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sailorholly · 5 months

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Sixty Seconds

Summary: When you’re forced to share a room with your rival, sparks fly during a friendly competition.

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Only. Minors DNI. Scratching. Orgasm denial. 69.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x F. BAU Reader

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You toss your go bag in the corner of the hotel room. You don’t know how you always end up in these situations. You are in a new city for a case. It’s a tourist town, so the team was lucky to find any lodging at all. You expected you would have to share a room with someone. You just didn’t think it would be with him.

When the lady at the front desk told Hotch there was only four rooms left, everyone quickly paired up. Penelope tightly gripped Derek’s arm, claiming him. Hotch and Rossi nodded their confirmation to each other. JJ and Emily walked over to each other. You and Spencer were the only ones left. You both shared the look of disdain, dreading being stuck together.

You hadn’t been to the local police station yet. Hotch thought it would be best to find somewhere to stay first. You were all grateful he thought of it. There wasn’t a room left in the whole city. You didn’t even look around, just put your stuff down and hurried to the elevators.

When night fell, you were surprised to find there was only one bed in the room. This case was taking its toll on everyone and you were looking forward to relaxing under the covers, mindlessly scrolling on your phone.

Spencer hadn’t made it in yet, so you explore the room. You inspect the small sofa against the wall. Surely it had a pull out bed. You take the cushions off and sigh. It was just a normal sofa. When Spencer came in, he noticed the problem too. “I’m not sleeping on the couch.” You figured you better say it first. Spencer looks over at the small piece of furniture. “I wasn’t going to ask you to do that. I thought we could sleep in the same bed and be civil, like adults. But you have to fight with me about everything.”

You can feel the anger surging through you. “I don’t like to fight with you, but you leave me no choice. Of course, we can sleep in the same bed. I just didn’t think you would want to. You might be too tempted.” You smirk, watching his dark eyes travel every inch of your body. “The only thing I’d be tempted to do is push you off the bed.”

You roll your eyes, gathering your pajamas and toiletries out of your bag. “I’m going to take a shower first.” When you’re finished, you start to panic. You thought you would have a room to yourself or that you would be with the girls at the very least. So all you brought to sleep in was a crop top and panties. You put it on, worried you might have to sleep in jeans so Spencer would be comfortable.

But his words from earlier echoed in your mind. It shouldn’t be a problem since he doesn’t find you attractive. You walk out confidently, Spencer glances up at you from his spot on the sofa where he was reading. You watch as his eyes linger on the thin crop top where your hardened nipples peak through the shirt.

He drops his gaze to the floor when he notices you watching him. He stands, gathering his belongings and walking to the bathroom. You get in the bed to check your text messages. Spencer comes out wearing a white t-shirt and blue plaid pajama pants. He gets in beside you, the bed dipping as he settles in.

You put your phone on the charger, turning off the lamp on the nightstand beside you. You thought sleep would come easily, considering the exhausting day you had. But you lay there in uncomfortable silence for what feels like hours. You turn the lamp back on, turning toward Spencer, surprised to find him facing you. “Can’t sleep?” He asks, his dark eyes glancing at your chest.

You decide to tease him a little. You might as well get some enjoyment out of this undesired arrangement. You lay on your back raising your chest and sighing. “It’s just so hot in here, I’m uncomfortable.” You lie, tossing the blanket off your body, exposing more of yourself to him. You run your hands over yourself, lifting your crop top to underneath your breasts.

You watch Spencer’s breath hitch as you sigh loudly, hands traveling down your stomach. He watches intently as you reach the top of your panties, snapping the waist band. “If I was alone, I’d be sleeping naked by now.” You sit up, your chest right in his face. Spencer shifts in his place on the bed. You watch as he moves his legs awkwardly, you notice he’s turned on.

Spencer Reid wants you. You smile, “I thought you wouldn’t be tempted by me, Reid.” He scrunches his nose up. “It’s not because of you. It’s a natural reaction to sharing a bed with a barely dressed woman. It has nothing to do with you.” You decide to push him a little further, so you climb on top of him, reaching for his hands. He goes still under your touch.

You place his limp hands on your hips. “Wha- what are you doing?” You squirm on top of him, feeling his hardness underneath you. “Proving my point. I saw you checking me out. I know you want me.” He tightens his grip on your hips, “Keep dreaming, sweetheart. I wouldn’t want you if we were the last people on Earth.” You laugh, “That’s okay, you wouldn’t be able to get me off anyways.”

You try to swing a leg off him to remove yourself, but he stops you. “Wanna bet?” You study his face, he has to be joking. “Bet what, that you can make me cum?” You shake your head, he’s being ridiculous. “I’m not worried about that. I’ll make you cum so hard, that you’ll only think of me every time you get off. How about we make it a competition?”

Now you’re interested. You love competing with each other. “What kind of competition?” He runs his thumb against the soft skin of your leg, thrusting upward, causing you to moan. He smirks, pleased with himself. “I’ll set a timer and the first to bring the other to orgasm wins.”

“So we have an unlimited amount of time to do this and just whoever cums first loses?” You ask, trying to understand the rules. “An infinite amount of time is too broad. I only need a minute.” He states confidently. “A minute as in sixty seconds?” You ask, shocked.

“If you don’t think you can do it in the allotted time then-“ “I can do it. I was just repeating the rules.” He smiles, knowing you just lied. “Let’s get naked first so it doesn’t take up any time.” He agrees by shedding his clothes. Your hands tremble a little as you lift your crop top over your head. You don’t understand why you’re reacting this way. It’s just Spencer. You blame it on the adrenaline of competing with him. “Are we going one at a time or-“

“We go at the same time so it’s fair.” He lays on his side, motioning for you to lay the opposite way, with your face by his hard cock. “Seriously, we are going to 69?” You giggle. You haven’t done this since you were in high school. He doesn’t answer as he swipes on his phone. “Time starts now.” He informs you, his beautiful face settling between your legs.

Long fingers dig into your thighs as he begins his torture. Long licks cover you as he explores you. Your wet mouth slides down his length, lips closing around him. He moans for you as you dig your nails into his thighs, pulling him as close as you can.

Spencer’s talented tongue switches from slow drags to quick flicks. Your legs shake, you’re so close already. You hadn’t expected it to be like this. You thought he would cum in the first few seconds, but it didn’t seem like he was close at all. He buries his face deeper, his tongue swirling in intricate patterns that make your head swim. Probably tracing some math thing, you decide.

You suck in your cheeks around him, one hand covering what couldn’t fit in your mouth. His lips seal around your clit, sucking lightly. You whimper as your nipples rub against his smooth skin. Your demise begins when you look down at him. His messy hair moving with every tilt of his head. This isn’t an image you want to forget any time soon.

You realize your mistake as your orgasm hits, crashing into you like a wave. You squeeze your thighs around his head, chanting his name like a prayer. You can feel his cocky smirk against you as he laps up his victory. The alarm goes off as you come down from your high.

Spencer presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh. You sit up giving him a death glare. “I don’t want to hear it.” You really shouldn’t be acting like a sore loser when you lost in the best possible way. You lay down beside him, instinctively reaching for his hand. “Don’t get any ideas, I still hate you.” He quickly removes his hand from yours.

You lift your eyebrows, ready to challenge him again. “Then fuck me like you hate me.” You don’t have time to react. Spencer is on top of you pinning your arms above your head with one large hand wrapped around your wrists. You tilt your hips as Spencer sinks into you. He buries his face beside your neck. His sharp teeth sink into the soft skin, earning a hiss from you.

You arch your back, taking him impossibly deeper. You’ve never had sex like this before. It’s fast, intense, and demanding. You move in a frenzy, bodies crashing into each other. Spencer pins you against the mattress with his hips as he fucks you roughly.

Each snap of his hips drags your clit deliciously against his pubic hair. The once silent room is now noisily filled with the sweet moans and pants escaping you. Spencer groans as you clench around his cock.

He slows his thrusts, his expression almost sinister. “I don’t think you deserve to get off again. All that big talk and you were cumming on my tongue forty three seconds in. I think you should be punished for your hubris.” His cock slowly drags against your walls and you feel tears flood your eyes. You don’t mean to whimper, but you were close again.

“Shh, shh don’t cry, pretty girl. I might let you, if you beg me.” Another torturously slow thrust, and the tears fall down your cheeks. “In your dreams, Reid.” You struggle against his hold on your wrists, but it’s no use. He still has you trapped right where he wants you.

“Come on, admit it. You need me.” He sounds more sure of himself than normal. You want to be annoyed, but he’s right. You’re desperate. “Please.” You give in. He smiles, thrusting a little harder this time. “Please what? Use your words.”

“Please let me cum. I promise I’ll be a good girl. I need you. Please, Spencer?” He senses the sincerity in your voice. “That’s more like it.” He snaps his hips forcefully, releasing your hands. They immediately cling to his back, scratching and clawing at him as he hits all the right spots.

He hooks one arm under your back, bringing you closer. Your cries and mewls encourage him to go faster. “Ah f-fuck. You’re being such a good girl for me.” His praises make you flutter around him. He reaches between you to circle your clit. You cry out as you shatter beneath him, nails digging so deep, they could draw blood.

You feel his thrusts grow sloppy as he spills into you. He pulls you against him, “This doesn’t mean anything.” He almost whispers against your shoulder. You hum your agreement, enjoying the moment.

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planete777 · 9 months

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UNFORGETTABLE・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. like a moth to a flame, lando gets sucked right into the beckoning curls of smoke, and the glimmering eyes of a girl he doesn't even know.

WARNINGS. 18+, MINORS DNI!, getting high, first time smoking, club scene, oral sex (fem rec.), fingering, slight choking, protected p in v sex, high hotness pt. wtv, not proofread

NOTE. submitted to my impulsive thoughts and wrote abt high!lando.... again, and it's kinda very long. used canva this time for the header so that's why it's uh different (i hate it 💔). man, i'm enjoying this era, i wish for it to never end, but hey ho, read and enjoy my luvs xxx. oh and listen to unforgettable while reading this... or not, it's a free world.

SIDENOTE. my askbox is open! feel free to send in any thoughts, scenarios, requests etc about high!lando 🤍

lando feels like time has stopped, and, quite frankly, his heart along with it. the frantic world around him mutes, and the only thing he hears is his slow, uneven breaths and a violently thrumming pulse that flushes his ears red.

he knows he's drunk a mediated amount tonight, but the way his body feels a pull towards the eyes all the way across the room has him feeling completely out of control. he swears she's glowing around the edges, highlighted by the dancing lights that ricochet off the walls of the club and right onto her, as if the room was her spotlight and the rest of them were just in it for decoration.

she stares back, reds and blues washing over like unholy tidal waves that literally praise her, then she prods her mouth with the spliff in her hand. he watches as her eyes fall shut as seconds pass, breaking the only contact they had, before her lips part, eyes opening once again to immediately fall upon lando and she blows with such controlled seduction that lando believes the smoke hooks a finger at him, coaxing him nearer.

his legs move on their own accord, his heart beats quicker the closer he gets, and then she gets up with a smirk that speaks too much to lando, walking through an open archway. the tension is unfathomable, and lando's palms flood with perspiration as he follows her through a dark corridor. it's entirely stupid, he knows, following a stranger, but if he's being truthful, dying at the hands of a girl who's unbelievingly akin to a siren would be his honour.

they arrive at an empty balcony, littered with a few chairs that are situated haphazardly, and the girl passes them swiftly and goes to lean against the fence.

"what's a pretty boy like you doing looking at a girl like me?" her voice sounds like it's dripping in sin, sickeningly sweet sin, and lando feels his skin burn for it again.

"girl like you?" he asks, raising an eyebrow, "what do you mean?"

she's laughing, throwing her head back as her throat releases a sound that triggers heat to his dick, and fuck, he's hot everywhere. his eyes stay fused to her as she takes another drag, blows it high into the sky, and he feels his composure slowly elevate away with it.

she brings her head down, rolling the spliff between her fingers, "you know what i'm talking about. you literally look like you were forced to be here."

"well, i kinda of was," he thinks back to max's adamance, just hours prior, and curses him for being the same person to leave him not long after their arrival, "but trust me, i do go out when i can."

she hums, it's dismissive and ambiguous, so lando can't gage whether she believes him or not, but he doesn't let it fester.

"you always come here?" he asks, slightly curious. it's his first time at this particular club, courtesy max (again) who heard of it from a friend of a friend, and if coming here means meeting the girl every time, he would go with no question.

"haven't been for a while actually. corporate jobs are hell, so i've been, instead, getting high at home. boring as fuck if you ask me."

she takes another drag, and lando stares at it with a newfound desire, swallowing as his mouth waters for it. he's unknowing and delirious as to where it comes from, and the way his veins tickle for it is absolutely gratifying.

the girl notices, chuckling as she signals for him to take it, "wanna hit?"

lando's mind freezes, and he begins to fumble and blush so profusely, it's humiliating.

"i've... never been high before."

her eyebrows shoot upwards but fall back almost immediately, "huh... should've figured."

"why?" lando asks skeptically as she inhales once again, then lets it out, the distinctive burn of weed hitting his nostrils.

she rolls her tongue in her mouth and smiles, "you look at it as if it's too good to have, but wrong to take. gives you away."

lando grins sheepishly, looking down at his feet then up again, "can't blame me. you make it look good."

"you've been missing out," she jesters, pulling down her dress. it draws every curve like it is meant to, reaching the middle of her thigh, and the red continues as lace heels that fascinate lando as to how she even put them on.

"would you like to try it?"

he so wants to say no, weighing the consequences in his mind if he were to be found out, but he doesn't care. not when the girl's lips wrap around with spliff and suck it in as if it's godsent. for once, lando wants to detangle and feel like he's disintegrating within bounds of euphoria.

he looks straight at her and nods, his hands trembling with the anticipated thrill, and she grabs his arm, pulling him back inside. they walk down towards a different corridor, and reach an unlabeled door, which the girl walks right into as if it's habitual.

"wait, you work here?"

she laughs, sitting down on the leather seat as lando joins her. it's a basic room with red walls and black sofas, almost too unsuspecting.

"no, my sister does. this room is always vacant, i never see anyone go in here," she tells him, ending with an edge that leaves lando unwanting to ask anything more.

she reaches into her purse, pulling out a metal tin that she flicks open, revealing a few neatly arranged spliffs. the reality sets in and lando rubs his palms on his jeans nervously.

"put it between your lips," she holds one out for him, and he takes it without question, slotting it into his mouth. the girls tells him to hold still as she brings a lighter to the tip of the spliff and once she moves away, he breathes in too much. the burn at the back of his throat is indescribably invigorating, and he pinches the roll to slide it out, before his mouth weeps smoke and a cough escapes him.

"you're a natural," she says as she hits a drag of her own, mouth curling upwards at the edges.

there's something about what he feels that's vehemently unparalleled. he feels like his brain is sinking into a pillowly goodness of absolutely nothing, and his whole body feels weightless. he goes in for another smoke, mind melting like blow torched ice, and he body completely relaxes into the couch.

"i'm stoned already, what the fuck?" his mouth feels sewn shut and simultaneously stretched apart, and he doesn't even know if he enunciates his words clearly.

"you're new to this, don't worry," she reassures, moving closer to lando. heat radiates off her like she's an incinerator, and every sense is amplified erratically when her hand curls around his nape.

"allow me?"

lando nods, "do whatever."

then her mouth, warm and so soft, cups around his, ejecting hot smoke into it, and, fucking hell, lando feels like he's being inflated with some addictively foreign sensation and his mind shuts down. he stares at her, eyes too heavy to stay fully open, and he wants her so bad, he could beg.

"i wanna kiss you so fucking bad," his voice is hoarse and he sees her something in her eyes gleam.

"do it, then."

there's nothing cautious about it. they've been tiptoeing around the achingly palpable tension for too long, and their lips move hungrily against each other's to satiate the thirst that has heightened vivaciously. lando loses it completely when she sucks on his tongue, like it was second nature for her, and his moans drag out, heavy and deep.

he can't wait any longer, not when his dick hardens in his pants and all he can think of is the girl's essence making him drunk.

he unwillingly breaks the kiss, meeting the sight of her swollen lips and red eyes, "we can carry this on in my hotel room."

then she grins, "thought you'd never say."

they leave the club, high out of their minds and barely able to make it to the exit, but when they do, the chilled air knocks them slightly sober. lando rings an uber, which arrives within 5 minutes, and they stumble into the car, hands teasing and touching with desperate discretion.

lando is so faded out that a drive that's normally 10 minutes lasts for 2, and he's dragged out by the girl who throws her gratitude to the driver. the ride in the elevator entails an aggressive make out, lando's hands squeezing the girl's ass and her arms tight around his neck, rushing out and stumbling through the doors as it dings at the 4th floor. he can't let go of her lips, not when he knows how sweet it is, and he doesn't, until they're through the door and scrambling on the bed, clothes long gone with only their undergarments left.

he kisses down her neck, mumbling compliment after compliment and she sighs, deflating into the bed.

"you're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"

he strokes both hands on her thighs, spreading them open and meeting red panties that are completely soiled through.

"look at you," he kisses her inner thigh like it's sacred, "all wet for a guy you don't know."

she moans, high pitched and airy, grabbing lando's hair and pushing him nearer to her cunt.

"just eat me out, fuck," her back arches and it's a sight that has lando completely acquiescent, ridding her of her panties and lips kissing her cunt. she whimpers, hands grabbing the sheets as his tongue runs through her, before sucking on her clit eagerly.

"oh my fuck— keep going."

she grinds against his face, hands tight within his curls and her legs shake. she tastes unreal, and lando can't get enough, licking rabidly at her cunt.

he's too lost in it all to notice how she tugs one of his arms up from around her thigh, until he feels her hand bring his towards her neck, and then he loses his mind. she's so fucking filthy, and he smiles against her pussy as his ministrations turn more desperate to get her to the edge, squeezing his hand more as her moans increase in pitch and become songs to his ears.

he brings two fingers to her entrance, sliding in with much ease, before wasting no time to curl them. she's squirming, and he's stretching her out, bringing another finger before curling them again. she arches so much, and screams out a loud moan as her eyes roll back.

