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sunnebeam · 8 months

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thunder & rain.

A 'CITY OF LIGHTS' DRABBLE.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

warnings: gangster squad au, cheating (please read the previous drabbles for better context), toxic relationship, mentions of mafia shit, fighting

masterlist + disclaimers.

note: in case u didn't know, i'm still currently on my aug-oct vacation (see details in pinned post!) and this post was scheduled in advance :> anyw shit starts to escalate for our col!couple here so hopefully u enjoy reading. and as always, don't forget to leave feedback

— prev – neon lights. | next – ain't no god on my streets.

"You don't look too happy."

Jungkook purses his lips, his vision unfocused as he stares at the tabletop full of documents and blueprints. His ears are filled with static, as well as the distant voices of his ragtag crew.

One voice, however, rings out.

"I thought you'd be happier," his right hand man and the group's detective, Seokjin, repeats his earlier sentiment. "We just had our first successful operation after months of failure."

"I am happy," Jungkook insists. "I'm just overwhelmed."

"You should be," the group's sharpshooter, Yoongi, says. "Bugging his home office that night was your idea and it was genius."

Jungkook thinks back to the night in question – how they raided Taehyung's office while you were out for dinner, how they didn't find anything conclusive, how you arrived back home early, and how he quickly thought of planting a mic there at the very last minute.

His last minute idea had him staying behind at the property while his crew went on ahead, and it was his last minute idea that had him bumping into you.

("I'll get you out of here, I promise.")

He shakes his head, bringing himself back to the present.

"Uh, Jungkook?" Namjoon, another detective in the group, calls out to him. "Your phone's lighting up."

Jungkook swiftly snatches his phone, unlocking it to find a text from you asking to meet up.

"That your girl, Kook?" Hoseok, their wire-tapping expert, inquires.

"What did she say?" Jimin, their knife-wielder, asks.

"She wants to meet up. Says its urgent," Jungkook utters befofe springing towards the door with a mumble of, "I have to go."

Thirty minutes later, he finds himself seated across from you in a less crowded restaurant in the outskirts of the city. You're fiddling with your fingers nervously, alternating between looking down and looking at him.

"You wanted to see me?" he probes gently, mindful of your anxious state.

It takes a while before you answer him.

"He thinks somebody ratted him out," you say.

You tell him about the recent shipment and the issues that came with it. You tell him about Taehyung lashing out at everyone, thinking there's a mole among his men.

Jungkook thinks back to the mic he planted in Taehyung's office.

"He thinks someone snitched?"

"Yes. And it's only a matter of time before he points fingers at me."

"What are you doing here?" Jungkook asks, alarmed. "You gotta get out of here. You gotta get out of the city."

"I can't," you respond, worry evident in your face.

"Why not? It's dangerous here, doll."

"Where would I even go? I have no family. No one."

"You have me!"

You stare at him, eyebrows furrowed skeptically. He looks back at you, his own eyebrows furrowed desperately.

A minute passes before you finally ask, "Do I?"

"Yes." He doesn't skip a beat. "You do. You have all of me." He sighs. "Look, doll, for what it's worth... what we had was real. Is real."

You don't get a chance to respond when you see one of Taehyung's men entering the restaurant. He looks around for a bit before his eyes land on you. He then walks over to your table with purpose but just as he opens his mouth to speak to you, Jungkook intercepts him.

"Can I help you, fella?" Jungkook asks.

"I'll get to you in a minute. I just need to talk to little miss birdie here."

You gulp.

"Well, it looks to me like she doesn't want to talk to you," Jungkook continues.

"This doesn't concern you, fucker. Zip it." The man turns to you. "I got a message from the boss."

His hand reaches inside his pocket to procure a small looking vial, but you don't get a chance to know what it is before Jungkook snatches it out of the man's hand and punches him.

The man falls to the floor, clutching his nose in pain, before Jungkook stands up and towers over him while holding the vial.

