, but the night had been nothing short of eventful, and she truly appreciated William's hospitality when she’d been out with Phoebe, Tyler, and Keith for trick-or-treating. The kids were completely starstruck by him, and Julia knew that William, both secretly and openly, enjoyed the adoration he received from young fans.

However, today, Julia decided to grant herself a day at home, with the option to work remotely. Andrew had been immensely grateful for her help the day before, allowing him to stay longer at the office. So, granting Julia a day to work from home was the least he could do.

After a quick morning workout, Julia treated herself to a delicious breakfast and a steaming cup of coffee, before she settled down to check her emails. Well, at least that was the plan until a message popped up in her inbox.

williamnylander: shouldn’t you be at work? 😉

William, in his characteristic playful style, had replied to her Instagram story; she'd posted a picture of her early morning at the gym and just now a photo of her Instagram-worthy breakfast.

jjonesss: I am - just working from home 😊 williamnylander: right… “working” from home 😂 jjonesss: Oi! just because some of us don’t lack the ability of discipline williamnylander: … you’re not doing shit, are you? 😂 jjonesss: not one bit 😂🙈 williamnylander: so… you want to come on a walk with Pablo and Banksy? jjonesss: depends… will you also be there? 🤔 williamnylander: yes JJ! They’re MY dogs! 😂 jjonesss: Hm, alright then 😩😂 williamnylander: we can meet at the park? 😊 jjonesss: Sure, just give me 20 😉

And about 20 minutes later, she was all set to join William as she’d bundled up in her warm coat, grabbed her phone, and sent him a text to let him know she was good to go.

At the park, she found William already there, hanging out with Pablo and Banksy.

“Hello Wonka, how are you," Julia greeted him with a warm grin as she approached.

“Oh no, please don’t call me that,” William returned the smile. "Ready for a walk?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, amused.

With the dogs leading the way excitedly, they set off on their morning stroll through the tranquil park. The crisp Autumn air was refreshing, and they chatted away like old friends.

"So, any big plans for today?" William asked, a playful glint in his eye.

Julia chuckled. "Nah, just some work and then maybe catching up on a few shows. How about you?"

William shrugged. “Just practice later this afternoon."

Julia appreciated the simplicity of the moment. As they chatted and the dogs bounded around them, she couldn't help but treasure the genuine friendship that was growing between them. It felt easy and comfy, like they'd known each other way longer than a couple of months.

"Willy, mind moving aside a bit? I want to snap a video of Pablo and Banksy," Julia said playfully.

"You don't want me in it?" William asked, with a grin.

"Eh, sure, if you don't mind," Julia replied with a warm smile. "But it's going on my story."

"Sure, then trust me; you'll get more likes than ever."

Julia whipped out her phone, framing both William and the dogs in the shot.

He grinned and posed, while Pablo and Banksy continued their playful antics, completely oblivious to the video recording.

The dogs chased each other and explored their surroundings, while William and Julia strolled alongside, their laughter making another video come alive.

Julia eventually stopped recording, feeling content with the snippet of their little morning adventure.

And William couldn't resist teasing her. "You're turning into quite the influencer, JJ."

"Just trying to capture the fun moments in life,” she smiled.

William smiled, liking her approach. While laughing and giggling, he even started to pose for more pictures, and he took a few of her as well.

They continued their walk for a bit before William suggested grabbing something to drink.

"You look pretty good, actually," Julia said as they sat down outside by a coffee shop, their warm drinks in hand after the walk.

William playfully quipped, "Don't I always?"

"Ha-ha, very funny,” Julia laughed. “But you do look quite pretty in that outfit.”

Julia couldn't help but notice William's impeccable street style. He was seriously fashionable, especially compared to her usual outfits, which ranged from business attire with heels for work to casual jeans, a T-shirt, a blazer, and either trainers or heels.

William chuckled at Julia's observation. "Well, you know, I try to stay up to date with the latest trends. Got to live up to the 'Willy Styles' nickname, right?"

Julia took a sip of her warm drink, her gaze drifting over William's stylish outfit. His effortlessly cool look stood out against her own.

"I've got to admit, you've got quite the fashion sense. You always look like you just stepped out of a fashion magazine,” she offered him a genuine compliment.

William grinned, clearly flattered. "Well, you know, it's part of the job. Being in the public eye, you kind of get used to it.”

“Oh boy, please you need to work on your confidence,” Julia joked sarcastically. “Well, at least, that moustache of yours…”

“What, you don’t like my stache!” William asked with a grin.