"oh shit. fuck fuck, i'm cumming!"

he doesn't expect her to let go so soon, and neither does he expect the sudden spray of wetness that gushes out of her cunt. he lapping and licking it all up though, and, over stimulated, the girl pushes his head away. he relents, kissing back up her body before landing on her lips, melting her pants into his mouth.

knees bent, an arm wrapped around his shoulders, the girl breaks the kiss, hand sliding down lando's chest and grabbing his dick, "fuck me."

his mind goes on autopilot as he replaces her hand, pumping his dick and sliding a condom on before sheathing all of him inside her. she's so hot and tight, and he's so thick and long that their moans come out simultaneously, loud and drawled.

lando doesn't waste time to pull back and snap his hips right back in, making her back raise off the bed in a delicious curve.

"fuck, you're so big."

the praise goes right to his head and he starts thrusting in and out like he has gone crazy. her breasts sway by the power of his thrust, and lando takes into his mouth, sucking on it and playing with the other.

he feels spoiled, there's so much of her that he's addicted to in such a short time, and he goes to kiss her again. the headboard of the bed slams against the wall, her nails scratch deep marks into his back, and he's moaning into her mouth as his dick throbs far into her pussy.

her legs are bent near her head now, and his thrusts slide in so deep into her cunt, that he can see a bulge appear in her stomach. he takes one of her hands from the headboard and put it against her belly.

"you feel that?" he says, grunting and thrusting harder.

"oh fuck," she drags out, arching her back even more and squeezing his dick like a vice.

"i'm gonna cum," her voice sounds so fucked out and sated, and lando quickens before his thrusts turn sloppy.

"cum with me," he huffs out. she moans, her eyes roll back, and lando spurtsinto the condom as her feels hers coat his. his thighs are tense and sweaty as he rides out their highs before he lands straight unto her.

"where the hell did you learn how to fuck like that?" she sounds spent, and lando would give too much to hear her like that everyday.

he smiles and winks, "secret."

lando wakes up to the sun leaking on his face, a muscles aching. he turns to the spot beside him, but meets an empty bed, cold as if it had been untouched the whole night.

the disappointment is great, and he drags a hand down his face, sighing into the pillow. he doesn't even know her name to even ask about her at the club, and the dejection sits like a lump in his heart.

he turns back to his bedside table, reaching for his phone, but instead, meeting a small, rectangular metal box with a note stuck on it. he rushes to sit up, grinning like a child on christmas day, and as he reads, it grows wider.

'a little present from me. you smoke like the euphoria was made for you - call me xxx-xxxx-xxx'

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seokgyuu · 10 months

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Hello beloved 💕 please give me best friend Dino who helps you get the attention of your crush (any member surprise me) and it results in a messy, hot threesome 😭😭 as rough and as mean as you can muster.

a/n: well, well nana... you kind of did this to yourself! but i'll gladly write this for you <3 love you, hope you like it my beloved! thank you @playmetheclassics for the banner ily <3

PAIRING: BestFriend!Richboy!Chan x Richgirl!Reader x TennisInstructor!Mingyu

GENRE: Smut (MDNI!)

WARNINGS: chan has dirty thoughts, fingering, finger sucking, bit of exhibitionism, once again chan and reader in an elevator, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, mean dom!chan, kinda mean dom!mingyu, degradation (usage of the words: slut, whore), pet names (baby, princess, good girl, baby girl), orgasm denial, tit job, cum eating, creampie

WORDCOUNT: 5.6k (woops)

Requests are open! Check out my 1k special!

Chan knows you incredibly well. He knows when you’re happy and when you’re sad. Knows when you like to be left alone or when you crave attention. That’s what being a best friend is all about, he thinks. He also thinks that you’re extremely oblivious to the huge amount of attraction he feels towards you. Because besides all those things he knows, there are more things he knows. It’s comical, really, how little you understand what effect you have on him, or anyone really. You don’t know that Chan dies a little every time you take off your clothes in front of him when you change into something comfier. You don’t know how many nights Chan had fought himself not to press himself against your backside when he slept over at your place - in your bed. Maybe it’s his own fault for not telling you, but Chan is content with where he is standing in your life and isn’t exactly keen on confessing he’d like to fuck you.

“You really think this looks fine?” Chan is sitting on one of the armchairs in the boutique you’re currently in trying on dozens of dresses for one of your Dad’s charity galas. The dress you have on now is off shoulder, long and gold and it fits you so perfectly Chan once again feels the need to drag you anywhere to just… he shifts in his seat.

“You look beautiful in every dress you’ve tried on before, Y/N. Just… pick one.”

“But I don’t know which one!” You turn around to face your best friend, pout on your lips and Chan sighs, closing the incredibly bland fashion magazine he had open on his lap.

“How about the most expensive one? I bet Daddy would be thrilled to see his little girl spend all his money on a dress again.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes at Chan and look back at the mirror. Maybe this is the one. It’s a bit extravagant, but after all you are the daughter of the host. Chewing on your bottom lip, head tilted to the side, you think about why you’re even trying so hard in the first place. You think of thick arms, of polo shirts that strain against said thick arms, you think of tennis shorts barely able to cover the thighs you would love to sit on or between.

“Earth to Y/N,” Chan frowns, “will you take this or not? Our lunch reservation is in fifteen minutes!”

Bringing your head back to its normal position, you sigh dramatically again, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Fine! I’ll get this one.” Hurrying back into the changing room, you don’t notice Chan’s eyes following you, don’t notice the little crack between the curtain, that is supposed to hide your body from stranger’s eyes, and the frame. You don’t notice the hunger in his eyes when he sees the dress slide down your body, nothing but your pink thong adjourning your silhouette.

Fuck. Chan licks his lips, not able to take his eyes off you. He doesn’t see much, just a bit of your right side and yet it is enough to get his blood stream down south. Ridiculous, he thinks, he is getting absolutely ridiculous. Finally averting his gaze, he gets up, wiping his sweaty hands off on his jeans and looks up when you come out, the dress hanging inside the changing room still as you wave over an employee that gladly takes it to the front with you.

“I’ll wait in the car.” Chan says now and you nod, giving him a smile as you follow the lady to the cashier, your Dad’s credit card already in your hand and ready to solve its main purpose: make you happy.

Lunch is uneventful, except for the fact you finally come clean about your crush on your Dad’s tennis instructor. Chan stares at you, his cute forehead in cute little frowns. Most about Chan is cute. Or at least it used to be. Ever since he started hitting the gym things have been different, but you had decided a long time ago that no dirty thoughts about your best friend were supposed to enter your head, ever.

“Wait, his tennis instructor? Jesus, Y/N, you know your dad would never ever let you date him.”

“That’s the fun in it!” You beam at him, bringing your glass to your lips and taking a sip.

“You’re unbelievable. And… and wait, he is coming to the charity event? How on earth did you get your father to invite him?”

“Oh, that was easy. I just told him it would be a fun idea to mix the crowds. You know, get all the instructors and managers from the club to the party, have them take place, feel as if they are actually a part of high society for once instead of just working for us. He was pleased by my innovative.”

Chan blinks at you, watches how you giggle and put your glass back down, how your tongue licks over your lips to catch some left-over ginger ale. He decided he really needs to get someone to fuck in the next few days or else he is going to explode.

“I can only repeat myself: You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you. Anyways, I’ll need you to help me out at the gala.”

Chan’s ears perk up at that and so do his eyebrows.

“My help? With what?”

And here comes the reason why you really told him about your crush.

“I need you to talk to him, About me. You know, just… play wingman. Tell him what a great girl I am, how much I do for charity, that I always keep up with the news, that I read a lot-,”

“So, you want me to lie to a man I’ve never met? Gotcha.”

You shoot him an angered look.

“No, I want you to… exaggerate the truth a little, that’s all.” You pick up a cherry tomato with your fork, while Chan shakes his head, laughing.

“I haven’t seen you pick up a book in years, not to mention the news? Please, do you even know there is a war going on?”

“Shut it.” You throw your napkin at him.

“I am serious, Chan. I want him. And you’re my best friend, so you’re gonna help me get him, isn’t that right?”

Something inside Chan shifts. He feels something like jealousy roam through him and another frown appears on his face. Jealousy? Since when did he feel jealous about you and any guy? He had watched you go home with tons of dudes before, had even seen you give head to one (it was involuntarily and not on purpose and to this day he hadn’t told you (it had also been the main point of many of his fantasies since then)), so why on earth was he feeling this way right now?

“Right. And what’s in it for me?”

“My love and affection?” You grin and Chan rolls his eyes, a small smirk still playing on his lips.

“Fine, I’ll help you,” he stops for a second, contemplating something in his head, his smirk turns bigger and his head tilts to the side, “I’ll help you under one condition.”

“And what’s that?” You lean back, attentive look on your face. Chan copies your movement. Then, his smirk turns smug.

“I’ll let you know at the night of the party. Alright?”

And because you would have never thought of what his condition turned out to be, you happily agreed.

The night of the gala comes sooner than anticipated. You find yourself in your golden gown at the front of the room on stage with your parents, you and your mother standing by your father’s side as he welcomes everyone to the event and thanks them for coming. You barely listen to him, eyes roaming the room for one special person - only to be greeted with something, or more, someone else.

Chan is standing at the back of the room, a glass of champagne in his hands. He looks absolutely incredible. Black tux fitting like a glove, a slim tie around his neck. There is a vest underneath his jacket, the white dress shirt seemingly glowing in the light of the room. His hair is blonde. It wasn’t blonde two days ago. Your mouth is dry and a traitorous throbbing is right there between your legs. To make matters worse, he is turning around to someone you hadn’t noticed before even though you had been looking for him.

Mingyu nods at something Chan says, his gelled back dark hair showing off his sculptured face. He was also wearing a black tux, definitely not as expensive as the one Chan was wearing, but definitely not less expensive looking. Your head is droning. How did Chan find Mingyu already? And how do they look so good together?

Meanwhile, Chan is talking to Mingyu. He had recognised him from a picture on the club’s website. Posing with your Dad, shaking his hand as he smiles into the camera. Chan knew right then that this guy was right up your alley.

“You’re friends with Mr.Y/L/N’s daughter?” Mingyu asks as he looks over at the stage where he spots you. His eyes are taking in your body in that dress, drinking in every single bit of you he can for as long as he can without it being obvious. Chan nods, a small grin on his face.

“Yes. We’ve been friends for years.” He confirms and Mingyu, even though he doesn’t want to take his eyes off you, looks back at him.

“I see. So you go to these things often?” The hand that is holding his glass is moving in a circle, as if to underline what he was talking about. Chan nodded, bringing his glass to his lips.

“Unfortunately, yeah. My parents are here somewhere too, they have been doing business with Y/N’s family for as long as I can remember.”

Mingyu nods again, following Chan’s movement and sipping from his glass as well. Then, his eyes fall back on you. You, who is standing next to your mother, your one hand holding your clutch beside your body and the other holding the glass of champagne that he is also currently drinking. He wonders if it would taste better from your lips.

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Chan suddenly asks and Mingyu feels caught. Clearing his throat, he slowly looks at the man next to him.

“Well, yes.”

“I’m glad you think so. She actually has her eyes on you, you know.”

Mingyu thinks he heard wrong. His eyebrows shoot up.

“She has what now?”

“Her eyes on you. She’s the reason you’re here tonight. Made her Dad invite all the instructors and managers from the club, just so she could get a chance to see you here.”

Heat shoots through Mingyu, heat that is somewhat a mixture of flattery and embarrassment. He decided to focus on the former and lets a small grin spread on his lips.

“Is that right?”

“Yup.” Chan drinks again before falling into friendly applause like the rest of the room when your father ends his speech. He doesn’t think he even caught a single word of it aside from “Welcome everyone”.

“She wants to fuck you.”

Mingyu goes still at that, his hands freezing mid clap. Again, he lets his eyes settle on you and how you kiss your father on the cheek, how you then continue to walk down the steps of the stage. He can see the slit in your dress, the way your leg looks, the high heel accentuating it even more and making Mingyu lick his lips.

He couldn’t lie - whenever you came to the club to either visit your dad, take your own lessons (which he was still about not being able to take over) or to simply sit by the pool up top; Mingyu would always sneak looks at you. You definitely were on his mind more than you probably should’ve considering your Dad tipped him more than any other person he trained. But he couldn’t help himself, not with the way you looked in your tennis skirt, in your polo shirts, in your bikini. He had to stop himself more than once from going to the next bathroom to jerk off to the fresh image of you in his head. Pathetic, really.

And now, here he is with your best friend who tells him you want him just as much. Mingyu’s grin turns cockier.

“How convenient,” he says, “I really want to fuck her, too.”

Chan takes you by the arm, leading you outside approximately five minutes later. The gala is, conveniently, held in one of the top hotels of the city and Chan had been kind enough to book nothing less but the penthouse for you and Mingyu… and him. Mingyu is already up there, waiting for the two of you.

(“You won’t mind if I join, right?” Chan looks at Mingyu with one crooked eyebrow. Mingyu chuckles.

“Oh, absolutely not. I actually think that’s a brilliant idea. Did you have her before?”

“Nope, it’s about time, though.” Mingyu nods, clinking his glass against Chan’s.

“Well, I am looking forward to fucking her with you.”)

“Chan, what-”, but you don’t get far because the second you’re out of sight from the room, Chan has you pressed against one of the grand pillars, knocking the air right out of you.

“Mingyu is upstairs waiting for you.” His breath hits your face and you feel goosebumps erupt all over your body. With wide eyes you can’t help but stare at him, his voice ringing in your ears.

“And I think I’m ready to tell you my condition, baby.”

Baby. Your thighs press together.

“W-What is it?” You stumble out, feeling Chan suddenly part those pressed together thighs with his own. You gasp. He smirks.

“The condition is,” his lips are right by your ear, his hands gripping your hips, “I get to join.”

When you suck in a breath, Chan kisses you roughly. Your eyes roll back before squeezing shut, your hands automatically finding his neck as his tongue slides into your mouth, a breathy moan slipping from your mouth into his. Chan feels himself grow hard already and he moves his one hand down, over your thigh to the slit of your dress and you whimper when you feel his fingers gliding over your core.

“You think that’s a good idea, baby? Me coming upstairs with you? Me fucking your pretty little pussy like I should have done ages ago, hm? What do you say?”

Honestly, you’re not sure how he expects you to answer with his fingers shoving your underwear to the side and sliding them through your folds. So, instead of using your voice, you nod your head, chasing his lips with yours again. Chan chuckles lowly, moving his head back, leaving you without his kisses.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he makes, “so, so needy. Tell me, Y/N, are you a slut?” You bite down on your lip, your hips moving against his fingers that are still seemingly aimlessly roaming your pussy. But you know better. Know that he is teasing you. Even though you’ve never been intimate - you know.

“Answer me. Are you a slut?” His index and thumb find your clit, pinching it right then and you moan out loud, your head falling into yet another rapid nod.

“Y-Yes, I am. I am a slut, Chan.”

“That’s what I thought.” He pulls you close again, lips crashing into yours at the same time as his fingers find your sopping entrance, pushing in two right away, your leg moving to wrap around his thigh.

“F-fuck, Ch-Chan!” You cry out, breaking the kiss and Chan’s other hand is right there underneath your chin, holding it up.

“Shut it, slut. Or do you want someone to hear Daddy’s perfect little girl getting finger fucked in the hallway of his oh-so important business event?”

His fingers work at merciless speed and you shake your head, pressing your lips together to somehow maintain your moans inside. Chan takes the opportunity to kiss your neck, bite at your shoulder and suck a pretty red mark onto your collarbone, all while you stay quiet with your pussy sucking in his fingers like a starved man eats his bread.

“God, you’re so tight, can’t wait to feel your pussy squeeze my cock like that.” Chan whispers into your ear before pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his face, sucking them clean. The view makes your mouth drop and your pussy cry.

“Channie…” The reality of how hot you find your best friend is suddenly crashing down on you. There he is; his fingers that were just inside of you in his mouth, his eyes dark and his hair blonde. This is crazy. You are crazy.

“Mingyu is waiting, baby. Don’t you want to go upstairs?” His voice is sultry and has you swallowing as you nod, Chan taking your hand and leading you to the elevator. As much as you probably should think about what this is going to mean for your friendship, you decide that you’ll have time to figure this out later. Tomorrow, maybe. Or next week. Right now you just want to hold his hand and feel the throbbing of your pussy and think about what Chan and Mingyu will do to you. Together.

Behind you, a group of what are presumably tourists come to a halt, Chan’s hand creeping around your waist, your hand left vacant. His fingers feel hot even through your dress and when he pulls you closer, you suppress the urge to let out a pathetic little moan. You wonder if Chan knows how insanely turned on you are - until you remember he literally just felt your wetness.

The ping of the elevator makes you and the group of people move, you and Chan ending up at the end of it, the group pressing their respective buttons, while Chan kindly asks one of them to press the one for the highest floor. The penthouse. You almost chuckle at that because of course he would get the penthouse to do this. The people don’t seem to care much, or at least they don’t show you if you do and just continue their talking. The heat radiating from Chan mixed with the smell of his perfume almost drives you insane. And when you suddenly feel the hand that had been around your waist move, sliding up the slit of your dress, over the inside of your thigh, to then slip into your panties, thumb pressing down on your clit, massaging it sensually, you can already hear the van coming to pick you up to the psychiatric ward.

“Don’t make a noise, pretty baby, you don’t want all of them knowing what a little slut you are, hm?” He is right there, lips so close to your ear and you slightly nod, pressing your legs together, but Chan’s hand is in the way, his movements becoming harsher. Stars seem to be appearing in front of your eyes and you feel like your knees are about to give in. You try to concentrate on anything else, failing miserably. Chan’s breath keeps hitting your neck, his quiet voice continuing to say dirty things to you that make your pussy clench around nothing. He quickens his pace as more and more of the people leave the elevator and you are holding on for dear life, trying hard to stay put, to not make a sound, to not let anyone know what Chan is doing to you.

When finally there is no one left but you, Chan presses you against the wall, kissing you hard as his fingers slip inside you like they did back on the ground floor. He is fast and hard and his tongue is in your mouth, licking against yours like a madman. He swallows your moans and you lift your leg up, once again wrapping it around his thigh and you feel your orgasm closing in on you. When he brushes his thumb against your clit, just barely really, you cry out in pleasure, lips leaving him as your head bounces against the wall behind you, your moan loud and needy, his name dropping off your lips like a song. The doors of the elevator open with another ping and you come hard, Chan fucking you through your orgasm with your fingers.

“I see you already opened her up for us, how nice of you.”