"Is this it? Is this your message? Acid?! Were you gonna splash acid on her?!"

"No, no, stop, stop—"

There's a murderous glint in Jungkook's eyes.

"If I ever see you near her again, I'll fucking kill you."

The other customers start to crowd around, whispering as the man does nothing but nod pathetically. He probably thinks he got off the hook but Jungkook proves him wrong by tipping the vial over his crotch and pouring the acid onto him.

The man's screams and the other customer's snickers echo in your ears as Jungkook takes your hand and leads you out of the restaurant. He walks the two of you to his car, strapping your shocked form first before situating himself in the driver's seat and driving away.

You don't say anything for a few moments and he starts to get worried.

"What's the matter, doll? Never had a man fight for you before?"

You shake your head but your eyes still portray shock.

"Over me, but never for me," you croak out.

"Come here."

You do as he says, scooting over as much as you could. He wraps his free arm around you and bury your face in his side.

"I won't let anybody touch you, doll. I promise."

For once, you find yourself believing him.

"Okay."

He breathes a sigh of relief and places a quick kiss on the top of your head.

"Where are we going?" you ask after a while, observing the scenery outside the car windows that are slowly become less familiar.

He gives you a reassuring smile. "We're getting you out of here."

Five minutes later, Jungkook is knocking quietly on a door and it opens to reveal a young looking man.

"Jungkook," he says in surprise, his eyes flickering to you briefly before he opens the door further and ushers you both inside. "What are you doing here?"

Jungkook leads you inside before turning to face the man.

"I have a favor to ask."

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interstellarspacecadett · 2 months

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DINNER DATE

WARNING!

Do not read if you're not 18+ years old.

Contains strong language

Allusion to sex and bdsm

Control

Alcohol consumption

That day has come. I'm going to eat at the most exclusive restaurant in Gotham city. What an experience! Everyone is talking about this. At the moment, there's nothing more important than "The Experience." Harvey, my colleague and guy I'm seeing, has invited me to have dinner with him, I think this is the perfect time for him to ask me to be his girlfriend. We have known each other for quite a while now, and he likes me. He doesn't even hide his feelings. As for me, this can be a good way to go on with my life after what happened with Bruce. Still, it feels strange to have a partner who is not the one and only Prince of Gotham. He made his choice, we parted our ways, and I don't think there will ever be another story like the one Bruce and I share. As I get ready, I receive a message from Harvey

>> Looking forward to our date tonight :)

I smile, reading the message out loud.

He called our hanging out "date", this is definitely a step forward. I text him

>> don't be late ;)

He's always late, and has always a good excuse. To be fair, he is the most important figure in all Gotham that frightens criminals without wearing a mask. I admire him so much.

At 8 o'clock, I arrive at the restaurant, and to my surprise Harvey is already there, looking handsome and really elegant.

He greets me, kissing the back of my hand. I smiled shyly.

"Ready for the most exclusive experience of out lives?"

"Ready." I answer holding his arm.

We enter, and one waitress guides us to our table. The place is as magnificent as the tabloids describe it. It's luxurious, combining new and old styles. The music is great and the people there are all from the elite of Gotham. What a breathtaking atmosphere.

We sit and admire the interior, and Harvey still looks at me. I smile with wonder, and my eyes brighten up.

As I was admiring the place, my eyes lock with Bruce's.

God, what is he doing here? I ask myself trying to look away. Jesus Christ! His eyes are like magnets pulling mines towards his. My heart starts beating fast, and the palms of my hands start ge sweaty.

I feel agitated, a fish out of the tank. He's not alone. There's a tall blonde girl by his side, another one of his conquests.

He finally calls for me. I immediately paralyse as my temperature is rising.

"Bruce." I mumble, trying to look indifferent, but my voice sounds weak and frightened.

"How have you been?" He asks me.

"G-good." I say forcing a smile.