Julia burst out in laughter and shook her head. “It’s just really not to my liking,” she said with a slightly cringed expression. “I like the scruff better.”

William chuckled. “Well, I like it - and so do a lot of ladies,” he winked. “What I don’t get is how you manage to walk in those high heels."

Julia chuckled. "It's pure talent, baby."

Their conversation flowed on, discussing fashion preferences and favourite styles, all while they enjoyed their warm drinks and each other's company, with the dogs contentedly resting at their feet.

As they walked back and came to the part where they’d had to part ways, William turned to Julia.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” he asked.

Julia nodded. “Of course, now that Charlie and Auston are becoming somewhat of an item, believe me, we’ll probably be at most home games,” she joked.

William chuckled at her remark as they hugged goodbye.

“A grown-up woman, should never fall so easily”

Wednesday, 2nd - PHI 2 @ TOR 5

Charlie was quick to finish her work and pack her bag, eager to get out of the door, and Julia couldn't help but chuckle at her friend's enthusiastic behaviour. She understood why, though – Charlie was looking forward to seeing her lover boy, Auston, play at tonight's home game.

Their situation-ship was beginning to evolve into a relationship, but despite the incredible sex and talks, neither of them was ready to label it.

Julia found it endearing, though. She hadn't seen anyone so in love since she had been in a loving relationship herself. A part of her missed that warm feeling of having someone love her and coming home to share her day with. But whenever she thought of Ezra, those feelings quickly faded. No, she still wasn't entirely ready. She wanted to focus on her career and herself.

Although, she had been out with Charlie and some other co-workers a couple of times now, chatting with a few guys, which had been fun. But she just didn't want to get deeply involved in anything like that for the time being.

As the girls arrived at the arena, they quickly found the other friends and partners and enjoyed the game. It wasn't as thrilling as some of the other games had been, but the Leafs secured a magnificent win over the Philadelphia Flyers.

Following the match, Charlie practically sprinted down to the locker room to congratulate Auston on his amazing performance. He had managed to score three goals; one assisted by William and two assisted by Mitch. John Tavares had secured the other two goals.

While Charlie and Auston were caught up in a heated make-out session, Mitch and Mo stood nearby, casually discussing the game.

Julia caught eyes with William, who was playfully chatting with Rasmus and Tim. She managed to overhear a couple of their Swedish words but not well enough to fully understand their conversation. She could only grasp a couple of short sentences like "vi var bara och drack en kaffe tillsammans" (we were just having a coffee together) and "vi har bara lite kul" (we're just having fun). A small part of her thought William might be talking about her, but amidst the noise and her limited ability to understand Swedish, she dismissed the thought.

After all the players had finished up in the locker room, Julia then found herself standing alone in the car park, waiting for an Uber.

Charlie had naturally gone home with Auston, which meant that Julia had to find her own way back. Truth be told, she didn't mind at all. She was genuinely happy for the young couple, and besides, she was accustomed to being independent by now.

Caught up in her thoughts, she paid no attention to her surroundings, and out of the blue, she could feel a person's hand on her waist, making her jump and scream loudly as she per reflex swung her arm around and hit the person right in the face.

“Oh, fuck!” William exclaimed as he took his hand to his nose after Julia had panicky punched him.

“Shit! Fuck, Willy,” Julia shouted as well as she, in all surprise, turned around to see the blond Swede holding onto his hurting nose. “What the fuck were you doing?”

William shook his head lightly and blinked a couple of times. He could feel his nose bleeding, so he tilted his head back.

“What do you mean?” He shouted. “You hit me.”

“Well, you can't just sneak up on a woman like that in a parking lot at night!”

“You don’t say,” he remarked sarcastically, trying to hold his head back.

“Shit, Willy… perhaps we should go back in and take a look at that?” Julia timidly suggested as she could see that the blood flow didn’t seem to stop.

William simply nodded, and they made their way back into the arena and into the locker room, where Julia picked up some tissue paper for William to hold against his nose.

Both feeling calmer again after the adrenaline rush, William sat down in his stall, and Julia squatted in front of him to take a closer look.

“Don’t worry, love, I don’t think we messed up your pretty face too badly,” Julia softly chuckled. “Not more than usual, of course.”

William let out a small laugh. “Well, I guess you really are a big, tough girl, who can take care of herself, huh,” he smiled, making Julia laugh along.

They sat there for a moment in silence as Julia cleaned up William’s bloody face, their eyes occasionally locking.

“I’m sorry,” she spoke softly.