Mingyu’s voice is something you should have expected but hadn’t. Still feeling the aftermath of your orgasm, you blink a few times, seeing Mingyu standing right in front of the elevator, a diamond glass filled with what you presumed to be whiskey in his hand. His tie was already loosened around his neck, a few buttons open and, fuck, just the sight of him made your pussy clench around Chan’s fingers. Chuckling, he pulled them out of you, once again sucking them clean.

“Common, go over to him, I know you want to.” Chan takes your hand, softly pulling you towards the opened doors of the elevator, Mingyu’s eyes set on you. You can see the fire burning in them already, sensing the heat coming from him even before you stand right there in his space.

“Hi.” You whisper, eyes looking up at the tall man, who smiles and tilts his head.

“Hi, pretty girl.”

It feels like a rush is going through you when you find yourself grinding on Mingyu’s lap with Chan sitting on the armchair next to the couch, a glass of gin in his hand as he watches you. Mingyu has his hands on your ass, guiding your hips against his crotch.

“N-Need it inside.” You cry out and Mingyu smirks, hands tightening their grip on your ass.

“Is that right? Do you need my cock to split you open, princess?” You nod rapidly, making him chuckle. He leaned forward, kissing your jaw, not moving to take out his cock at all. You whine.

“M-Mingyu, pl-please.” Never had you ever wanted a cock inside you as much as right now. You want to feel him, want to squeeze him. But Mingyu still doesn’t budge. His pants are open already and when you look down you can see the clear outline of his apparently huge cock and your mouth is watering.

“I think you need to learn a bit about patience, baby. Didn’t you already cum? And you are still being greedy?” His hand shoots down, slapping your ass and your head falls back as you moan, Mingyu licking his lips as he watches your body shake.

“You should suck him off, don’t you want his cock in your mouth, slut?” Chan chimes in, legs crossed as he watches attentively. Mingyu looks over at him, grinning.

“What a great idea, Chan,” he says, before looking back at you, “what do you say, will you be a good little slut and get on your knees for me?”

You do it. Of course you do it. Your mind is blank except for the need to please and be pleased. Your nimble fingers shove down his pants and briefs, them now pooling at his ankles and your eyes seem to pop out as you look at his cock, his leaking, throbbing cock, that makes your mouth water and more of your slick drip into your panties. You let your hand grab the base, your eyes wandering over the prominent vein at the side and the slit glistening with pre, then you look up at Mingyu who feels like he could probably shoot his load right onto your face if you just continued to look at him like that.

“Now, now. Get to it.” He orders and you nod, eyes back on his length in your hand. First, you stretch out your tongue, let it slide over his red tip and Mingyu groans quietly. He tastes salty and still somehow good enough for you to suck his tip into your mouth, hoping to milk more of him. The sounds he makes spur you on, causing you to begin bobbing your head, your hand jerking off the part your mouth can reach. Mingyu’s breathing grows labored and his hand finds the back of your head, gripping a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, such a good girl, common, take more, I know you can.” He begins to shove you down and you gag when his tip hits the back of your throat. He revels in the sound you make, his hips bucking up.

Meanwhile, Chan has his cock out, stroking it lazily as he watches you on Mingyu’s cock. He imagines it’s his you’re choking on and wonders how wet you are right now. Precum leaks out of his cock and he uses it to rub himself with more ease.

“Can I fuck your throat?” Mingyu breathes out, his cock now in all the way and you nod to the best of your abilities. Immediately, he thrusts up, his head spinning from the way it feels to have your tight heat around him. He feels your throat restrict, sees the way tears build up in your eyes and he can’t help but move again, quicker this time. He loses himself in the pleasure, head thrown back as he moans your name, both hands on the sides of your face, holding you in place as he uses you like a toy. You love it. Love the tears that now stream down your face as you breathe through your nose, love the way he feels inside your throat, the way he will probably leave bruises. His moans make your core throb harder with every passing second and you sneakily let your hand move down, pressing down and circling your clit, the moan you let out having Mingyu’s cock twitch.

“Oh fuck, b-baby, gonna cum, can I cum down your throat?” He is still frantically fucking your mouth and you again nod as best as you can, having him shoot his load down your abused throat three seconds later.

“God, yeah, sh-shit, swallow it all for me, my perfect whore, swallow it, common.” He is riding out his orgasm, eyes squeezed shut as you do swallow it all, every last drop of his pleasure.

Chan now sees your hand, sees the way you try to make yourself come and he gets up, cock hanging in the air as his hands both grab you from Mingyu, who is recovering from his high.

“Think you can just touch yourself without us noticing? Stupid slut, come on.” He bends you over, your hands finding the small coffee table and without any warning, Chan tears off your panties, dress shoved above your ass and his cock rams into your needy core at godspeed. You scream his name, hands grasping the edges of the table and Chan slaps down on your ass cheek, eyes focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you over and over again. Mingyu watches from the couch, his spent cock twitching at the sight. He leans back, grabbing the glass he had discarded on the side table earlier, taking a sip as he watches Chan fuck into you.

“Ch-Chan!” You moan again, your hips trying to move, but he holds you steady.

“Don’t you dare cum, slut, you cum only when I allow you, got it?” Chan pulls your hair with his one hand, pulls you up against his chest, both of you standing up right as he fucks into you, your eyes rolling back, legs spreading lightly.

Soon, Chan changes the position, has you kneeling on the armchair he previously sat on, your torso hanging over the backrest as he fucks into you from behind. He grunts, rutting his cock into you quick and hard and it takes everything in you not to come undone.

“Pl-please let me cum, need to cum s-so bad!” You cry out, more and more tears streaming over your face, but Chan just spanks you once again, shaking his head.

“Shut up, only moan my name, got it? Don’t wanna hear another word.” He feels your pussy clench around him, feels the way you squeeze him, how you want to milk him and he chuckles evilly.

“God, you really are a whore, such a dirty fucking whore, likes to get her throat fucked and told what to do. Bet you’d be able to fuck yourself on my cock for hours, baby.”

You whimper, nodding as your body jolts forward every few seconds, Chan’s thrusts hard with no mercy in sight.

“Get her over here, I shall use those pretty tits for my entertainment.” Mingyu is fully hard again by now, and Chan nods, his cock slipping out of you and you sob, missing him already. Chan wraps his arm around your waist and softly pulls you off the chair, instead letting your dress fall off your frame, finally having you completely bare in front of him.

“Shit, you’re gorgeous, baby,” he mumbles, hands groping your tits only for a second before Mingyu clears his throat. Grinning, Chan moves you back to the couch. You get on all fours, Chan kneeling behind you, his hands massaging and slapping down on your ass, instead of his cock, his fingers find their way inside your sopping hole. There are stars dancing around your head at this point.

Mingyu licks his lips, he is leaning against the armrest, his cock in his hand. He watches the way your face contours in nothing but pleasure as Chan fucks his fingers in and out of you.

“Chan’s right, you are gorgeous.” The words make you clench and whimper and when Mingyu reaches for your arms, basically having you cage him in, Chan moving with your body, fingers pulled out of you so his hands could hold your hips in place. Your tits are hanging right over Mingyu’s cock now and he bites his lip, before bringing his hands to them, thumb pressing down on your stiff nipples. He can’t really reach them with his mouth right now, but fuck, the urge to put his lips around them is making his cock leak again.

“You wanna fuck her tits?” Chan asked then and Mingyu nodded, your hips moving against Chan's groin.

“You’re gonna let me fuck your pretty tits, baby?” Mingyu squeezes them hard and you nod frantically.

“Y-yes, pl-please fuck my tits, want your cum all over them.” Mingyu moans at that and soon enough his cock is engulfed by your breasts, the feeling of the slick from sweat skin around him almost too much at once. He begins to thrust almost at the same time as Chan fucks his cock back into you.

The two men have their way with you, fucking your respective body parts at their own speed and you feel like you’re about to explode. Your moans don’t stop, saying both of their names repeatedly, and only when Chan wraps his arm around you, thumb beginning to circle your clit do you realize how close to release you are.

“Ch-Chan, f-fuck, I’m so cl-close.” You stutter out and Chan smirks, pinching your clit with his thumb and index.

“Yeah? Is our little slut close? Do you think you deserve to cum yet?” Chan moves to slap your clit, a wave of pleasure shooting through you and when he does it again, you feel yourself leaking into the couch, your cum dripping down your thighs, leaving a stain. Chan twitches inside of you, realizing he just got you to squirt - even before your orgasm. He curses under his breath.

“Fuck, Mingyu, look, our dirty slut squirted all over the couch.” He feels his balls tightening, feels his head spinning, his vision going blurry as he comes, thick white ropes of his juice landing inside your pussy, getting fucked into you repeatedly by Chan.

Mingyu cries out, seeing the stain behind you and his eyes roll back as he slips his cock out of your tits and instead jerks himself off, his load landing all over your tits and collarbone the next second. Both of them climaxing in and on you gets you over the edge and your already overstimulated pussy squeezes Chan as you cum, exhaustion mixed with euphoria filling you, your eyes falling shut as you found yourself pressed against Mingyu, his arms around you as his cum now lands on his clothed torso. He doesn’t care in the slightest.

“Holy fuck.” Chan pulls out of you, sinking into the soft cushions of the couch, wiping the sweat of his forehead with the back of his hand. He watches you on top of Mingyu, your naked body, his cum dripping out of your core and he stares at it for a moment, fascinated by the way how pretty your pussy looks when it’s spent like that.

“You did you well.” Mingyu kisses the top of your head and you sniff against his neck, feeling like all energy has left your body all while you’ve never felt this satisfied in your life.

“Let’s get you into the shower, baby girl.” He continues then, helping you sit up, your chest still smeared full of his cum. He sighed at the view.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.”

He gets up and pulls you with him, picking you up into his arms bridal style and you giggle as you look over at Chan who still seems frozen in place.

“Wanna join?” You ask tiredly and Chan nods, sure that there was nowhere else he’d rather be than in the sower with you and Mingyu right now.

#svthub #svt smut #dino x reader #mingyu x reader #chan x reader #dino x you #mingyu x you #mingyu smut #dino smut #seventeen smut #seventeen au #seventeen imagine #svt au #svt imagine #mingyu au #mingyu imagine #dino au #dino imagine #changyu smut

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lambsouvlaki · 8 months

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For the Hell of It - Pampering

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: G, mention of violence between Bruce and Jason.

Word count: 750

Summary: She looks after Jason after he has a bad fight with Bruce.

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Jason leaned his head forward, his expression hidden, as she massaged his tense and knotted shoulders. His hair was going frizzy in the steam of the bath, and his skin was buttery from the products she melted in it. Music played softly through the walls from the living room of his apartment.

He was usually bullish about letting her pamper him, or letting anyone look after him at all, but he was emotionally wrung out tonight. He gave only token resistance before caving.

He and Bruce were fighting. It was much worse than she had seen before. To her horror, everyone else was grieved but nobody was surprised.

Jason had dark bruising around his eye and his wrist was in a splint, elevated above the water. The bruising had bloomed so colourful it could only have been earlier in the week, but he didn’t actually tell her at the time. He didn’t know how to talk about the painful things, outside of throwing them back in people’s faces when he felt vulnerable.

She had to hear about the fight from Babs.

He made a soft noise as she steadily worked the broad expanse of muscle. She kneeled outside the partially sunken tub. The tension had been slowly seeping out of him since he sank into the fragrant, milky water. Coco-butter, vanilla, and sandalwood coaxed him into letting go.

She had known him long enough to know there was a rhythm to his relationship with Bruce, and his family as a whole. Like a tide, it ebbed and flowed. Sometimes it flooded, breached the barricades and destroyed things, sometimes it withdrew and exposed all the little things normally hidden beneath the waves.

And given time, it always rolled back. Even if she wished it wouldn’t.

Now wasn’t the time to be obnoxious about her opinions on his family. She was pretty sure he knew anyway.

He turned very quiet as she worked out the last of the tension from his upper body, then smoothed her hands over his skin. She pulled him gently to lean back against the back of the tub. She got up to fetch the shampoo.

His splinted arm reached out as she returned. He wrapped his hand around her leg and tugged her closer.

Hearing the silent request, she swung her leg around to sit behind him on the lip. A bare leg sank into the water on each side of him. He pulled one over his shoulder and held her calf. He pressed a kiss to her knee.

She poured hot water over his hair with a jug, carefully shielding his eyes with her other hand.

He began to silently cry.

She didn’t say anything. She worked up a lather and massaged the shampoo into his scalp.

“Why do you stick with me?” he asked, his voice rough.

Because I love you.

She bit her tongue.

“You make me happy.”

He scoffed wetly. “You can do better.”

“I can do a lot worse.”

He moved his head as though to look away. Only there was no looking away, no escaping her here. His hand on her leg flexed.

“I can’t promise you forever,” he said, tone hard with self hatred. “I can’t even promise next week. Or tomorrow.”

She gently rubbed little circles into the base of his scalp, just behind his ears, as she thought that over, and tried to hide away the ache in her heart. There were no rings or white picket fences in their future, she always knew that. But he would be at her side with just as much dedication as if there was. She knew that beyond any doubt. Jason didn’t know how to abandon people. If he did… he wouldn’t have two black eyes and a shattered helmet.

It wasn’t fair. To him, first and foremost. She hated it. He couldn’t promise what he did not have.

“Nobody can promise forever,” she said eventually.

He opened his mouth, but she cut him off. “Well, liars and fools can. But I don’t want empty promises.”

He grasped her leg tighter.

She rinsed the lather out, shielding his eyes again.

He tilted his head back against her. His eyes were shut, with shiny tear tracks down both cheeks. The last vestiges of resistance gave out and he went boneless in her grasp.

She leaned down, trailing her hands down his scarred body to rest over his heart. She pressed a kiss to his forehead and counted the beats, while he fell apart.

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#Jason's selfhatred vs Andys loyalty: fight #acts of service as love language #jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #for the hell of it #my fanfic #dc #fluff #hurt/comfort

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pabtsblueliving · 1 year

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You Done?

Daryl x Fem! Reader

You and Daryl had never gotten along since the farm. You two bickered like a married couple, always spewing hatred at each other. What happens when you finally snap?

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI! smut, some aggression, cursing

God he is just insufferable you thought to yourself. “I’m tellin’ you Y/N if you ain’t gon’ do this right then go help Carol in tha’ kitchen or somethin'!” Daryl yelled at you.

You and him were currently stuck killing the walkers that built up along the face of your new home, a run down prison. You met the group when you’d been staying at the Greene farm, you were an old friend of Maggie’s. Daryl and you had never hit it off, even though you tried, well…tried at first. You soon got tired of trying to be friendly and thus created a fiery rift of tension and annoyance towards each other.

You wiped off your knife and put it in the holster, walking away. “Now where tha’ hell you think you’re goin’, girl?” Daryl yelled after you. You turned around wiping the sweat off your head and holding your arms up, “Going to my rightful place, in the kitchen right? To go help carol?” Your arms slapped against your thighs and you continued to walk back up to the prison, Daryl scoffed. He couldn’t help looking your way again, squinting in the hot sun, watching your lower half as you walked away, he snapped out of it and mumbled a profanity.

You entered the main common room and slammed your knife down. “What an asshole! That redneck, southern little…UGH'' You grievanced, putting your head in your hands. “The hell happened to you?” Maggie drawled as she placed some supplies she discovered on the table. “Daryl happened, that asshole. Why the hell does he even stick around?” You groaned. Carol walks in, “Oh come on, he’s not that bad…” She spoke softly, pursing her lips at you. “Really? Well he seems to think I'm the devil and root of all evil.” You scoffed and rolled your eyes, grabbing the box from Carol’s hands and putting the supplies away. Maggie looks at Carol, then you and speaks, “Think there’s some tension that needs to be released between you two huh?” Her and Carol bumped their elbows into you. “Oh come on, guys gross. Never touching his greasy, sweaty…” You lost your train of thought. You hauled another box away, “Not. Happening.” and you continued to your bunk.

Few hours later, you're sharpening your knife in your bed as you hear Rick and Daryl’s voices grow closer. “...your guy’s schedules just line up, and you're my two strongest…I can't change the shifts now..” Rick spoke to Daryl. “Come on, Rick. We can’t work together, she’s the biggest brat…” Daryl drawled. You shot out of bed and opened your curtain, leaning against the banister. “I’m the brat huh?” You yelled down to Daryl as he stood below the elevated walkway. “And you’re an asshole who cares about himself and no one else, dick.” You continued to spew. You made your way down with your towel and such to shower. Daryl followed you, “You got another thing comin’ girl acting like this. Always walkin’ away when it gets hard.” He continued to follow you into the shared bathroom space. You dropped your things on a shelf and shoved him backwards. “You have no respect for me Daryl! Ever since we met you’ve been nothing but a no good, disrespectful, misogynistic assshole.” You turned around, but he pulled you back around with a tight grip on your shoulder.

He got in your face, “You done?” He drawled, “Not even clos-'' All the sudden he grabbed both sides of your face and pulled you in to meet each other's lips. You pushed him away, breathing heavily looking at him. You both met in the middle in a violent battle. He gripped your hips and pushed you into the wall, hands traveling everywhere they shouldn't be. “Nngh…Daryl…oh…hold on wait.” You pulled away. He looked at you, “What the fuck are we doing?” You questioned. “I don't know-” he started and you cut him off. “Fuck it.” and you grabbed him by the back of the head. His hands went to your hair and tugged, sweat building up between the both of you. “Maybe…unh..this is what we needed.” Daryl spoke between kisses. “Shut up” You said. His large calloused hands traveled up your tank top, and landed on your breasts. God, you were so touch starved, you can't even remember the last time you got it in. You grab the bottom hem of his shirt and push it off him, the sweat and muscles finally coming into view. He decided to take your tank top off, and his mouth went straight to your breasts. “Unh, ngh, Daryl jesus…” You whispered. You look down, and see his bright blue eyes looking right back up at you. Your head falls back at the view and then you lift his head, bringing his lips back to yours. “What about this down here…this ok?” Your hands trailed down his abdomen, fingers fluttering at his waist band. He looked at you and he nodded, biting his lip lightly.