"T-this is-" He stops me and puts his hand forward to shake Harvey's.

"Harvey Dent. What an onor." They shake hand vigorously.

"I should be the one honoured. Wow, Bruce Wayne, Prince of Gotham, here." Harvey smiles sincerely. I didn't know he was a fan of Bruce.

"We should talk. We can try to put these two tables together." He says, looking at me.

"I don't think we can. This place is really strict with rules. I don't want to be kicked out." I say, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"You shouldn't worry about that. I own this place." Bruce says this with such a simplicity, like it is common for a man to own the most exclusive place in Gotham.

Bruce, with a gesture of a hand, calls for a waiter.

We soon are all together. Bruce is infront of me, next to his his blond bombshell. Harvey is next to me still processing the fact that he met Bruce.

"See, Mr Dent, I'm a fan of yours. Your work means a lot to Gotham. We need more unmasked people bringing justice to light and not a caped thug roaming the streets at night." He says, sipping his water. He looks at Harvey, studying his face, looking for microexpressions, to see if he's as honest as he wants to appear. I know that look very well.

"Well, Mr Wayne, if I should name someone that inspires me, I would lie if I didn'tsay Batman. He made me think that I could do it. He's a silent presence hidden in the shadows to make sure that Gotham is safe. I would give a million dollars to meet him and congratulate him." Says Harvey smiling.

"I mean, a masked man fighting in tights... that doesn't seem like the type of hero this city needs. This batman dude is not the type of justice we need."

I starte to come back to my senses. Not frightens anymore, not liking the scene Bruce is fabricating.

"Maybe you're scared of batman because you're hiding something." I remark, pouring champagne in my glass.

"Quite the contrary. I'm a public figure. Nothing about me for the public is private anymore.."

He says, sipping more water. He looks through me.

"Batman is doing much more than buying hotels and hanging out with prima ballerinas. You should learn from him and admit that without Batman, this city would have imploded a long time ago." I say irritated. I then proceed to drink all the champagne in my glass.

He seems amused knowing how his presence is driving me crazy.

Harvey and Bruce start talking again, while to hide my real emotions I keep on drinking.

How can he look so handsome?! If only he didn't have that cold manipulative attitude, maybe we would still be together.

The dinner goes on with Harvey and Bruce talking about politics and new laws, while the blonde girl and I look so miserable. Suddenly, Harvey's phone starts ringing. It's one of those calls he can't ignore. He excuses himself and goes talking at the balcony.

All the alcohol I drank makes me tipsy, and little by little, I start to feel very hot.

Bruce keeps looking at me, burning me with his blue eyes.

"You look so beautiful tonight." He says in a low dark tone.

"Not as beautiful as your friend." I say pouring water in my water glass, hoping to sober up.

"You beat her in every category. You're beyond your own understanding, or you wouldn't be saying stupid things like this." He says. I don't look at him. Not anymore. I'm afraid to fall back into one of his traps. It's always like this with Bruce.

Under the table, I feel one of his feet caressing my calve. I try to hide my feet under my chair, but he finds me there with no hesitation.

I smile, finding it cute and nostalgic.

But I'm on a date with Harvey, Bruce has nothing to do with it.

"Bruce, stop." I whisper.

"Is this a date? You and Dent?" He asks me concerned.

"Yes. Why do you care?"

"You're still wearing my ring. That's not a simple ring and you know it."

"What does this have to do with it?." I ask, irritated.

"It does. Since you belong to me and that ring is the undeniable proof that you know that what I'm saying is true." He explains calmly.

Maybe it the alcohol, maybe it's my anger, but I pull off my finger the ring and I give it back to him.

"Here, it's your ring, after all. Keep it. Give it to another girl." I say.

Bruce doesn't seem amused at all. He's frowning, and his fist is firmly closed, turning his hand red.

"We're done." I say grinning, winning once.

He smiles. It confuses me, what the fuck is he smiling for?.