“It’s alright,” William replied, matching her low tone of voice.

“It was a good punch though.”

William simply chuckled, “It was.”

There was another moment of silence. William kept staring at Julia, who was more occupied with cleaning his face. He couldn’t help but enjoy their closeness. It had been a while since they'd been this near, and something about her still had a hold on him. Maybe it was the way her sweet perfume smelled so good, reminding him of their first encounter; or simply her sweet smile that always got to him whenever they spend time together.

The past couple of weeks had been nothing but amazing. William enjoyed every moment with Julia, even though it was just as friends. She was unlike many other girls he’d ever been with; she wasn’t desperate or needy around him, and there wasn’t much drama or gossip about other women. She was just so cool and relaxed. Much like himself.

In that fleeting moment of gentle intimacy, William couldn't restrain himself, and almost instinctively, he leaned in closer to Julia.

However, she avoided him. Tilting her head back slightly, she avoided what could perhaps have become a tender kiss.

"What are you doing?" Julia asked softly, a hint of surprise in her voice as she leaned back.

"Shit... Sorry, JJ," William chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "I don't know why I did that." He tried to brush off the awkward moment.

"It's okay," she replied, still a bit puzzled by the unexpected gesture.

A brief silence settled between them.

"Can I ask you something?" William suddenly spoke up, and Julia removed the tissue paper as his nosebleed appeared to have stopped.

"Sure."

"Why haven't you told anyone about us?" William's expression was gentle as he posed the question.

Julia offered him a friendly smile and a small shrug. "I'm not really sure..."

"Are you embarrassed by me?" he inquired, partly joking but also genuinely curious.

Embarrassed? How could she possibly be embarrassed about having slept with an attractive hockey player?

"Of course not," Julia offered a little smile. "I mean... not about you, at least," she admitted softly, glancing down at the tissue in her hand.

"Then what is it about?" he asked, slightly searching for an explanation.

Julia bit her lower lip, wrestling with whether to share her feelings with William. Ultimately, she decided to open up.

"Maybe I just felt embarrassed about the whole situation," she admitted softly. "Embarrassed that I'd felt a bit hurt, just because of a simple one-night stand."

She had felt embarrassed, indeed. Embarrassed that she had developed feelings for a complete stranger so quickly, embarrassed that she had let her guard down when she knew she probably couldn't handle being hurt so soon again.

"A grown-up woman shouldn't fall so easily," she added, looking away from him.

William offered her a soft smile, attempting to meet her eyes. He wanted to say something, to delve deeper into her emotions, but he found himself at a loss for words.

Julia shook her head and then looked at him. "What about you - have you told Rasmus and Tim?"

William shook his head. "No... only Alex knows, because, well he was there that night - and no, I'm not embarrassed about you either," he chuckled.

"Then why not?" she inquired, forcing herself to look up at him. "Isn't it just typical locker room talk?" She smiled.

William simply shrugged. "I figured maybe you wouldn't want me to... Besides, it's not really any of their business."

Julia nodded slightly. "Thank you, I appreciate it."

"I don't know why I did it," William admitted softly.

"Did what?" Julia asked, her curiosity piqued.

"Left... that morning.”

"Willy, you don't have to explain yourself... we've talked about it," Julia reassured him.

"I know, it's just..." William paused. "I just don't want you to think badly of me. I'm usually not the kind of guy who'd just leave women like that."

Julia was taken aback by his honesty and willingness to discuss this. She had always assumed he was a bit of a playboy, capable of casually moving on from one woman to the next. But now, as she considered it, she realised she had never actually seen him with other women nor heard him discuss his dating life. Perhaps he wasn't as bad as she had initially thought.

Julia looked down for a moment, collecting her thoughts, before raising her gaze to meet William's eyes. "I don't think of you like that - at least not anymore," she spoke softly. "You're an amazing person, Willy."

William let out a small sigh of relief, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt a strong urge to share more with her, to be completely honest about his feelings.

"I think, I got scared," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. Julia furrowed her brow in confusion. "I've never liked a girl like that... the way I liked you that night," he continued.

"So, you protected yourself," she finished his thoughts, and he nodded. "Yeah, I know a thing or two about that," she admitted, and they both shared a warm-hearted moment of understanding and soft intimacy.

Their eyes remained locked in a tender gaze, unspoken emotions flowing between them. Julia wasn't sure what exactly she felt for William, but she couldn't deny that he had a way of getting close to her, of igniting warm feelings within her. It was like an unexplainable magnetism that drew her towards him, not necessarily in a romantic or sexual sense, but in a comforting and soothing way. Everything about William Nylander seemed amazing to her - except perhaps for his moustache.