His hands then started to travel down your pants, going over your clothed mound. As your hand travels around his cock, he plunges a finger inside your wet cavern. He groaned, “Jesus, girl, you always get wet like this?” He kisses under your ear, continuing his attack on your pussy. “Should have done this…ngh…sooner” You moaned. He added a second finger and you moaned out, losing focus on your job taking place under his boxers. “What, now you’re gonna listen to me, honey, hmm?” He drawled and you wanted to roll your eyes, but looked up at him, bit your lip, and nodded. “Yeah?” He smiled slightly. He curled his fingers up and you dug your fingers into his bulging bicep. “Come on, girl, come on I know you, I’ve got you…” He whispered into your ear and you whimpered and moaned into his mouth as he plunged his tongue into your mouth. “Daryl…D, please.” You begged. “I'll get you there, come on, do it for me, on my fingers, girl.” You shuttered and moaned out, biting into his shoulder to hold back. The rubber band snapped and you tensed up on his fingers, “Jesus…christ, Daryl…oh my god” You moaned as you came on his fingers. Daryl held you up, “Still hate me?” He asked. You lifted your head from his chest, looking up at him raising a brow. “I don't know…maybe we each have to do some convincing…” You smiled. “Then we got a long night in for us, baby” he spoke as he pulled you into another kiss.

“You know, it's been four hours and they're still down there. Should we check on them?” Maggie giggled. Rick rolled his eyes, “At least there’s peace between em’ now. Sexual tension was getting too much for me.” He chuckled.

#daryl dixon x reader #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon smut

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-> nami x sugar daddy ! male reader

requested (kinda?) the one where sugar daddy![name] meets all of nami's friends 8k+ word count !!! everyone be fed <3333

warnings : id say none bc its jus sweeeeeeet fluff and domesticity and jokes between nami her man and her friends.

when vivi got a text from nami, the message reading “fina-fucking-lly!!!” and attached were four images, the woman easily guessed what the context was. the images showed nami cuddled up with her “mystery man” and a pleased smile on her face. the two seemed to be cuddling shirtless in bed together so vivi was able to piece two and two together.

the man, although his face was hidden, was definitely the sugar daddy that nami had been seeing for the past year or so. he was often the hot topic between the two best friends, mainly nami complaining about him never taking a hint or making a move on her while vivi just nodded along. at first, she thought nami was just in the whole dynamic for the money (which she was), but as more time passed, it became clear that nami had caught genuine feelings for the guy.

vivi chuckled at the happy smile on nami’s face as well as her messy hair, typing back a quick “congratulations, i’m glad it all worked out,” as her response. in a second she got a text back, nami insisting that the two have a girls’ night so that they can catch up. obviously, not going to pass up the chance to hear all the details, vivi agreed and the two set a time and place for their hangout.

a couple of days later, nami was getting ready and rushing around the apartment in search of her favorite necklace. [name] blinked at her, wondering what had her so hurried before clearing his throat. she whipped her head around, looking at him pleadingly, “have you seen my gold necklace? not the one you gave me, but a different one,”

scanning his memories of what she was talking about, he could vaguely recall what she was talking about. so he walked off, going into the bathroom, and emerging with the golden necklace in his fingertips. she jumped on him, hugging him tight and singing his praises.

”thank you so much, [name]!” she turned around, taking her long hair into her hands with one sweep and presenting her neck to him. immediately, he acted in clasping teh necklace around her, “i was driving myself insane trying to find it. you’re the best,” she turned around when he finished, going on her tippy toes to kiss him.

he quickly caught her by her waist and pressed himself deeper into the kiss. she laughed at his eagerness before smacking his chest to get him to let her go, “as much as i’d love to just suck face, i’ve actually got places to be,”

“places to be without me?” [name] pouted, seeing his pretty girlfriend especially dolled up, “how can i appreciate your beauty if i’m not with you?”

“sucks to suck, babe,” she winked, grabbing her purse and giving herself the once over in the mirror before grabbing the keycard to the apartment, “meeting up with vivi for the whole day, so don’t wait up okay?”

he hummed, not actually that bothered she was having the day to herself. he just planted one more kiss to her neck, reminding her, “stay safe, text me if you two need anything,” and then pulling away from her. he smiled at her and gave a gentle wave as she walked away.

nami grinned at his sweet behavior, blowing him a kiss before stepping into the elevator to get to the lobby. when she exited the building, she saw a chaffeur already waiting for her and rolled her eyes as she knew that [name] was the one who called him for her.

when she met with vivi at the familiar restaurant, she had to contain a scream of joy at seeing her best friend. the blue haired woman shared the same sentiment, biting her lip to silence herself. instead, the two shared a long hug with each other, swaying back and forth in place as they complimented the other for looking so well.

the two took a seat near the window, still giggling to themselves.

“how have you been, nami? it feels like it’s been so long,” vivi said with a pout, her glossy lips jutted outward to emphasize her words, “don’t tell me that man has you locked in some depressing apartment and this whole meeting is actually a cry for help,”

nami laughed at her friend’s attitude, shaking her head, “it definitely isn’t, just a much needed catch up, vivi,”

her friend squinted her eyes as if she didn’t believe her before dropping the act, “alright, i believe you, but let’s just not talk about men for a good twenty minutes. just girl talk, please?”

nami took ahold of her best friend’s hands and nodded, a genuine smile on her face, “duh, of course. neither of our lives revolve around men, vivi!” the blue haired woman cheered in response before picking up the menu and scanning over their options.

as promised, the first portion of their date was just focused on how the other has been, talking about their jobs and school and schedules that have been keeping them busy. nami learned that vivi was going to soon be taking over for her father’s business, as her dad was just becoming older and older. plus, vivi had a natural leadership bone in her body that her own father could recognize and knew that it should not be wasted.

on the other hand, nami filled vivi in on how she was really eager to just get her degree and be done with schooling. all the schools wree on break now, but when things got started up again, nami knew that it would be the death of her.

“well, getting a master’s is challenging, but i know it’ll be worth it when you get that degree!” vivi encouraged her, making nami nod in agreement, “at least you don’t have to worry about financial debt when you graduate too, that’s a big plus,”

nami blushed, a bashful smile coming onto her face. she bit her tongue to prevent herself from going on a tangent, especially considering vivi and her’s previous agreement to not talk about men, but it seemed vivi could read right through her.

“alright, lay it out all to me, nami. you’ve been practically shaking in your seat since you’ve sat down,”

“i have not!” nami denied, an offensive look on her face which vivi only rolled her eyes at.

”just tell me everything, girl, i’m actually really curious,” nami waited a couple of seconds, waiting for vivi to take it back, but when he saw the girl motion for her to continue, she finally let loose.

“well, me and [name] are finally dating!” she said, trying to contain her voice of excitement to not bother the other patrons of the restaurant, “made it official about a week or so ago, and vivi!!! it’s been so good, i didn’t think that he could get any sweeter but he has and continues to! he’s such a gentleman, seriously! i’m telling you right now — older men are where it’s at, vivi! if you’re ever gonna date someone, date someone at least 5 years older!”

“yeah, more like 9 years older and in a different tax bracket, right?” vivi teased, poking fun at the two’s age gap which only made nami wave her hand dismissively.

“blah, blah, blah! but, seriously, he’s sooo sweet to me,”

“you’re sure it’s not just the bare minimum?” nami deadpanned at vivi’s question.

“do you really think i’d settle for someone that doesn’t meet my expectations?”

“you’re right, my bad for assuming otherwise,” vivi grinned, enjoying nami’s snarky attitude that she had missed so much, “and, nami, if you’re happy, then i’m happy. i’m glad you two finally got together, i know how hard of a girl crush you had on him,”

“god, don’t make it sound so elementary with that phrase,” nami cringed, hiding her blushing face in her hands.

”hey, as long as he has as much of a boy crush on you as you do on him, that’s fine!” vivi teased once more, making nami only bury her head further into her hands.

nami sighed, slapping her cheeks to rid it of the warm feeling before continuing on, “that’s also another thing, [name] always makes it obvious that he’s into me as much as i’m into him. you know how many guys in college don’t even make an effort. yeah, they don’t compare to him. he’s always just saying the sweetest shit, it’d be so icky if it weren’t him. he’s just so…” nami paused trying to find the right word before settling on, “perfect. he’s really the best, vivi. i like him a lot,”

her best friend across the table softened at her sudden genuine tone, reaching across the table to hold nami’s hand, “i’m so happy for you two,”

“and everything right now is perfect. i’m just scared that i’m gonna mess it up in some way, or that our dynamic before is gonna ruin us in some way,” vivi immedaitely shook her head to show nami that she was being ridiculous. but she continued anyway, “i don’t know, i just feel like it’s all too good to be true…? i’ve always wanted a guy that’d take care of, but wouldn’t baby me, and [name]’s just that! it’s like a dream,”

“nami, you’re not going to ruin anything between you two,” vivi assured her, squeezing her hand tight, “you guys are adults. he seems like a mature guy, if anything happens, you can at least be comfortable enough to talk to each other about it. and if that doesn’t work out, then let fate take the reigns. but the point is! you don’t have to be scared of anything because it sounds to me that he’s a really understanding guy and really knows you for who you are.”

nami sighed, nodding her head as she couldn’t deny that most of what vivi was saying sounded accurate. she was just vocalizing her worries because if she didn’t she might’ve just exploded.

“don’t overthink your relationship so much either, you guys are in it together. he likes you as much as you like him, if not more, so don’t worry about things like that either,” vivi smiled, seeing that her words were slowly uplifting nami’s mood. “but there is one thing that needs to happen before you guys can even think of moving your relationship on,”

nami blinked, tilting her head in confusion.

vivi grinned in a victorious manner, winking at nami, “you gotta let him meet all of us before you guys can keep dating! we gotta see if he passes the test or not!”

“what test?!”

“the “are you worthy enough to be dating nami” test, duh,” vivi said with an eyeroll, finishing off the rest of the water in her cup before nodding, “i reckon if he brings some good food to the house party, he’s already warmed up luffy. everyone else is pretty hard to read,”

“oh, you guys can’t be serious?” nami said in an exasperated tone, letting her head hand in disbelief.

”no, we’re completely serious, like genuinely everyone’s been waiting for your relationship to move on like this so we could all meet and approve him,” vivi said, looking at her phone and then grinning at nami, “they’ve already settled for a casual house party to be held in a week from now, bring your man and we can all meet him,”

nami looked at her as if she were the spawn of satan, but vivi just continued smiling on as if there were nothing wrong. then she just dug through her purse for [name]’s card (he slipped it into her wallet before she left) and glared at her, “if you guys do anything weird to scare him off, i’ll seriously kill all of you guys,”

“yes, yes, whatever, let’s just charge his card here and move on from his discussion~”

the two parted ways after about a four hour long brunch-turned-dinner date together. nami made sure vivi got home safe with a safe uber ride, stalking her location as she rode in her own ride back home. she smiled to see vivi arrived at her house safely, thanking the chaffeur of her vehicle before going to the elevator back up to [name]’s apartment.

the first thing she smelt when the elevator door opened was the smell of freshly baked cookies.

”nami’s home, finally,” [name] cried out, emerging from the corner with an apron on and his sleeves rolled up, “was wondering when you’d come home, but i guessed that around the two or three hour mark you’d be on your way back. and i planned my baking endeavors perfectly with your arrival because,” he leaned down to kiss her midsentence, helping her out of her coat as he smoothly wrapped his arm around her waist, “tada! cookies, made them myself — out of scratch and everything,”

nami grinned, squeezing his torso in a tight hug before bounding over to the baking sheet that had chocolate chip cookies laid out on them. just as she was about to grab one, though, [name] caught her hand in his, “but! they have to sit out for maybe a couple more minutes, so no touching until then,”

she shot him a look, quirking her eyebrow, “didn’t you say you had perfect timing,”

“oh, i do, because i know exactly how to fill those minutes up,” he smirked, leaning closer and closer down to her height.

“how do you plan on doing that?” she asked, breathing in his cologne that was mixed with the scent of baked goods, a hazy look in her eyes. instead of properly answering her question, he just pressed his lips to her glossy ones.

then his hands gripped the undersides of her thighs, carrying her up to sit on the top of the kitchen island. she yelped in surprise, but was soon focused back in on the passionate kiss they hadn’t been seperated from.

his hands went to rest on the base of her neck, squeezing softly to illicite a moan from her. soon, his tongue was running over hers and she softly smiled. pushing away from him, breathlessly, she looked at him through her eyelashes, “tastes sweet,”

“got hungry halfway through,” he confessed, eyes still half-lidded and focused solely on her bruised lips. she was going to tease him further, but his lips against her own cut her off. her fingers played with his short strands of hair and allowing him full access to her mouth. she got a preview of what the cookies would end up tasting like with how he adamant he was in keeping their tongues in contact with one another.

their passionate make out session was interuppted, though, when nami’s number buzzed on the table. she cursed whatever notification set it off, knowing that [name] always backed off when her phone got any sort of message.

and just as she predicted, he pecked her lips one last time before pulling away, “anything important?” he asked, eyes trained on her face as she read the notification.

”don’t forget to tell mr. [name] we require his presence at the house party of monkey d. luffy and co!!!” vivi texted, followed my several cute emoticons to get her point across. nami’s eyebrow ticked up in annoyance at the fact that this was the message that had cut off her hot and steamy make out session short. she quickly sent a middle finger emoji back before dropping the phone back onto the counter.

“nothing important, babe,” she answered, crossing her ankles over each other as she watched him work around the kitchen. he was plating the cookies and carefully lifting the now empty baking pan from the counter and into the sink.

he washed his hands quickly before holding on up to her face with a smile, “try it?”

she obviously did as told, eager to taste the sweet treat and almost moaning in pleasure at the taste, “[name]! they’re so good!” she took another bite before throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him close, “my man is sexy and can bake — what more could i ask for?”

“anything and i’d give it to you,” [name] laughed, taking a bite of his own baking to ensure that nami wasn’t lying to spare his feelings. she finished it off, letting him wipe the side of her mouth from the spare melted chocolate. he sucked his thumb clean, grinning in glee at how his baking endeavor successfully panned out.

after they finished off a couple of sweet treats, [name] was carrying her back to their room and helping her get unready for bed.

“did you eat?” she asked him as she was taking off her makeup.

“yeah, had some food down in the lobby’s restaurant. sometimes forget how good their pasta is,” [name] noted, stripping out of his outside clothes and into a comfy (expensive) pajama set that matched with hers. she grinned at how he laid out a cute pair for her on the king sized bed. then he was walking over and hugging her from behind, watching her through the mirror.

“hm, can i ask you something?” she said slowly, meeting his eyes in the mirror and waiting for his “okay” before continuing. when he nodded, she took in a deep breath and finally said what was on her mind, “well, there is a house party my friends are throwing and they invited me,”

“oh,” [name] grinned, “and?”

“well, i was thinking of going, anyway,” she said, dancing around the subject before shaking her head and forcing herself to just say it, “but they told me i could bring you if you wanted to come- they invited you too, i mean to say. so do you wanna come with me?”

[name] smiled, kissing the soft skin of her neck, “they wanna meet me?”

“yeah, they do. think i’ve talked their ears enough about you that they wanna meet the man of the hour,” nami joked, but internally she was wrecked with nerves.

“hm, i’ll go on one condition,” he said, standing up and moving to lean against the counter. he crossed his arms over his chest and had a pretty serious look on his face. so nami halted her movements, nodding and showing he had all of her attention.

“anything, what’s up?”

“one condition is,” he paused for dramatic effect before grinning like a fool, “as long as i get to be your date!”

she almost smacked him in the stomach for scaring her so much.

”go to hell, [name],” she cursed, not finding it funny to be scared half to death. but he merely laughed, leaning forward to kiss her forehead before leaning back.

“obviously, i don’t mind meeting your friends, babe,” he assured her, “for a second, i thought you were going to ask if it was alright if you went out — now that would’ve scared me! asking me for permission on going out is just icky. i was about to be really concerned. but since it was a joint invitation, it's not concerning anymore!”

she smiled to herself at his lax attitude, finding it refreshing.

“the only thing is, it’s probably gonna be on friday. i know you have work, are you sure you’ll be alright going right after work?”

“do you really think i’m an old man?” [name] asked in offense, “i can keep up with you guys, i’m not that much older!”

“you’ll be a decade older than some of the people there,” she noted, feeling the urge to humble her boyfriend. and it worked because he obviously deflated at that comment.

“hey, being 34 isn’t that old…right?” he asked before immediately speaking up, “don’t actually answer that! but seriously, i didn’t think i was that old, oh god,”

“you’re not actually that old,” she assured him, kissing his cheek softly before continuing her skin care, “just putting it out there~”

“you just said that to make me feel old, you’re so mean,” he said with a pout, making her laugh at his childish expression.

the rest of the night, [name] was just watching her as she finished her nighttime routine before carrying her over to bed. nami cuddled into his side, smiling softly when she felt him playing with the ends of her long hair. that was the last thing she felt before she was whisked away to sleep.

---

before she knew it, it was already a week later and it was the day her friends would see if her boyfriend passed the test. whatever bullshit test they had in mind. she rolled her eyes at their odd behavior, but didn’t bother wasting her time thinking about it now. vivi was probably just exaggerating anyway…

“just park on the street wherever you see a spot,” nami said, noticing that it was a bit more packed than usual, “we’d be lucky to get anywhere near where his house is. ugh, i know all these cars aren’t here for him, either, so that’s just shit timing,” she sighed, mentally flipping off all the cars that were taking up street parking.

[name] chuckled at her pissed off attitude, rubbing up and down her leg to calm her down. after parking a couple of houses down from where luffy’s was, [name] stepped out of the car and then went over to the passenger side to help nami out.

due to how he was coming in from work, he was wearing a suit while nami had more casual attire on.

“i told you to put some extra clothes in the trunk,” she chided, looking at how sullen he was due to his formal clothes.

“i know, i forgot before leaving earlier. now all your friends are going to think i’m some stuck up richass,” [name] complained, shoulders slouching as he thought about how he was already making a bad first impression.

nami joined their hands together and kissed the back of his, smiling softly, “don’t worry, just buy them off and then you’ll be all set in winning their favor,”

he looked at her with his eyebrows furrowed, a look of genuine confusion on his face. she laughed at his obliviousness to her joke, waving off his worries and clarifying that she was not at all serious.

“well, i hope the cookies i baked count for something at least,” he said, holding the container in his non-occupied hand. the same recipe he used when he baked for nami last week were the ones he used to make this batch. and he was sweating bullets hoping that they were going to be to everyone’s liking.

he didn’t get to try one because he was in a rush in putting them in the container, so it really was wrecking his nerves on if they were even good.