He leans over, and he gestures to me to do the same. I do it, hoping he admits his defeat once for all.

"Baby, come back to me." He says with a sensual tone. I have goosebumps everywhere and I bite my lower lip.

"I miss you, baby. I miss fucking you, raw, on every surface, balls deep inside that tight pussy of yours for hours and hours." Oh, God what a sweet torture! He looks at me straight in the eyes and I can see his eyes burning with desire.

He doesn't touch me, if he would he'd probably burn himself because I'm getting hotter and hotter.

"Tonight, be mine. I wanna give it to you just one more time, baby." I crush my legs. He's so domeering and has this power on me that I can't explain. He's got me on the palm of his hand, and he can do whatever he wants with me.

"Sorry for taking a while. I'm really sorry, but there's a matter I have to deal with." Harvey starts go get ready to leave.

Bruce gets up and he's ready to get rid of him. Maybe he's the mastermind behind all of this.

I hug Harvey, then he shakes Bruce's hand, and leaves. He's gone, disappeared.

The blond girl says something in Russian, and in no time, she's gone as well.

They left me alone with Bruce, and not just any Bruce, but a horny Bruce who wants to devour me.

His eyes are back on me. He's more than amused.

"Where were we?" He asks.

"Would you like something sweet to eat?" Asks the waitress. I get thrown back to reality.

"I'll take this soufflé au chocolat." Says Bruce keeping his eyes on me.

"Honey, is there something appetising that you'd like to eat?" He asks. He's such a pervert. He doesn't refer to any dessert but him.

"N-no, I'm fine." The waitress goes away taking all the plates with her.

"Harvey is not the man for you. You deserve me, a man who can take care of you, who can put the world under your feet. Someone who can make you cum every time you need it."

"I don't deserve you, Bruce. You're not the man for me. You only think about power and dominance, but never about love. Love is all I need. You can't give me that. Not a genuine one, at least." I say, playing with my glass.

"We can try, again. To see how it goes." He look hopeful.

"I don't wanna try. Not with you anymore." I say, feeling all the sadness of my words.

"You sound scared." He affirms putting one finger on his lower lip to caress it.

"I am. I don't want you here. Tonight was just for me and Harvey. He wanted to ask me to be his girlfriend, and you just slided in like a snake to kill a romantic night."

"The night is not over. We can have a romantic date, you and I, here."

"I don't think that's a good idea. We didn't talk for months, you didn't even try to reach me. You closed all your doors, and soon, there wasn't enough space, even for a friendship. There was nothing. And whatever this is, quit it. Stop it." I say, looking at him with begging eyes.

"There wasn't a minute where you weren't in my thoughts. You were the only one in my head. I dream of you almost every night."

"What do I do in your dreams?"

"You tell me you love me, then we have sex, and you end up pregnant with my baby. We're happy, the three of us."

"You always say have sex and never make love. This speaks volumes about how you see me as a person, Bruce. You have sex with someone you hook up with, not someone you love and care for."

"It's a rough session. In bdsm there's no space for lovemaking. And as far as I remember, you like being tight up and spanked. Fucked right until you're a fountain cumming all over my expensive bed sheets."

"Okay, I got it. There's no need to be THIS specific." I say, rolling my eyes.

He laughs. God, I missed his laugh. It's so contagious that I end up smiling.

"I'll make love to you tonight if you let me."

"Bruce, it's better if we don't. We should move on. And I've found the right person to be happy with."

"We can talk about this tomorrow morning over breakfast. I'm sure it'll be a nice conversation I'd love to engage myself in."

The waitress interrupts us, bringing Bruce's order to the table.

"You won't give up, uh?" I ask, taking his plate with the soufflé.

I take a bite of it. It's delicate and delicious.

He passes his tongue on lis lower lip, looking at me eating the dessert.

"No, never. Can I have my soufflé back. I can order a new one for you."