William returned her smile, his eyes soft and genuine.

"Maybe we should get out of here?" he suggested with a chuckle, and she agreed. They both rose from their positions and walked back into the car park.

As they strolled towards William's car, he offered Julia a ride home. "Yeah, I believe you owe me that," she teased with a wink.

"Me? Do I owe you? You were the one who hit me," he laughed.

"Yes, well, because you startled me," she countered with a laugh of her own. “Besides, my Uber has left, because we needed to clean up your pretty face.”

"Fair point - well, get in," he said, opening the door to his large Volvo.

To Julia's surprise, William drove straight to her flat. He didn't even ask her for her address, which made her wonder: did he really remember it from that night? And apparently, he did.

"Thank you, and again sorry for the punch," Julia smiled as William parked the car in front of her apartment building.

"It’s alright," he chuckled, and they shared a warm hug before she left the car.

***

Thursday seemed to have flown by, and before she knew it, it was Friday; the day, that Julia had planned a special surprise for Tyler. She had managed to arrange a date for him to go ice skating with William at the players’ training rink.

William had somehow secured some private ice-time at the rink for personal training. It was a perk that players could occasionally enjoy with their family and friends when the rink wasn't in use for professional training or games.

Julia had made the arrangement rather spontaneously together with William; but to their delight, it did prevent Tyler from telling it to everyone at school.

As the evening approached and Julia and Andrew finished their work for the day, Tyler was already packed and eager to meet up with his new idol: William Nylander. He had all his skating gear ready and couldn't wait to show William the skills he had acquired during his training.

"Hey guys," William greeted warmly as the four of them arrived at the rink.

"Hey, William!" Tyler exclaimed, practically bouncing at the entrance.

"Hi, Wonka," Phoebe said in her sweet little voice, and William couldn't help but smile. He didn't really like the nickname, except when it came from Phoebe.

Julia smiled at William and expressed her gratitude once again for the opportunity.

"Of course, JJ. I'd do anything to impress you, remember," he teased playfully as they headed to find some skates.

Julia chuckled in response, while Andrew was already engrossed in work emails on his phone.

Tyler, with a little assistance from William, got his skates on and was ready to hit the ice. He wasted no time in confidently gliding onto the players' training rink, eager to show off his skating skills to William.

"Looking good, buddy!" William called out from the side-lines as he laced up his own skates.

"So," Julia began, giving William a mischievous look, "where are Pablo and Banksy?"

William chuckled. "At home, JJ."

"What? I only came along to spend time with them," she explained in a mock serious tone, which elicited a laugh from William.

"Yeah, well, I thought about bringing them, but then I knew you'd never come onto the ice - you'd just be sitting here the whole time," William smirked.

"Well, yes, that was the plan," Julia smiled. "I'm not skating, Willy."

"Yes, you are."

"No," she protested, but she could already tell that she’d lost the battle, as William had a pair of skates prepared for her. "How do you even know my size?"

"Lucky guess, I suppose," he smirked and gave Julia a wink, making her roll her eyes.

"William, I can't - I'd fall," she said with a softer voice.

"Well, then you'll just have to get back up again," he replied, rising from his seat and coming over to squat in front of her. "Come on, I'll help you out."

Julia relented, nodding lightly, and allowed William to help her put on the skates - which, annoyingly enough, fit perfectly. It felt like a true Cinderella moment, and William didn't hide his pride in having made a lucky guess.

It wasn't that Julia was bad at skating; she had tried it many times during her childhood, and she rarely fell. But she always felt insecure when skating, and the last time she fell, she had fallen hard and almost broken her wrist.

She gazed at William as he tied her laces. A warm feeling spread through her as they sat so close, and he knelt in front of her, helping her in his area of expertise. She couldn't help but feel emotional and touched by his generosity and care. He was truly a friendly person who wanted to create good times with his close friends.

"There you go," he said softly as he finished tying the second skate. "How do they feel?"

Julia was a bit mesmerised as he looked up at her, and their eyes locked. His blue eyes sparkled, and his calm demeanour made her feel comfortable and at ease. "Great... they feel great," she spoke softly, forcing herself back to reality.

"Good, they might feel a little tight at first, but that's just for good support."

Julia nodded. "It's all good," she smiled. They sat there for a few more seconds before they were interrupted by Tyler.