“that bottle of wine should also win over sanji, he really likes stuff like that,”

“and this is the same sanji that wanted you for himself, right?” [name] asked, remembering the name to be familiar from somewhere.

“yep,” nami said proudly, popping the “p,” “but don’t worry, [name], i’m all yours now,”

he chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist as they approached the door of luffy’s house, “should i go easy on the affections in consideration of him?”

“no, there’s no point in that. he’ll be a sulking mess anyway,” nami said, adding in, “he’s a lost cause that poor guy…”

and just as her newly manicured nail rang the doorbell of luffy’s house, several heads inside all perked up.

“i hope you all have the list memorized!” one voice shouted, a stressed look on her face.

“what’s it matter anyway? they’re already boyfriend-girlfriend, right?” a voice whined, a pout on his face as he felt stressed in remembering the list.

“no! it matters a lot, so you better have it memorized! nami-san can’t be dating some sleazeball, who for all we know — could be apart of some crime syndicate and trafficking her! oh, poor nami-san! don’t worry, your real prince will save you soon, my lady!!”

“this guy just can’t accept the fact nami was never interested in him,” a tired voice sighs, obnoxiously yawning at the end of his sentence.

“but, what if he doesn’t check all the boxes on the list? what do we do then?” a curious voice asked, looking at all of his friends, “nami seems really happy, we can’t break them up over it, right?”

“of course we can, we can also forcefully get him to never speak to her again by threatening his entire family lineage,” a very optimistic voice said, making the previous speaker look at them with fear in his eyes.

“alright! enough of that! we need to pretend as if this conversation never happened!”

“what conversation?”

halfway on their walk to the entrance, nami and [name] let themselves in due to how long it was taking for anyone to answer the door.

“you seriously gotta change your locks, luffy, how many times do i have to tell you?!” nami scolded, putting the bobby pin that she used to unlock the door back into her hair. she smoothed out her clothes, looking at all of her shocked friends. “what?”

beside her was a prim looking man that was awkwardly smiling, the expression on his face looking as if he were contemplating life and death. all of nami’s friends looked at him with blank eyes, except for one that was outright glaring at his figure. and noticing where they were all looking, nami took it upon herself to start the greeting.

“alright! well, introductions are in order!” she said, clapping her hands to knock them out of their daze, “everyone, this is my boyfriend [name]! [name] meet,” nami lifted her finger as she pointed at each respective individual, “luffy, zoro, robin, chopper, sanji, and vivi!! uh, there are usually more of us here, but i guess everyone else was just busy,”

“nice to meet you all,” [name] said, waving his hand awkwardly before placing it back onto nami’s waist. that sudden action, though, caused an angry reaction to spark from a certain blonde.

“no! no! no! get your filthy hands off of nami-san this instant or i swear to god i will chop them off with my best set of knives!! get them off-” a hand was clamped onto his mouth to stop his threats from pouring out even more. [name] sweatdropped at sanji’s antics, feeling even more awkward.

no one said anything until a woman with long, light blue hair stepped forward with her hand outstretched, “lovely to finally meet you, [name], we had heard so much about you,” [name] was quick into gently shaking her own, offering her the most calm smile of his (as calm as one can get after being threatened with dismemberment).

he shook their hands for a second before letting go, “nice to meet you as well, vivi. and, haha, i hope they were all good things?” vivi smiled politely, looking back at her friends to remind them of their task at hand.

internally, a couple of the friends watching from the back ticked off a box on the list (”friendly greeting, but not too friendly. polite gesture with appropiate manners” — minor bonus points for slight humor in reply).

“now, sanji, there’s no need for you to be so rude when [name] went out of his way to gift us all something to get our night started,” nami chimed in, looking at her boyfriend to unveil the wine.

“oh, right!” he looked inside of the paper bag that he was holding, bringing out the expensive bottle of wine, “we can either open it tonight or you guys can keep it for another occasion. either way, it’s yours, so please help yourselves,”

sanji stomped his way over, grumbling under his breath as he glared at [name], “whatever, you fucker, i bet it’s just some cheap ass wine you got at the corner store,” he yanked it out of [name]’s hands, who was placcidly smiling at the chef, “yeah, what is it? i bet it’s just generic-”

the blonde’s jaw dropped as he read off the label. then he looked back up at [name], his eyes blown wide. he caressed the bottle of wine as if it were a baby, looking back and forth between it and the man, “where the hell did you get your hands on this?!”

[name] scratched the back of his head, “well, i’ve had it in my cellar for a long time, so i can’t remember originally where it was from. it was probably a gift from my company…but! it definitely came from france because my boss never cheaps out on gifts,” then he dug back into the paper bag, a smile on his face, “but this one i got myself — if you guys are more so into whiskey!”

zoro’s head perked up and he walked over, now intrigued. he was never really a wine guy, anyway.

“this one i got myself for this occasion, so like i said before if you wanna open it now or save it for later, i don’t mind!” [name] saw how interested zoro was so he handed the drink off to him, “you like whiskey?”

“i prefer sake,” zoro ruggedly answered, looking at the bottle in disinterest. but before he could read the label, it was yanked out of his hands.

sanji, the thief, had his jaw dropped once again, “you’re fucking kidding me…”

in his hands was a bottle of Christian Nourissat Clos de Vougeot Grand Cru, which is usually priced at 1,129,610 yen ($8,010USD), and in the other was a bottle of the Karuizawa ‘Fazzino’ 35 Year Old Single Malt Whiskey, which was even more expensive at 3,438,189 yen ($24,380USD). and the fact that [name] took the money out of his own wallet to buy the latter option really made sanji almost fall to his knees.

“hey, what’s the big deal sanji? drinks are drinks! open ‘em up, let’s have some fun!” an energetic voice cried out, carelessly taking the bottles out of sanji’s, practically, shaking hands and running off to the kitchen.

“oi, luffy, don’t you dare think about opening those!! we are saving that for one of our funerals and that’s it! do you hear me?!” sanji said, quick on his feet in running after the idiot ravenette.

“i told you, you didn’t have to bring the whiskey if you already had the wine,” nami scolded her boyfriend, pinching his side.

he winced at the dull pain, looking at her with an unbothered look on his face. the gesture really wasn’t that grand (- to him. to any other sane person, it was), but he still really wanted to make a good first impression, “i didn’t wanna show up with only one type of liquor…what if you guys preferred something else?” it was a weak reason, but it was the genuine one.

the rest of nami’s friends looked at [name] as if he were crazy. admitting to just spending that much money on a good first impression made them almost fearful of the amount of money he had in his bank account.

“well,” vivi cleared her throat awkwardly, “anyone want popcorn? we just popped some before you guys got here,”

mentally, robin ticked off one of the boxes on the list (”makes an effort in impressing us/working for our approval”) and laughed behind her hand. the group gathered in the living room, sanji and luffy still fighting it out in the kitchen and soon everyone was just asking [name] endless amounts of questions.

“so, how did you get a job so fancy!?” chopper was the first to eagerly ask, eyes sparkling at the fancy suit [name] was wearing, “i always thought business jobs were cool, but i’m more motivated to be a doctor! it’s what i’ve wanted to be since i was a kid!”

[name] smiled at the wonderment in chopper’s eyes, “that’s a really respectable choice, chopper. but, i just got it from working my ass off. i started just in a cubicle, but i was always trying to impress my higher ups. i was lucky enough to be in their good favor and now, i’m in this position,”

“how long did it take you?”

“hm, maybe 10 years? it was a long journey, but i’m very fortunate now, so i think it all paid off,” he grinned, “what about everyone else? have any of you already graduated?”

it felt like an odd question, one that [name] hasn’t asked in years since he himself has graduated, but it was just the age gap making itself known.

“i graduated early, but it was because my father wanted me working already,” vivi bashfully said, “i will probably go back to school in a coupe of years, but that’s my situation now.”

“i graduated a couple of years ago,” robin spoke next, “we are probably the closest in age, [name].” his eyes lit up at the notion, but she just smiled and politely said, “you’re definitely way older than me, though, but still!”

and he was backed to being in a slouched, sullen figure on the couch. laughter erupted at robin’s teasing remark, nami pushing her shoulder gently at her comment, but there was no actual hatred or protectiveness behind it.

“but after i graduated, i applied to the local museum and i’ve been working there since,” robin finished after calming herself down from her laughing fit, “it’s been really fun, it’s something i’m passionate about so i’m really happy right now,”

“then i’m glad too! that’s great to hear,” [name] said, quickly recovering from his previus sadness. he looked at the silent green haired male, goading him into telling something about himself.

“i’m still in school, but right now i work at the auto shop,” he said gruffly, taking a swig of his beer, “it’s been stressful, man, but there’s nothing i can do about it but keep getting through the days,”

[name] nodded in understanding, “hopefully with time, you’ll reap the rewards you deserve. you got it! even if the days get harder and harder, you seem like you have a strong fighting spirit!”

vivi checked off a box on her list (”doesn’t assume we’re all charity cases — not just throwing his cash at us”). the previous grandiose action with the liquor was different. if, right now, [name] said something along the lines of, “well, if you need any help wink wink, i’ll be sure to help wink wink” alluding to helping financially with their “problems” then that would’ve garnered a warning to nami.

because something like that insinuates: [name] is so full of himself and his wealth that he thinks that throwing money at problems solves them automatically.

besides, if he even tried offering such a thing to zoro — of all people — he would’ve been embarassedly shot down as the man hates it when his close friends even attempt giving him some outside help. he’s stubborn and likes to handle things by himself. so, unknowingly, [name]’s response had made zoro favor him even more (the bottle of whiskey was really cool, to zoro).

as [name] caught up with and learned more about nami’s friends, sanji and luffy finally joined them on the giant sofa with more food. seeing that sanji had finally come back, [name] reached into the paper bag and pulled out the container of baked cookies.

“and to add onto all of our treats,” he said, presenting the goods to everyone with a sheepish smile, “i know i should have asked more about your preferences, but i thought chocolate chip cookies were pretty universal…or i hope they are,”

sensing how stressed and anxious he was, nami ran her hand up and down his back to calm him down. he turned his head towards her with a thankful look in his eyes, squeezing her knee gently before looking back to the rest of the group.

sanji looked unimpressed, but vivi was grinning ear to ear, “don’t worry, [name], we all enjoy chocolate chip cookies!”

“i love them!” chopper cried out, already snatching one off of the platter.

“food is food!!!” luffy cheered, almost crashing into the table with how eager he was to get one in his mouth.

nami already was chewing on one before she looked back at zoro, “hey, where’s usopp, by the way? he told me he’s be coming,”

“he’s only running late because he’s helping kaya out with something at her place. he should come any minute, though, because he said he’d only be like thrity minutes late.”

she hummed in thought before shrugging and turning back to the rest of the group. what she saw was chopper and luffy completely suffocating her boyfriend as crocodile tears ran down their faces. in the corner, sanji was sulking and crying to his heart’s content as he too was nibbling on his own cookie.

“[name], they’re so good!!! how’d you do it!?!” luffy and chopper cried in unison, shaking him back and forth with their mouths full of chocolate chip cookies.

“they’re so yummy!” chopper added in.

“how the fuck is this bastard so perfect,” sanji scowled in his corner, finishing the last bits of his cookie.

meanwhile nami was angrily smacking luffy and chopper off of [name] with a pillow, “you’re suffocating him! hello?!”

“but he hasn’t answered our question yet!”

“he can’t answer if you’re suffocating him, luffy! be serious!”

“wait?! suffocating? someone get the doctor!! oh…wait!!!” chopper panicked, pushing luffy off of [name] and repeatedly smacking the man’s chest to get a reaction out of him, “oh no! is he dead?! i’ve failed!”

“i’m not dead, just really out of breath,” [name] replied as fast as he could, resting his open hand over his stomach. “thanks, chopper,”

“how about a thanks from me who just saved your life?” nami pointed out, looking at [name] with her arms crossed over her chest.

“thank you, my love, you’re my true lifesaver,” [name] smoothly complimented, getting up and pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. she blushed at the action, smacking him on the chest to quit the pda due to how embarassing it was that all of her friends were watching.

“well, now that we have all the snacks, why don’t we put a movie on or something? i vote a scary one so that usopp can get scared when he comes in,” vivi grinned mischeviously, getting agreement from everyone except for chopper, who just grabbed a pillow to hide behind.

they turned off the lights and got comfortable. [name] took his place at the edge of the couch with nami to his right. he had his arm around her shoulder as she cuddled up into his side. her legs rested on top of his lap, his other arm securely holding them in place so that they wouldn’t fall.

“have you seen this movie already?” he asked her in a whisper, not wanting to ruin the experience for the others that were watching.

”no, is it really scary?” she asked, looking up at him as he smiled down at her.

“no, no, it’s not, you’ll be fine,” he assured her, grin only widening. for nami, she saw that as a sign of comfort, gently pecked him on the lips, and cuddled into him further to get comfortable. but really, he was grinning in mischief because he had already seen the movie and it was pretty terrifying.

but he just held her closer and didn’t bother telling her that. if it meant she would continue pressing herself into his side, he’d take all the skinship he could get.

as the movie continued on playing, [name] laughed to himself at all the familiar jumpscares, letting nami gradually come closer and closer as she was getting more and more scared. by the climax of the movie, she was sitting on his lap and cowering behind the giant blanket.

“[name],” she whined, finding his amusement in the situation annoying in comparison to how afraid she was. [name] pressed a kiss to her forehead as response, the smile on his face not faltering for even a second.

and just when there was about to be a big jumpscare, the front door was slammed open in time with the movie and made everyone in the room shout in surprise and fear. chopper threw the popcorn he was holding into the air, sanji and zoro immediately jumped into action to fight whoever was there, robin and vivi held onto each other, luffy fell onto the ground in shock (and because everyone else jumped up off of the couch), while nami jumped into [name]’s arms whilst he just stared at the front door in shock.

the figure that slammed the door open, in turn, screamed because everyone else screamed and also because of the visuals on the screen.

“what the fuck guys!?” usopp shouted, covering his eyes as he saw the horrific image of the movie staring back at him. “why the fuck are you guys watching this when it’s pitch black outside?!”

“why the fuck are you slamming the door open in the dead of night?! are you an idiot?!” nami shouted, chest heaving due to the adrenaline rush she just got. when she saw that it was just her other best friend, she felt pissed off that her heart was racing this fast just because of him. and not an actual threat.

“don’t shout at me, i’m the victim here!!”

“you’re not the victim, asshole!” sanji and zoro shouted at the same time, huffing as they fell back onto the couch with pissed off looks on their faces.

everyone was just pissed off at usopp.

[name] awkwardly cleared his throat, tapping nami’s thigh to signal her to get up, “since that was the end of the movie anyway, i’m gonna use the bathroom,” nami nodded in understanding, giving him quick directions on how to get there.

“ah, let me go with you,” usopp said, hopping back and forth between his feet (it was his pee dance).

“didn’t you just come from kaya’s? why didn’t you piss there?” zoro asked, looking at usopp with an unimpressed look on his face.

“you can’t pee at your girlfriend’s house, that’s weird…” usopp said, shooting zoro an incredulous look, “hey, man, you really can’t do that. so when you get yourself a girl, please remember that,”

the group broke out into laughter at usopp’s joke, slapping zoro on the back as he only glared back.

so usopp and [name] went upstairs, introducing themselves, “nice to meet you, usopp. that was a really funny entrance you had back there,” [name] laughed, making usopp bashfully scratch the back of his head.

“yeah, that’s me. the jokester of the group,” usopp said sticking his hand out. [name] shook his hand without wasting a second, introducing himself by name as well.

“so you and nami are serious, huh?” usopp teased, nudging [name] with his elbow, “you finally asked her to be your girlfriend, woohoo!”

“well, it was kinda more like her asking me, to be honest. but i’m really glad that we did make it official, yeah,” [name] said, an embarassed look on his face, “she’s really great, i’m glad that we’re dating now,”

usopp smiled at the genuine look on [name]’s face, slapping him on the back, “are you sure you’ll be able to keep up with her though, old man?” he teased, enjoying the way the comment obviously got to him. “i’m just teasing~”

“well, i will be trying my best to keep up with her and i’m very confident in us,” [name] said, trying to ignore the stab to his heart.

“hm, well in the meantime, take a piss, man,” usopp said, pointing to the bathroom, “and do me a favor, please make sure there’s no demon behind the shower curtain…”

[name] gave him a thumbs up before walking in and locking the door. after finishing his business and washing his hands, he did actually check behind the shower curtain and purposefully left it open so that usopp could see there were no monsters. he smiled softly as he dried his hands on a nearby hand towel, walking out to see usopp eagerly waiting.

“no monsters,” he confirmed before stepping aside.

“thanks, man,” usopp said, “oh! and you can go ahead downstairs and tell them to put on something that’s not scary!”

[name] chuckled at the way usopp slammed the door shut, making his way back downstairs.

“usopp said to put something not scary on,” he announced to the group as he settled back onto the couch.

nami took her place beside him, hugging his arm as she scowled, “that asshole, we might as well put on the scariest thing, turn off the lights, hide somewhere he won’t see us, and then scare him when he comes downstairs.”

“i was just about to say that,” robin said, taking another cookie to eat.

“well, i think we should not do that for the sake of usopp’s heart,” vivi said with a deadpan look on her face. just as she finished speaking, her phone pinged and she checked the notification quickly. she read it quickly, spared [name] one look, and then went back to directing how the rest of the night would go.

“that was weird,” nami said under her breath, catching the small action and looking in between her best friend and [name]. the man, however, was oblivious to anything and was too immersed in the conversation of what movie they would watch next.

soon, usopp joined them downstairs and jumped right in between chopper and luffy.

“hold on, before you guys start, me and vivi are gonna pop some more popcorn,” nami said, getting out from her comfortable spot next to [name] and grabbed her friend.

the moment they were in the kitchen, nami had dug the phone out of vivi’s pocket and was snooping through her recent texts. vivi, who was very blindsided to nami’s swift movement, could only blink and stare at nothingness.

“are you two serious?!” nami whisper shouted, looking at the texts vivi and usopp shared. this made the other woman snap out of it, looking at the referenced texts. “you guys actually made a list?”

“whattt? no, we did nottt!” vivi lied, very terribly so. seeing the unimpressed and genuinely pissed off look on nami’s face, she straightened up and held onto her hands to calm her anger, “i know it sounds really bad, nami, but we’re just joking around…for the most part,”

“then why did usopp have to text you, “he washes his hands after using the bathroom — check” vivi, this is not normal behavior,”

vivi sighed, knowing that it looked very weird and creepy, but she was determined to make nami see it from their point of view, “we’re just concerned, i guess?” nami rolled her eyes and groaned, but vivi squeezed her shoulders to get her to listen, “he’s so much older, plus the way you guys met, we just wanted to make sure it was all…real,”

“you guys are unbeleviable, what do you mean “real”?”

“no, that wasn’t the right word, i’m sorry. not real — just that he was serious about you two. he’s so much older and stuff and you really like him, we all know how much you do,” cue nami rolling her eyes again, “and not to say that he doesn’t like you back jsut as much because he definitely does, it was really obvious tonight, we are just really rooting for you two to work and we wanted to kinda reassure ourselves that it would…we really care about you, nami. and i’m serious when i say it was like 90% just for fun.”

nami sighed, handing vivi her phone back, “what you’re saying really doesn’t make any sense, i hope you know that. you’re excited for our relationship, so you made a checklist of everything he does?” the two were silent as nami tried collecting her thoughts. with a finger pinching the bridge of her nose, she spoke through clenched teeth, “but! i’ll just sweep it aside because i know for a fact that you really are supportive of us. you’ve proved that before this whole silly joke of yours, but still! quit it now! don’t worry about silly shit like that.”

“it wasn’t silly, we were looking out for real, genuine red flags, too, y’know?” a single glare from nami made vivi shut up with a slight pout.

“like what?”

”…if he washed his hands after he peed…?”

“why on earth would i date a guy that didn’t wash his hands after peeing?”

“…you’re right.”

the two did end up popping more popcorn, not wanting to turn back up empty handed, but nami hogged it all for herself and [name]. the feeling of luffy staring dead into [name]’s soul began making the targetted man feel pressured to share, but nami cut him off before he could even try.

”ignore the rabid animal, [name],” nami fed him another piece, unbothered by luffy’s eyes watching them.

“but-”

“don’t worry about him, he’ll find something else to eat,”

“are you sur-”

“positive~” nami said in a sing song tone, eyes completely focused on the movie that was beginning to play.

by the end of the night, they were able to get through 3 movies before everyone felt too tired to watch any more.

“do any of you need a ride home?” [name] offered, holding a sleeping nami in his arms. he carried her with his hands looped underneath her thighs as she hugged both his neck and waist with her arms and legs, respectively. her head was buried into his neck, the suit jacket [name] was wearing earlier was now draped over her shoulders to keep her warm.

everyone but luffy, usopp, and chopper (the two other boys were sleeping over) needed a ride home. they all rejected his offer, wishing him a good night (sanji’s sounded more heartbroken than the others, though).

he carefully put nami in the passenger side, putting her seatbelt on and then gentle closing the door. he got into his driver’s side, using the same gentleness in closing his own and then checking to make sure that she was still sleeping.

he breathed a sigh of relief and grinned when he saw that she was, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

“ya missed,” she spoke suddenly, almost making [name] jump in his seat at the surprise of her voice. plus the fact they just watched a couple of horror movies made him more on edge, a teensy bit. but he regained his composure and went back to properly kiss her on the lips. it was a gentle, soft kiss, but it left them both with smiles on their faces.

“sleep, princess, we got a pretty long drive home,” he spoke quietly, not wanting to make her wake up from her sleepy daze. he gently patted her knee, rubbing his thumb back and forth on her skin, trying to goad her into sleeping.

and she was just about to, but she said one last thing before letting the rest of the car ride continue in silence.

”you’re the best boyfriend, [name],”

his heartbeat picked up at the simple comment, gently bringing them to a stop at the red light, “you’re the best girlfriend, nami.”

“no, you’re really thee best,” she yawned, turning around in the comfortable seat so that was facing the window instead of him.

just when he thought she was really asleep, she said one more thing before knocking out, “even if you didn’t check all the boxes on the list…”

“…”

waiting for her to continue and give him more context, he, unfortuantely, was left with nothing else to work with.

“haha, what do you mean by that, baby?” … “babe?” … “nami, what did you mean by that?”

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girl-of-many-fandoms · 1 year

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Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader

Summary: After years of being gone, Alex makes his return to Grey Sloan Memorial.

Warnings: Mention of Jack Gibson and light cursing.

She's baaccckkk!!!

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“Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What is it Griffith?” The brunette looked up from the tablet in her hands to see the new intern smiling back at her and panting like she just ran two miles. Y/N cocked an eyebrow and the intern who seemingly forgot her reason for searching for the OBGYN in the first place.

“Oh! There’s a really handsome man looking for you. Well, I overheard him asking Dr. Hunt for you down in the pit but he got brushed off so I offered to bring him up but he said he knew this hospital like the back of his hand. Which is weird now that I think about it.” Griffith tilted her head to the side causing her curls to bounce on top of her head as she thought back to her interaction with the man.

“Did he give you a name?”

“I didn’t ask but he’s right-”

“Here.” For a second the doctor’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of a very familiar voice. A voice that she tried so hard to forget over the past couple years.

No no no, it can’t be him she thought.

“Y/N.”

“Griffith I need you run down to the lab to collect Mrs. Henry’s lab workup.” Alex hung his head and the intern could visibly see her superior trying her best to ignore the man that called out to her.

“Y/N you can’t igno-”

“Griffith-”

“On it.” The intern glanced between the pair before speed walking down the hall to the elevator. Alex sighed, he knew that she wasn’t going to be happy to see him but he didn’t expect her to ignore him either.

“Y/N please, can we talk?”

Rolling her eyes at him Y/N walked past him to go check on her patient but that only made him follow her. Alex securely took hold of her arm and pulled her into the nearest on-call room.

“Alex! What the hell?” Breaking away from him she wasted no time in putting as much distance between them as possible.

“Y/N I know you don’t want to see me especially after the way things ended between us but I just want to talk.”

“It’s been years since you left me to go back to Izzie and now you want to talk. Alex I’m only going to say this once, fuck you. I don’t want to hear a word coming out of your mouth because when you were supposed to talk to me you left. You took your things and took off leaving me a freaking letter filled with bullshit.” Alex listened to her release all her anger on him that she definitely had pent up over the years.

“I meant everything in that letter Y/N. I loved you and every single thing we had built together-”

“Oh please, you wouldn’t even know what love is even if it slapped you in the face Karev. If you had loved me, loved us and what we had, you wouldn’t have left. We would’ve come up with a way for you to meet your kids and be a part of their lives but you took off instead. You didn’t mention them to me, you just found out and left me in the dirt.” Hot tears pricked at her eyes as all the hurt, frustration and anger rushed to the surface but she’s not going to let them fall. Alex Karev didn’t deserve another tear of hers.

“You didn’t deserve that.”

“I didn’t deserve that but yet still you did that to me!” Alex felt a stabbing pain in his chest hearing and seeing how much pain, how much she’s hurting over the way he left. After all, they were three days away from getting married and starting a life together.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s a little too late for apologies.” A moment of silence fell over the room giving Y/N the time to get a hold of her emotions. Alex couldn’t help but take in her appearance after being away from her for years. He had to admit, her beauty never changed but the thing that struck him was the wedding band that she wore on her left hand.

“How are they?”

“Mhm?” Alex snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice.

“Your family, how are they?” She couldn’t help but to be curious about the kids and what they looked like. A smile graced his face at the thought of his kids back home.

“They’re good, the kids are growing nicely.”

“And Izzie, how is she?”

“We’re no longer together, we had gotten remarried and tried the whole apple pie family life but that only lasted for two years. I’m just sticking around for the sake of the kids.” His smile faltered, breaking that news to her. When he left he had hopes of working things out with Izzie and they did but it wasn’t the same and he knew that. He knew that his heart was back in Seattle with Y/N but he didn’t want to not be part of his children’s lives. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the rock that sat on her ring finger.

“You got married?”

“I did, I married Gibson” Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile at the thought of her husband Jack.

“Gibson from Station 19? Wow, okay.” Alex didn’t see that one coming, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued.

“He uh- treating you right?”

“He is.”

“Good, good, you deserve it.” Y/N could see that he’s still wrapping his head around it and just as she was about to say something her pager went off.

“I have to go, they need me in the pit.” She brushed past him but stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

“Alex, although it took a while, thanks for finally coming to talk.”

“Better late than never, right?” The pair chuckled at that statement because it’s true. Now she was finally able to bury what they had.

“But I should get going, take care of yourself Karev.” Y/N opened the door and ran off leaving him in the cold room. Just as the door closed shut behind her, Alex found himself saying the three words that he wanted to tell her all along.

“I love you.”

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exhaslo · 2 months

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Could you do part 2 of bully Miguel? He caught s/o being bullied my eddie alone, and miguel save s/o! Don't forget to take your time to write! I appreciate all your writing!

Sure!!! And thank you for your patience! I went into a mini hiatus to try and catch up to my backlog and it was well worth the break!!

Part 1

Warning: Mentions of abuse, bullying, loneliness, fluff, handsy, touch starved

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The feeling of your body pressed against Miguel's was memorizing. These little touch starved relief sessions had become normal for both you and Miguel. If anyone saw, they would assume that the two of you were already a couple.

It had been a month since you and Miguel had gotten handsy with each other. Miguel's bullying had lessen. Instead of trying to bring tears to your eyes, he sought more of your adorable smile. Miguel wanted to be rewarded with more of your hesitant touches.

Now, Miguel was just struggling with trying to win your heart. He wanted more. Miguel wanted a full relationship with you. He already had a glimpse of how your past was and felt like he already ruined his chances...But at the same time, he still felt like he had a chance.

Why else would you be so handsy with him?

Miguel had to have a chance. He just needed to find the right time to woo you over.

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This was nerve racking. You were sitting alone in your little office, biting your nail as you felt your muscles tense. The stress of work was being piled on top of you as all of your coworkers dumped their shit onto you.

You needed to relax.

You needed to be next to Miguel.

It was strange. Miguel, who used to bully you so much, was now your source of comfort. He helped you feel full. You weren't lonely when you beside him. That, and you really enjoyed his warmth and touch. Miguel made you feel so complete.

But you knew that you couldn't rely on him so much.

Slumping in your seat, you let out a heavy sigh. You wanted to run to Miguel's office and squeeze a hug from him. To touch his face, stroke his chest and squeeze his forearm.

Ugh, Miguel was fine!

You decided to go for a walk, since you felt your cheeks heating up. Miguel was hot and popular. He admitted to bullying you because he liked you, but that should not be a good reason to want to date him. You needed to find a better reason.

As you walked around Alchemax, you couldn't help but think of Miguel. Looking at the time, you instantly knew that you were going to be stuck with overtime. Might as well leave to get a cup of coffee to keep you up.

"Keep up the hard work, (Y/N)!" One of your co-workers snickered as they left for the day.

"Asshole," You whispered.

It wasn't fair how easily you were to get picked on. You wanted to tell them off, but you didn't have the heart. Tears would always roll down your cheeks just from the thought of talking back to them. You hated this. You really hated this feeling.

"Maybe...I should just quit?"

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Miguel grunted lowly as he clocked out for the day. You hadn't come see him at all today. Miguel needed his dose of you. To have his arms wrapped around your body. To have you in his embrace as you shyly touched him.

It was frustrating!

What was so important that you couldn't relieve Miguel of this pain? Growling in annoyance, Miguel noticed everyone avoid him. What good was having you to himself, if he couldn't fully have you?

As Miguel stepped out of the elevator, he heard your name being called. His eyes sparkled as he watched you slump and hurry out of the building. You hadn't clocked out for the day, Miguel had been waiting for you...

"Aye, not again." Miguel sighed softly.

Deciding to follow you, Miguel wanted to make sure you were really okay. This wasn't the first time you got stuck with extra work from your coworkers. Miguel had tried to get you to say no. Miguel was the only one who could bother you.

Staying a far distance away, Miguel chuckled to himself as he watched you. By now, he knew your antics. You were probably muttering to yourself about how much you hate your coworkers. It was cute. Miguel wished he could just gobble you up.

Watching you enter a coffee shop, Miguel smiled as he stayed across the street. He didn't want to cross the line with you, not again. Miguel wanted you to be the one to come to him.

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"Thank you," You hummed, receiving your medium coffee.

Your nerves were acting up. You felt like someone was following you. At least you were heading back to work and not your home, then you would really get scared. Taking a small sip of your drink, you sighed softly as you prepared to leave.

"I wish Miguel was still working..."

"That your new boyfriend?" Eddie spat, causing you to flinch, "Don't make a scene or it won't end well for you." He hissed in your ear.

"G-Go...a-away." You stuttered, shaking like a leaf. Eddie snorted as he walked you out of the coffee shop,

"Not yet."

You whimpered as Eddie forced you to follow him. His grip tight around you, leading you to a nearby alleyway. Tears were already rolling down your cheeks as you quietly begged for help. Eddie was not going to just talk to you.

He was going to do much worse.

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Miguel had turned around for just a second. His nostrils flared once he saw Eddie drag you around the corner. How dare that insect appear again? Did he think you were an easy target without Miguel around? How wrong he was!

Dashing across the street, Miguel risked being hit by a car. Ignoring the honks and yelling, Miguel fasten his pace. He needed to get to you. You needed his help.

"S-Stop! Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Who the fuck do you think you are?! A little slut like you-"

"Back off!"

Miguel roared as he punched Eddie down a few feet. Miguel was furious. His heart was racing as he saw you crying with hot coffee spilled over your clothes.

"M-Miguel!" You sobbed, running to him.

Miguel opened his arms, holding you in his embrace as he glared towards Eddie. Eddie was knocked out. One punch alone was enough to teach him a lesson.

Miguel inhaled deeply as he started to calm down. You needed him. Tightening his embrace around you, Miguel felt at ease. He needed you in his arms, but his feelings weren't important right now.

"Are you alright, (Y/N)? Are you hurt? How hot was your coffee?" Miguel asked, wiping your tears away.

"Hick....wah....I-It burns....r-really bad," You sobbed, gripping onto Miguel's shirt.

"Let me take you to the hospital." Miguel sighed, picking you up.

"T-Thank you, Miggy. T-Thank you."

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You were still whimpering as the doctors finished patching you up. Luckily it was only a small burn, but the mark was going to be there for a while. Once you were wrapped up, Miguel was allowed back inside the room.

"Miggy," You whispered, rubbing your eyes.

"Let me," Miguel sighed as he wiped your tears away, "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. You wouldn't have gotten hurt if I did."

"B-But you still came," You smiled softly, grabbing his hand, "Thank you...so...so much."

"(Y/N), please, I know I've bullied you before...but let me help you from now on." Miguel pulled you into a hug, inhaling deeply.

"Miggy," You smiled.

Ah, you needed this. Miguel felt so warm and comfortable. You knew you shouldn't rely on Miguel, but you needed this. Closing your eyes, you smiled and cooed to the comfort. You didn't want to let go of Miguel.

"Hey...Miguel...C-Can I ask...you something...important?" You winced as Miguel slowly let go of you, "I know...this will be weird, but...can...can I go on a date...with you?"

Miguel's smile was almost radiant. His hands slowly cupped your cheeks as he brought you in for a kiss.

"Of course."

Eventually, the doctors had to come in and separate the two of you. Miguel was getting a little too handsy despite your wound.

But you didn't mind.

You weren't going to be lonely anymore.

Because Miguel was with you.

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Hope you enjoyed!!!

@drought21

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel spiderverse #spiderman 2099 #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel spiderman #atsv miguel #across the spiderverse #miguel x you #miguel ohara #miguel x y/n #miguel x reader

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possibilistfanfiction · 3 months

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Surgeons AU - when they first meet 🫶🏼

[just a tiny bit of bea's pov, maybe i'll do ava's too tomorrow]

it would be both stupid and irresponsible to not know at least the basics about the interns you’ll be in charge of before they get there, so you know: ava silva, md, phd is quite impressive on paper.

however: ‘silva, you’re with me,’ you say after you’ve introduced yourself to the small group and given the other four their assignments. as you take off down the hallway. dr. silva — beautiful, although that’s not a very professional thought as their boss — is wide-eyed and enthusiastic, far too talkative for you to really engage with at 4:30 am.

‘anyway, you don’t have to call me dr. silva. that sounds so serious. ava is fine, he/she/they pronouns, i don’t really care, it’s all fun to me.’

you nod, making note, but, ‘i’m going to call you dr. silva.’

he just laughs. ‘for now.’

you fight the urge to roll your eyes. ‘you worked with dr. salvius, for your doctorate?’ you ask while you wait for the elevator, for no reason other than that it’s the most normal thing to say and sometimes the way you were raised — polite smalltalk is better than silence —still overpowers.

dr. silva nods. ‘yeah. biotech stuff, neural interfacing, all that jazz.’

‘i read your research that came out this summer in the new england journal of medicine. it was quite fascinating.’ you refrain from saying amazing or incredible or groundbreaking or bordering on miraculous because dr. silva is grinning already.

‘pretty cool, yeah? i want to go into neuro, mostly because i would hate for all that research to just get stuck in the lab.’

‘well, dr. superion is the best in the world.’

‘oh yeah, i know. she and jillian have a thing; it’s actually why i wanted to match here so badly.’

you ignore she and jillian have a thing for your own sanity, pushing the button on the elevator for the fourth floor, cardio. ‘it’s a great teaching program,’ you say, because it really is, all things considered. ‘if you need anything, these first few days especially, don’t hesitate to ask. i’d rather you reach out than do it wrong.’

her grin softens into a smile, singularly for you. ‘you’re much nicer than your vibe let on at first, you know that?’

you’ve spent your whole life trying to be kind, amidst a lot of cruelty. you know you’re contained, exacting, aloof, but you liked medicine in the first place because those things — your focus and your quiet — never stop you from being able to care for people well; dr. superion, especially, has taught you that those things can make you listen better, comfort more, explain procedures more clearly to your patients and your interns both — those things can be good.

dr. silva isn’t thrown off by your silence, which is both annoying but also something you appreciate. it’s going well; he’s talking about his research and the outdoor cat who lives by her capital hill apartment, but then she’s looking at the tablet — giving you your patient’s latest vitals like you asked, getting her back on track and focused at the task at hand — and runs right into lilith, rounding the corner.

lilith’s coffee goes everywhere, all over her the floor, and dr. silva’s tablet.