"Hey, are you guys coming?" he shouted out of excitement.

"Yeah, I'm right behind you, buddy," William chuckled.

"Perhaps you should skate a few rounds with Tyler first," Julia smiled. "I'll join you in a bit, once I've summoned up some courage."

William offered her a soft smile and nodded before jumping onto the ice to join Tyler for a few rounds.

What’s the matter with me, Julia wondered. It was like all her feelings for William were being stirred up again, and she didn't know how to handle it.

‘No, nothing's going on’, she convinced herself. He was just being a really good friend, and they'd spent a lot of time together, bonding really well. It was all just friendly.

"Are you okay, Auntie J?" Phoebe asked softly sitting next to her, which made Julia shake her head.

"Yes, baby, I was just thinking," she explained, offering the young girl a soft smile, who then returned to playing on the iPad.

After about 10 minutes of William and Tyler skating back and forth, with William showing Tyler some techniques, they decided to race from the opposite end to where Julia and Phoebe were sitting. William let Tyler win - but only just.

"This is amazing, William!" Tyler shouted as they stood by the bench.

"So, am I your favourite player now?" William asked playfully.

"Oh yes, definitely!"

Julia couldn't help but chuckle at the two boys' interaction.

"So..." William said as he turned to Julia, who raised an eyebrow in response to his smirk. "Are you ready, JJ?"

"Nope, but I probably never will be," she smiled.

"Come on!" Tyler shouted as he set off again to skate around the ice.

Julia let out a sigh and got up from her seat, while Andrew joined Phoebe on the bench.

"I promise I'll catch you if you're about to fall," William reassured her in a gentle tone.

"Thanks - but if you haven't noticed, I don't really trust people that easily," she half joked, as she placed one foot onto the ice while gripping tightly to stabilise herself.

"Oh, I've noticed," William chuckled. "But don't worry, I've got you," he said, placing a hand on her arm and holding her securely, encouraging her to let go.

Julia softly nodded and released her hands, relying on her feet and William to support her. She wobbled a bit at first, but true to his promise, William held her securely, ensuring she didn't fall. It felt like a crazy friendly trust test.

Slowly, they began to skate, with William demonstrating the best techniques for moving her feet, bending her knees, and maintaining her balance with her back slightly forward. She caught on quickly. Before long, they were gliding around in circles, laughing, and talking, while Tyler expended all his energy practicing everything William had shown him. Julia even had the confidence to take out her phone and send a snap to Charlie, only having to hold on to him a couple of times.

William felt a sense of delight having Julia around. While he genuinely wanted to be a good friend and help Tyler with his skating session, there was also a part of him that wanted to impress her. He wanted to show her his best side, to demonstrate that he was there for her, and that he would catch her, both on and off the ice, if she ever stumbled.

They skated for a while before deciding it was time to wrap up for the night. Tyler was radiating with joy, unable to contain his excitement and chatting as they removed their skates. William couldn't help but chuckle at the young boy's enthusiasm and shared his best advice on how to become a professional hockey player.

Julia could see that he took pride in embracing his role as a role model in Tyler's eyes.

And as they stood outside in the cold autumn air, waiting for Andrew to finish his phone call, Julia smiled at William.

"Thank you for today - it truly meant a lot to all of us."

"No problem, it was fun for me too," he replied with a smile. "I always love showing off my skills."

Julia chuckled at his confidence. "I'm sure you do. By the way, how's your nose?"

"All better," he smiled softly. "But I think it deserves an apology."

"And how would you like me to do that?" Julia chuckled.

"I guess, a meal at Sugo's would be perfection," he playfully suggested.

Julia laughed at his cheeky demeanour but sighed playfully. "I'm sure we can work that out," she replied with a friendly wink.

They bid each other goodbye with hugs before parting ways, with William heading to his own car.

“Sugo's would be perfection” William mumbled; mentally mocking himself for that foolish comment.

In the evening, William found himself unable to suppress a smile as he watched Julia's Instagram stories and Snapchats of their time on the ice. He even shared some of the content on his own social media as well.

Their friendship had already become a little known to the public, though William knew Julia wasn’t much for the spotlight. They’d both shared a couple of pictures of their times together, but also underlined that it was just as friends; not wanting to give the public the wrong impression.

Although William was very aware of how he spoke and of what he published, he just simply wanted to share his good moments with Julia. She was simply so sweet and kind; her laughter was like sweet music to his ears, and he couldn't help but feel a warm, comforting sensation whenever he thought about the moments they had shared together so far.

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