‘god fucking damn it,’ lilith says, and dr. silva just looks on a little startled but also like they’re trying not to laugh — a horrible idea, if lilith’s pinched expression is anything to go by.

you apologize to lilith, which prompts, thank god, dr. silva to also apologize. lilith hurries off, cursing — not too quietly — at her ruined scrubs, and dr. silva turns to you, a little sheepish.

‘she’s hot,’ he says, then clamps his mouth shut. ‘my bad; it’s so early.’

you roll your eyes. ‘wipe off that tablet off. we’ve got rounds.’

#wn #wn fic #avatrice #avatrice fic #surgeons au #butch bea 🥺🫡#truly disasters both of them

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ickadori · 3 months

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++ 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃

[summary] riling creed up is definitely something you should not do, and yet you always find yourself doing it.

[cws] fem reader. nsfw.

“Do you have to be such a barbarian all the time?”

“Hah?” Creed turns his head to you, a large drumstick in his fist as he loudly chews the meat. “You talkin’ to me?”

“Yes, Creed, I’m talking to you.” Your feet swing as you lean back in your seat at the elevated end of the round table. Billy had warned you on provoking the man, stating that there were far better ways to get his attention and that he wasn’t particularly keen on the idea of shoveling your innards off the floor when you inevitably went too far. “The only other person in this room. I had no idea you were barbaric in mind as well as in nature.”

He kisses at his teeth, the stitches on his face pulling as he glares at you from his seat at the other end of the table, and while the look was surely enough to send the strongest of men to their knees in fear, it only served to make a tingle of anticipation roll up your spine.

“You must have a death wish, little girl.” You huff, arms moving to cross over your chest as you narrow your eyes.

“Stop calling me that - we’re nearly the same age.”

“And yet you’re still dumb as all hell.” You bristle at the insult. “What? Can dish it but you can’t take it? Cute.” The bone he had been gnawing on, the meat long gone in his belly, is unceremoniously tossed over his shoulder. He stands from his seat, and in an instant your face is being pushed up against the cold surface of the table, your ass landing in Creed’s lap as he takes your seat.

“Creed—”

“Shut your mouth. You’ve done enough talkin’ to last a fuckin’ lifetime.” You’re shoved further onto the table, and your hands scramble for purchase as your legs dangle, your entire torso now flat on the cool material.

Is he…?

He yanks at your pants, and you sputter out a surprised shout of his name, earlier bravado now gone. While this had been your goal in mind, you had thought he’d have enough tact to retreat to the bedroom first, or at least a room that wouldn’t be filled in the twenty minutes. “W-We can’t - the meeting is gonna sta—!”

Two thick fingers push into your mouth, effectively silencing you, and you yelp around them when Creed successfully gets your pants and underwear down to your knees.

“Tch. So that’s why you’re more annoyin’ than usual.” Your skin warms as he sinks his fingers into the flesh of your ass and pulls your cheek to the side, rewarding him full view of your glistening cunt. “You needed your cunt filled.”

You whine around his fingers and he pushes them in deeper. A rough thumb swipes down your slit, and you jolt when he pushes it into your hole without warning, a low squelch sounding as your walls eagerly welcome him in. “There’s better ways to ask me to play with your pussy, ya know.” Your toes curl at his words, his thumb shallowly pumping in and out of you, and the sound of metal clinking is heard from behind you. “For one, you could beg.”

His finger leaves you only to be replaced with the head of his cock, fat and hot, and your tongue runs along his fingers, excess drool pooling down his wrist as you moan around his digits. His tip parts your folds, sliding up until it’s bumping into your clit, and your fingers curl into your palm as your lashes flutter.

His tip catches on your hole and slowly begins to breach it, and your breath comes out in short pants and you anticipate the stretch — the feel of your walls stretching to accommodate him, the feel of your cunt fluttering as it welcomes him inside, the feel of your stomach twisting and rolling as he pushes in impossibly deep, but that feeling never comes.

He slips back up to your clit, and you let out a pitiful whine that you’d be embarrassed about later in the privacy of your room. “I said you could beg, didn’t I?” His fingers pinch at your tongue before slipping out of your mouth, and then he’s settling his hand in the center of your back to keep you pinned. “So start beggin’, ‘less you don’t wanna come. ‘Cause I’m fine with this,” he ruts against you, cock sliding through slick folds, “I’ll come either way, but you need a little more, don’t ya? Need a nice, thick cock filling you up to make this pussy cream.”

“Creed,” you clench at his words, a fresh wave of slick spilling out to wet his length even more, and your hips shift back in a futile attempt to feel more friction. He’s purposefully avoiding your clit, and teasing your entrance with his tip - he goes in just a bit, just to give you a taste of what he could give you, before he goes back to sliding through your puffy lips.

“Now, with me being barbaric in mind and all,” he grunts, thick, muscular thighs slapping into the backs of yours on a hard thrust, “I might be wrong, but that didn’t sound like begging to me. You must not want to get fucked.”

“I do!” His thrusts become harder, rougher, and his hands move to your hips so he can pull you back against him. “I do, Creed, please.” His breathing is heavier, his thrusts quicker and sloppier, a signal of his end approaching, and tears prick at your eyes as your clit throbs in need. “Creed, please, please fuck me - I need you to fuck me.”

“Ah, too late.” He grits out, and then he’s pulling his hips back and lining his tip up to your hole, fat head popping in just an inch before he’s filling you up with warm, thick spirts of cum. “Fuuuuck,” he drawls out, hands tightening around your hips when you shift them back, and a pitiful cry works its way up and out of your throat as he pulls his hips back, thick globs of cum spilling from your cunt.

You don’t have any time to be upset, the sound of voices and footsteps nearing the room heard, and Creed pulls your pants and underwear back up just as roughly as he pulled them down. “If ya manage to be a good, docile little thing during this meeting, then I just might think about making you come afterwards.”

In one smooth movement, Creed slides out of your seat, pulls you back into it, and drops down to the floor just as the first person makes it into the room, that person being Billy.

He first looks to Creed who’s just taken his seat, not trying to hide the way he fixes his cargo pants, and then to you who’s squirming in their seat, hair mussed and hand jittery.

“…the meeting is postponed due to unsanitary conditions.”

#undead unluck x reader #undead x reader

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gojocumdumpster · 4 months

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Black leather jacket 2

Type of story:🎂🔥

Warnings: Cum, bsckshots, slobber, SEXXX

Afab reader

I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND SEND REQUESTS GUYSS!! I AHBE UPCOMIGN STORIES COMING UP SOON!

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As you pulled off into the street, you looked any our rear view mirror wtv tf its called and you see the black mustang following you. You smirked as you drove on the busy highway, moments later you arrived in your apartment complex . But you quickly thought to yourself, "Now what was I thinking this ain't no love at first sight.." you smacked your head rolling eyes as you thought about regretting bringing him over. You drove to your apartment garage as you put your car in park, the black mustang pulled up right besides you. Sighing, you get out of your pink shiny car looking it behind you as you walk towards the black mustang, eren whistles at you while looking you up and down. Y’all head to the elevator standing side by side, he puts his arm over your hips while you guide him to your apartment. It’s almost as if he’s already claiming you as his. “Boy get off of me.” pushing him away as you unlock your door. “Well here she is.” you say opening the door.

“Damn I wasn’t expecting it to be this clean.”

“Stop fucking playing with me before I lock yo ass out.” time passes and yall decided to watch a movie but there was a problem before all that even started.

“I’ll get some popcorn to snack on!” you said walking to the kitchen you already changed to these orange tight shorts and a black shirt. You came back with the popcorn in your hands as you were about to sit down, “Ah Ah..” eren had stoped you before you sat down. “Hm?” you looked at him questioning him. He scooted in the middle of the couch manspreading, right infront of you. “Now turn around and sit.”

Rolling your eyes you sat on the edge of his knee only just to be pulled up to chest, your back laid against his chest as you could feel his check going in and out. “So how are you suppose to watch the movie..?” Eren moved his head to the side “Like this.” A couple minutes later into the movie you started feeling a little discomfort.

“Shuffle, Shuffle, Shuffle!”

“Damn why the hell you movin’ so much for? Y’ ain’t gonna nowhere ma. Tryna make my dick hard or sum? Hmm???” he teased grabbing the plush of your thigh. “Noooo!! It’s just something’s poking me!”

And there you were before you could even blink you somehow ended in your own bed back arched with eren behind you ramming into you. “Shit ma..wasn’t expecting you to be this fuckin’ tight.” he holds your hips in place as he continues to pound into you, white rings showing around the base of his dick.

“Mhph..! F-fuck eren to much!” you protest trying to move away from the pleasure. SLAP! SLAP! “Stop tryna run from this dick.” he says slapping your ass as a sign to stop. Oh boy were you at hot mess…drool all over the pillows and your face, gloss that you had on recently smudge, mascara smudge. This dude really had you messed up.

“Cumming!” you kept repeating out loud, soon you both reached y’all’s climax’s and after that you were knocked out. The next day you woke up smelling fresh, clean pair of clothes, everything in the books. There besides you was eren, fast asleep he had no shirt and boy was he fine. “Hey girl” you decided to call your best friend and fill her in on what happened. “What was his name again?” she said over the phone. “I forget to be honest… I just remember this dude in a black leather jacket.” you said informing your bestie about him.

“And what about him?” you quickly turn around seeing eren looking at you skin sparkling from the sun glistening in the window.

#eren x reader #eren headcanons #eren smut #aot x reader #eren aot #eren x black y/n

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h4ndwr1tten · 2 years

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note - a late birthday gift for my beloved husband. nanami kento, happy birthday my love <3

nanami was exhausted. he had spent his entire day at work, having to start his day earlier than usual. for the most part, it was because gojo wasn't "feeling well" in the morning, and he needed someone to cover his class while he was out. nanami was skeptical about it, since gojo was the strongest and he was quite sure that a simple cold or whatnot could take him down. but he did end up covering gojo, as the first years still needed to complete their classes for the day.

then when class was over, yuji had asked nanami to train with him. for extra practice, the pink-haired boy had said. namami, who was already tired from having to wake up before usual and deal with a man child and three students, two of which who would act like 5 year olds, wanted to decline. but yuji looked upset about nanami not wanting to, and he felt bad. so he agreed to it.

thirdly, he hadn't seen you all day today. and it was his birthday. he never cared much for his birthday, but he had to admit, he was surprised (and a little bit hurt) that you hadn't at least texted him a birthday greeting. perhaps you were busy, he told himself.

and now, after a long day, nanami returns to his penthouse. ready to take a hot shower, eat some pastries the students had gifted him, and end the night early in his queen sized bed. his quiet footsteps fill the empty living room, the faint hum of the elevator shutting its doors reaching his ears. he sighs, setting down the small gift bags and reaching for the light switch.

it flicks up, and light fills the room. and to his surprise, he isn't greeted with an empty living room.

he's met with the people he is surrounded by ever since he returned to the jujutsu world. his friends.

"happy birthday!!!"

they shout in unison, a few poppers, as well as a confetti cannon going off and sprinkling the air with colored confetti. banners hanging from the walls, balloons either floating or rolling on the floor. bright smiles on everyone's faces, some wearing party hats, some holding up gift bags, and gojo holding the confetti cannon. they laugh at his surprised expression and there's a flash — someone managed to take a picture of it.

slowly, nanami feels himself beginning to smile and all the exhaustion of the day dissipating. he sees gojo, yuji, nobara, and megumi approaching him while laughing heartily at the blond. the others, including second years, shoko and utahime, stay back to put the gifts aside.

"nanamin!! happy birthday, mr. grump!" gojo cheers again, briefly hugging nanami in a brotherly manner. surprising the ones near him, and him himself, nanami finds his arms around gojo as well, returning the bear hug.

"nanami-sensei is... smiling...?" yuji mumbles jokingly, although his shocked expression is quite believable.

"i know, right!!" gojo laughs as he lets go of nanami, returning to megumi's side in front of the birthday celebrant.

"thank you, gojo-san, and you three too," nanami says, smiling at them. "this truly means a lot to me."

gojo brushed off the thank you with a wave of his hand, his other arm resting around megumi's shoulders. he tugged his blindfold up while grinning, then jerked his thumb behind him.

"don't thank us, thank y/n! they're the one who planned this entire thing!" gojo said.

as if you had heard gojo, you looked their way and found nanami staring at you. you showed him a small smile, the one you always showed him. the one that even though it was small, there was a lot of emotion and meaning behind it.

nanami's face grew warm. this must've been why he hadn't seen you all day. you did this for him, you were setting up for his surprise party. you had come up with the idea of gathering his friends together at his place and celebrating his birthday with him. you thought of him.

he smiled back at you, bowing his head slightly to say thank you. your smile only grew in return, and nanami was too focused on you to realize gojo had gone and grabbed a champagne bottle.

a loud pop, and a stream of foamy champagne burst out. everyone laughed again but this time at gojo, who continued to shake the bottle even after it sprayed enough all over the floor.

"let's get on with this party, shall we??"

—

it had already been at least two hours but nanami still hadn't been able to talk to you, as everyone kept pulling him aside to have a friendly chat and greet him again. he desperately wanted to talk to you, and deep down he was beginning to miss you. but currently, he was stuck in a conversation with shoko and gojo while you were standing a few feet away from the balcony door, holding a champagne flute and sipping quietly. your eyes found his, and something in them told him that you too wanted to talk to him. you set your glass down on the coffee table, looking at nanami once again before turning around and heading to the balcony. now was the perfect moment.

"so we were gonna hang up streamers, but gojo here—"

"sorry, shoko, excuse me," nanami muttered, nodding apologetically at her and handing his flute to gojo. the latter looked confused, but looked in the direction of nanami's eyes and understood. a smirk spread across his lips.

"have fun," he whispered teasingly.

nanami ignored him and walked away, muttering quiet excuse me's and gently pushing past people to get to you. he could see you, or your backside through the glass sliding door, leaning against the railing and facing the city below. even from behind, he thought you were still so very beautiful.

you had waited a good minute for nanami to come join you outside, keeping yourself busy by staring down at the busy, lit up city and the passing cars. it was a nice night outside, you thought to yourself. you didn’t exactly have a plan to follow once he was out here with you, just a simple chat with him one on one. and if it was truly a nice night, you wouldn’t need a plan. you would just let nature take its course.

you then heard the door slide open, and for a brief second there was the sound of upbeat music and chatter. the door shut with a soft thud and footsteps followed after, and you felt a warm presence beside you.

“i’ve been wanting to speak with you all day, y’know,” nanami started the conversation, joining you by the railing. he hunched over a little, like the way you were positioned, to lean his forearms against the railing as well.

you breathily laughed, “believe me, kento, i’ve been dying to talk to you too. i’m sorry, i should’ve at least texted you a happy birthday.”

nanami scoffed lightly, but with no malice or irritation in it. he was smiling, answering, “please, this is more than enough of a simple greeting.”

you laughed again quietly, nanami chuckling along with you.

“so,” the man began, “satoru says you planned this all out.”

you smiled, turning your head to look at him. you noticed he had taken off his suit jacket and was in that blue button up you loved, his muscles slightly straining the fabric. once again you were staring at him with that soft smile of yours, accompanied by a certain look in your eyes that he couldn’t quite name. but it was something sincere, and nanami could do nothing to help the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest.

“i did,” you said as a matter of factly.

“explains why i didn’t see you at all earlier,” nanami teased, standing up straight and folding his arms over his chest. again, you laughed, lightly smacking his arm. nanami’s face broke out in a grin at you and the brief contact.

“i already apologized!” you whined jokingly, the blond laughing at you.

“i know, i’m kidding,” he smiled down at you. that was one thing out of many others that you loved about your friendship with him. he joked around with you, which, from someone as serious as him, was usually rare.

you sighed, glancing to your side and looking at the city again. you felt nanami’s eyes on you, not sure of what he was thinking. breaking the silence, you tell him, “i have your gift inside. a few gifts, actually.”

“y/n, you didn’t have to,” nanami muttered, but he was still very grateful to you. “the surprise party was already enough. besides, it’s only a birthday, i’m not that special.”

you turned to him again, and nanami swore that if you smiled at him that way one more time his heart would burst.

“you are to me,” you nearly whispered, looking into his honey brown eyes.

nanami almost stopped breathing at that moment. he stared back at you, finding pure sincerity in your eyes. you meant it. he was special to you. the thought of it had his heart racing, but he knew there was more to say. you looked down, smiling at the ground beneath you and crossing your arms.

“i think you’ve known that, ken,” you mumble while still looking down. “why else do you think i did this for you?”

you take a small step towards him and finally tilt your head up, eyes immediately finding his. there’s tension between you two now, and its so thick, anyone watching from inside would be able to feel it. god, he wanted to kiss you so bad. the way you're looking up at him, head tilted up and angled as if you wanted to kiss him to you. you did, you couldn't deny it.

"and i'm sure you've heard satoru's constant teasing and bickering about us," you added, still in that quiet, breathy tone.

nanami scoffed, "how can i not hear him? always pushing us together."

you quietly laugh at the comment, then bring your eyes down to his spotted tie. your hands reach for it and you smoothed it out slowly, fingers gently brushing against his chest. you could hear him gulp, but his face remained calm. you've always loved the tie, the way he wore it regardless of what others may think of it.

"y'know, kento," you say, pausing for a moment and looking back up at him, "i've always thought you were special. from the very beginning, when satoru convinced you to come back to the jujutsu world and had you work with me."

"really?" nanami whispered, suppressing a frown when you dropped your arms back to your sides.

"really," you whispered back. he smiles at you, before you begin to point out everything he's ever done for you.

"i've seen the way you look at me. i've seen those flowers on my desk and how you try to glance over at me without making it obvious. i've noticed my favorite candies laid out on my desk too, when i'm tired or work feels like too much. or when gojo assigns a mission to me, you are always volunteering to come with me. and then after, you never fail to ask if i'm alright, if i'm hurt anywhere. i remember once, after a mission, i was badly hurt and i was sent to shoko. i had to stay in bed for a week, and you stayed by my side the entire time. and there's so, so much more, ken."

nanami's blushing hard. he didn't realize you kept track of everything he did for you, didn't know you had each moment embedded in your memory. but it was so very sweet, how you could recall all the advances he made, the risks he would take just to get closer to you.

you weren't done, no, you were far from done. he realized how close you had become. he felt your hands graze the bottom of his shirt for a moment, before they slowly slid upwards, stopping and resting just at his chest. goosebumps covered his arms, and if his heart wasn't already pounding out of his ribcage, it surely was now.

"and each time, no matter how often it happens, or how long this has been going on..."

your voice was lowered just below a whisper, that if he hadn't been paying attention, he wouldn't have caught your words. he leaned his head a little closer to you, never breaking eye contact, waiting in anticipation for your next words.

"i find myself falling a little more in love with you."

you slowly stood on your toes, just enough to have yours and namami's faces millimeters away. both heads angled to the side perfectly, with a small gap in between, ready to be closed. you could feel his warm breath on your lips as you looked at them, a deep pink and just waiting for you to kiss them. bringing your eyes back up to meet his, you whisper;

"happy birthday, kento."

and finally, the space between closes. you slot your lips against his, and he welcomes you with no second thoughts. your lips fit perfectly with his as if they were made to kiss the man, as if they were made to kiss each other. it's raw, passionate, just pure emotion and feeling being spilled and shared through the slow movement of yours and his lips. he's reciprocating it so well, so skilled. as if he's been waiting to do this for ages, which no doubt he has.

you feel nanami's hands on your waist, gently pulling you in closer. it has you tilting your head upwards more and has him deepening the kiss, a silent ask for permission being told through his tongue swiping at your bottom lip. you let him, let him in you and he's grateful, savoring every moment of it. he explores your mouth with his tongue, then shortly meets yours. the muscles dance around each other like this was nothing new, like you two passionately kiss every day.

your hands slid up his chest, arms over his shoulders and pulling him even closer to you. your fingers found the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and played with it, earning a soft groan from nanami. you and him both shared the same thought; that thought being how you wanted to stay like this forever, chests flush against each other, his large hands holding you close and your arms holding him closer, lips perfectly locked together.

unfortunately for the both of you, that wouldn't be possible since oxygen was still a must. you both pulled away in unison, a faint smack coming from your lips being unattached. heavy breathing could be heard from the two of you, still holding each other close. nanami leaned forward, his forehead pressing against yours. you smiled at the contact and the intimacy behind it.

you then felt nanami's large hand gently cup your jaw, urging you to open your eyes and look at him. he smiled back at you and you felt a warmth spread from your chest throughout your body, something that could only be caused by the man in front of you.

"y/n," his voice came out as a whisper.

"ken?"

"i love you. so, so much."

you move your head up a bit, pecking him on the lips. the corner of his lips rose a little more.

"i love you too. so, so, so much."

another kiss was shared, this time initiated by nanami. it was quick, but still as passionate and full of emotion as the first. he pulled away and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, then pulled you into him as if you weren't already close enough. he held you in his embrace with one arm, the other being used to cradle your head to his chest. your arms were wrapped around his torso as you both took in every second of this moment, which would become one of your favorite memories out of the many more soon to come.

if anyone asked nanami kento what his favorite birthday celebration was, he would easily say this one.

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I know I said this yesterday but it's beginning to feel like Christmas for real with my Sydney family having arrived! I was SO happy to see them last night and we're hanging out all day today and I haven't seen them since before covid so this is the most special thing!! Thank you to @gumnut-logic for reading through the first part of it, although I must admit to running wild this morning with the last part so any weirdness there you can blame squarely on me haha <3

[Day 1] | [Day 2] | [Day 3 - you are here]

Five Days Where Christmas Didn't Seem To Go As Planned

Day Three

Gordon shoved Alan’s shoulder roughly as he walked past, causing Alan to yelp as he overbalanced, nearly falling out of the chair.

“Gordon, play nicely,” said Virgil, frowning.

Typically, Gordon ignored him, tapping his brother’s cheek.

Alan groaned. It had been a long night, called out in the early evening only to return home as the sun peeked over the horizon once more.

“It’s comfy here,” he muttered, turning to nestle his cheek into the curved edge of the chair.

“Yeah, sure bud,” said Gordon, rolling his eyes. “Come on, let’s go Al, those showers have our names on ‘em.”

Virgil yawned.

“I can carry you if you like,” he offered, perfectly earnest.

Alan’s eyes flew open. “I’m coming, I’m coming,” he grumbled. “Kayo laughed at me for a week the last time, don’t you dare pick me up.”

He dragged himself across the cockpit, staring blankly into thin air in a daze. Preoccupied with the thought of a hot shower and a morning nap with the sea breeze flowing through with windows, he hardly noticed the figure waiting for them impatiently as the hydraulic lift lowered them into the hangar.

“Scott?” asked Virgil, and Alan snapped back to attention. He’d expected Scott to vanish long before Two made it back to Tracy Island, with no issues that arose during the mission and debrief scheduled for later that day.

Freshly focused, Alan could tell that something wasn’t right, enough that Scott had waited for them and was now speaking urgently to them all. Alan blinked, trying to shape the sounds into words, and it was only when he yawned widely and his ear popped that things fell into place.

“I just needed to head you off before you head upstairs,” said Scott, looking mildly disgusted. “I got out of the elevator and had to come straight back down, it was only luck that she didn’t spot me.”

“Well, we’re all experts in hiding from Grandma and her baking now,” said Gordon, grinning. “Hey Virg, let’s go crash in Brains’ rooms, he’s been wanting to marathon those old school scifi-horrors.” He wriggled his fingers at Virgil. “Oooh, I’m a space alien here to take over your mind. Go forth, do my laundry for a week.”

“He’ll uninvite you if you’re going to be annoying about it,” said Virgil, with a long-suffering sigh. “Thanks for the warning, Scott. We’ll stay low for a few hours.”

Alan, meanwhile, was thinking hard.

He swayed a little, fighting the temptation to close his eyes, searching every scrap of memory, because something about what Scott was describing sounded uncomfortably close to home.

“Grandma’s been baking?”

Scott and Virgil exchanged a glance.

“Keep up, Al,” said Gordon impatiently.

Only Alan had one piece of information that his brothers didn’t.

When the siren had gone off and they’d gathered in the living room, Alan had been baking cookies for Christmas. He’d meant for it to be a surprise.

And he’d turned the oven off, he was sure of it, even through a distorted haze of exhaustion, he could remember the temperature dial spinning under his fingers before he raced upstairs, but maybe it hadn’t gone all the way and even as they’d flown out, his cookies were slowly starting to brown, then blacken into a crisp.

He could have burnt the house down.

He sat down suddenly, right there on the floor.

“Alan!” cried three voices, and he batted them away.

“You’ve gone white as a sheet,” said Virgil, frowning as he crouched next to him. He reached out a hand, feeling for his forehead and Alan rolled his eyes.

“Get off me, I’m just tired,” he said, feeling slightly sick. He couldn’t let them find out, he needed to get out of here.

“Look, Grandma won’t ambush me like this, she’ll just want me in bed. Which is where I want to be too, so if you guys want to hide away instead, be my guest.”

He wasn’t even lying, and he rubbed at the grit forming in his eyes, allowing a yawn to take over his entire body.

“I’ll take you,” said Scott reluctantly, and Alan felt a twinge of irritation twitching below his eye.

“You don’t need to escort me,” he snapped, getting back to his feet. “I can manage it.”

He scowled at each of them, putting as much fierceness into the glare as he could.

For a second, he thought Scott and Virgil would continue to argue, but Gordon leapt in before they had the chance.

“You guys promised you’d treat him like an adult when he’s wearing the uniform,” he reminded them. “Are either of you going to start volunteering to be supervised in the shower and tucked in tight? I’ll do it, I don’t care.”

Alan shot Gordon a grateful look.

“I’m going to bed then,” said Alan, and he spun on his heel and walked slowly and calmly towards the elevator door.

That is to say, he bolted.

When the doors next opened, Alan found Scott hadn’t been kidding about the smell, the smoke still evident despite the air being cleared.

He ran down the steps two at a time, holding his breath as he skidded into the kitchen.

Kayo looked up from the magazine she’d been reading and put it aside.

“So,” she said. “These are yours. I’m assuming they’re not chocolate.”

She swung around a plate of dark brown cookies, burnt black where the butter had melted onto the tray while baking.

Alan collapsed onto the barstool next to her.

“Is it bad?”

Kayo shrugged. “They’re just burnt. Nothing major.” She grinned, her eyes sharp and mischievous. “I saw Scott making his escape earlier. Did he come down to warn you all away?”

Alan could only nod miserably.

“Do you think it’s genetic?” he asked. “I just wanted to do something nice.”

“The only thing you did wrong was not pull the tray from the oven when you turned it off,” Kayo said cheerfully. She chose one of the cookies and neatly broke it in half. “See? They’re not burnt burnt, they’re just a tad overdone. I spotted them when Grandma was preheating the oven earlier and rescued them for you.”

Alan lifted his head, hope stirring in his chest. “So, the smoke?”

“Oh, that was all Grandma.” She bit into the end of the cookie and pulled a face. “These aren’t that great either, if I’m being honest.”

“Well, thanks,” said Alan, feeling stung. He yawned. “I suppose we should just chuck them then.”

“We can probably save them for something,” said Kayo. “Make them into ornaments or something.”

She jostled his shoulder. “What’s up though, Al? You didn’t come racing up here because of bad biscuits.”

“I kinda did,” said Alan. “I dunno, I thought maybe a fire had started. Like if something went wrong here, it’d be all my fault.” He yawned again. “I guess that seems silly.”

Kayo slung an arm around him, pulling him into a hug.

“We can handle your mistakes, Alan. Best part of being one of the youngest is everyone else has already made them and they’ll help you out. It’s not all on you.”

“Does that mean the others have all nearly burnt the house down?”

She grinned down at him. “Oh, the stories I could tell if I weren’t sworn to secrecy.”

Alan grinned back, a spark of mischief shaking off the bleariness momentarily. “I can keep a secret. Was it Virgil? John?”

“You’re getting nothing out of me,” said Kayo with a laugh. “Go to bed, Alan. We’ll fix these when you can sit in that chair without falling onto your face.”

He slipped down from the stool and stumbled, the sway of exhaustion rushing up to meet him once more.

“I might need a little help,” he admitted. “Promise you won’t tell Scott?”

Kayo mimed locking her lips and smiled at him, fond and warm.

“I promise.”

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Sunday Kind of Love

chapter 2

Urban sighs as he waits for the elevator to go up to his apartment. It’s been a long couple of weeks traveling the world with his best friend, Jack. They just finished the US Leg of tour and after a small break they would be traveling to Europe. Urban has been home for 2 days and he’s still exhausted from all the different time changes. Since coming back he’s done nothing but sleep, eat, and develop his photos.

Stepping off the elevator, and towards his apartment door, when he unlocked his door a strong smell of coffee hit his nose. Walking in he wasn’t surprised seeing his best friend Copelan sitting on the couch watching tv like he lived there.

“Welcome back, brother. I missed ya.” Copelan says as he stands and gives Urban a pat on his back with a smile. Urban playfully rolls his eyes and looks at him.

“Missed me? You picked me up from the airport two days ago. You know if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were in love with me or something.” Urban said with a smirk. Copelan steps back and lets out a loud laugh.

“You’ve caught me babe! I’ve been in love with you since middle school” Copelan says before reaching over to grab Urban’s face like he was going to give him a kiss.

Urban laughs and pushes him away. “Take me to dinner first”

Sitting down next to him, Urban started rolling himself a blunt, because one thing for sure, Urban is gonna smoke whenever he gets a chance. The men spent the next 20 minutes talking and joking around.

“Yo, whose this chick Jack’s been telling me that you met?” Copelan says while passing the blunt back

Urban couldn’t help but smile at the mention of you, he wasn’t afraid to admit that that day at the cafe was constantly on your mind.

“Yeah man, I don’t really know much about her but she blew me away the moment I saw her…” Urban replied before he started daydreaming about Y/N

Before Brooklyn had come up to him, he had noticed the beautiful woman at the counter. The way her dress fell over the curve of her ass, the messy curls that still managed to frame her face… before he could think about her any longer Urban felt a hard pluck to his cheek.

“Dude, what the hell?” Urban exclaimed while holding his cheek and looking over at him. All Copelan could do was laugh

“Hey, you started daydreaming for so long I thought you were gonna start drooling.” He says with a smirk

Urban gives him a slight shrug with a smile before taking the blunt from his hands. “Jack, told me she has a daughter as well? Is my man Urbs about to be a step daddy?” Copelan then pulls Urban into a tight embrace and fake cries out “OH how they grow up so fast!!”

“Ugh get OFF me! I’m too high for this and Jack is a gossip queen.” Urban says pulling away from him.

“I would have found out anyway, but seriously dude, that’s kinda serious. This can’t just be one of your “Wham Bam Thank You Ma’am’s ”

“Yeah, I guess but I’ve literally only met her once and I don’t even have her number. So there’s no need to be thinking so far ahead.” Urban runs a hand through his long hair with a sigh, he really was too high to be having this conversation.

“I’m just saying man, two people would be getting hurt in the process. One of them being her daughter, especially if you form a relationship with her.” Copelan added on.

Urban turned his head to the side to blow smoke, he simply nodded letting his friend know that he heard and understood him. He knew Copelan was right, but he decided that he’ll deal with it when it happens. Like he said, who even knows if he’ll see her again.

Once Copelan leaves, Urban decides to go on a walk to clear his head and enjoy the last few days of cool weather before it gets too cold to go on walks like this. While Urban loved taking portraits of all his friends he loved going back to the basics and taking pictures of what’s around him outside.

Stopping in front of the ice cream parlor, he walked in and decided to get some hot chocolate. While waiting for his hot chocolate, he noticed two familiar people waiting to order. It was Y/N and Brooklyn. They didn’t see him of course, too busy talking. Brooklyn seemed to be talking about something super serious as she was waving her hands around as she spoke. Urban couldn’t help and notice how beautiful Y/N looked. Her curly hair was on full display today and she wore a sweater and a skirt with thin tights underneath. What he couldn’t stop looking at was the long knee high boots she had on. He was a sucker for a woman in boots, and she only seemed to prove that. Shaking his head, before his thoughts took him somewhere else he decided to walk up to the pair. He did promise to buy them something the next time they ran into each other.

As he starts to approach them, Brooklyn spots him first and starts bouncing on her toes and waves at him excitedly. Y/N turns wondering who she’s waving at. She gives him a smile. When he reaches them, Urban speaks first.

“It’s nice seeing you guys again,” Urban says. Of course before Y/N could say anything, Brooklyn gives him a huge smile and replies “Hi Mr. Urban, It’s been so long since we’ve seen you, remember you said you were gonna buy me ice cream? You promised!” Y/N just jokingly groans and shakes her head at her daughter. Slightly embarrassed. Urban just gives Y/N another smile then looks down at the little girl. “I guess you’re right, I did promise huh? Well what would you like?” Brooklyn taps her finger to her chin as she thinks. “What’s that you’re drinking?” Urban looks down at his drink before saying, “oh this is just hot chocolate, have you ever had it?” Brooklyn shakes her head before tugging on her mom's hand. “Have you had it momma? I wanna try it!”

“Yeah sure, only a small cup though, remember you have daycare tomorrow.” Y/N reminds her and notices Urban watching the two of them interact with a smile on his face.

“Why don’t you guys go sit down while I order the both of you a hot chocolate and maybe some muffins?” Urban says

“YUM muffins! I want blueberry!” Brooklyn says as she runs off to find a table. Y/N and Urban just look at each other and laugh. As Y/N walks away, Urban hears her mumble “I don’t know what I’m gonna do with that girl.”

After Urban gets the girls drinks and muffins, he heads over to the table. Y/N thanks him with a small smile and starts to sip the hot chocolate. The three sit there with a surprisingly comfortable silence.

“So, Urban, I know you obviously take photos but you said you travel as well? What kind of photography do you do?” Y/N asks before sipping her drink

“My best friend is a musician, so I travel with him to all his shows. I’ve been his personal photographer since high school.” Urban replies

Super interested, Y/N leans in closer. “Is he a local artist? I love discovering new music!”

Urban shakes his head a little bit with a laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.” One little white lie wouldn’t hurt.

“Wow, that’s awesome. Traveling the world must be exhausting though? Can’t imagine waking up in a new city everyday.” Y/N remarked

“Yeah, it can be. Trust me, most days I hardly wanna get out of my bed but then I remember how blessed I am to be able to live my dreams alongside my best friends.” Urban says with a smile.

There was soon a comfortable silence that fell over the table. I watch with a slight smile on my face as I listen to Y/N talk with Brooklyn about her day. It was hard to piece together some of the things she was saying but I heard Brooklyn with excitement about how she was going to be her teacher's helper of the week starting tomorrow.

“Well I think it’s time for the little one and I to head home, it’s a school night.” Y/N says before standing up and helping Brooklyn put her things away. “Here let me throw away our trash.” Urban says while reaching to grab everything; Y/N smiles in thanks.

Urban waits by the door as he watches them walk towards him with all their things. As they were saying their goodbyes, he noticed Y/N biting her lip nervously. Before he could comment on it, she said “Hey, since you’re gonna have some time off, why don’t you give me your number and we could maybe hang out?” Y/N starts to ramble slightly “I mean, only if you want to, I work from home and I set my own hours so–“ I hold my hand up before she could continue, she stops talking instantly. “I would love to get your number and hang out.” I tell her with a smile.

I could see her let out a sigh of relief and with a smile she held out her hand and motions for my phone. Silently, she puts her number in my phone and hands it back. I look down at the contact, and notice she put an Y/N emoji next to her name. I smirk and then text her so she has my number as well.

“Perfect! Well it was nice seeing you again, Urban. Hopefully we see each other soon.” With a wave she turns and walks away with Brooklyn skipping next to her. Just as I was about to turn and walk towards my home, Brooklyn turns around and yells “Thanks for the muffins, Mr.Urban!!”

With a shake of my head, I give Brooklyn a wide smile and walk home.

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yourinsta: Sunday Shenanigans 💛

We were treated to hot chocolate and muffins after our park day, so now we’re high off life and sugar! Cheers to never taking life too seriously and this wonderful little human being able to make me laugh harder than anyone else. 💛🤪

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user: you guys are seriously the cutest!

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user: adorable and precious!!

yoursister: please come home to visit, missing you guys!

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