"Order it for yourself. Yours is sooo good."I say, provoking him. I eat sensually moaning at every bite.

"Don't torture me." He says, leaning back on his chair.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just enjoying this delicious soufflé. Do you want a bite?" I say as innocent as possible.

He says yes with his head. We both lean closer to each other, like to magnets. I bring my spoon with on the dessert, and as he was to bite it, I pull my spoon back, eating the soufflé au chocolat.

He smiles.

"Sweetie, you gotta be faster than that. Let's try again." He tries to move fast to eat it, but I'm faster, and soon enough, I'm enjoying another bite.

"One last time." He says. His eyes were shining.

I do the same movement, and he plays his part perfectly, but instead of eating the dessert, he kisses me. Just one small peck to leave me breathless.

God his lips are so good. I missed them.

"This is better." He says pleased.

I smile.

"I want more. All of you."

He's going to be the death of me.

"I have a room. The view from up there is breathtaking. Stay with me tonight."

"I'll give you an answer after finishing MY soufflé." I say, starting to provoke him again by moaning and exaggerating my eating process. He enjoys himself, he's amused, and keeps his blue eyes on me. I put my front zip down to reveal a little bit of skin, well actually a good part of my breast.He moves his eyes, following my hand as I do so. He bites his lower lip, and then he licks it.

"Bruce, what do you think of my dress. Do you like it?" I ask, passing my hands through my hair.

"I adore it." He says, keeping his eyes on my breast.

"Do you like my new haircut?" I ask while bouncing a little bit on the chair.

"I love it." As he was saying so I started to put my slip down

"And what about my perfume?" I extend my folded hand. waiting for him to take my panties and sniff them.

"It's divine." He says after sniffing his fist.

"Do you want a taste?"

"Yes, baby."

I slide my index inside my wet cave, moaning to the pleasure.

I bring it to his mouth and he licks it.

"Fucking good." He says passing his tongue on it once more.

"I just hope your bed is comfortable."

"The best in the world."

"Glad to hear that. You're gonna sleep tight in it, all alone." I say getting up.

Bruce tilts his head, not understanding what I'm doing, but I'm ready to leave.

He gets up, trying to convince me to stay.

"I thought we were playing. We were having fun, why are you leaving?"

"You don't play with people's feelings, Bruce. You did me wrong, and I can't forget that. Harvey will call me sooner or later."

"Can I at least take you home?" He asks. It's a wrong idea. We can not be left alone together, I could give in and lose the power that I have on him.

"I can help you put your panties back on." He proposes smirking with his playboy attitude.

"You can keep them, I have plenty at home, place where I'll drive myself to. Goodbye, Bruce." I say before walking fast to the exit.

These games between us need to stop, I can't keep going on like this. We can't be together, I have Harvey who will take care of me.

As soon as I get in my car, I start to cry. Too many emotions I can't comprehend and accept. Bruce and I share a lot of history. My heart and body hurt, all of me. I start to tremble, feeling trapped between what's right ( moving on with Harvey) and what's wrong (go back to Bruce and try again to work things out).

I clean my face with a tissue, and I drive back home, hoping just to sleep and find peace.

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fangirlfrom-hell · 6 months

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Marigolds: A Day of the Dead Story || Jay Halstead x Halstead sister

It could have turned out better, but many inconveniences occurred that made me finish writing hastily. Anyway, I wanted to share it. Might end up delating it, though.

You'll find some songs to armonize this story at the end of the post.

"So, what's the name of this girl, again?" Jay asked from the kitchen while he was cooking dinner.

Sitting on the living room floor, her eyes fixed on the papers and books scattered across the coffee table, Becca replied slowly and deliberately, trying to pronounce each sound correctly, "Ca-ta-li-na."

"Catalina," he muttered to himself, then turned back to his sister. "I don't remember her."

"Yeah, that's because she's new at school. I think her family just moved to Chicago."

"Hmm," Jay hesitated, "Don't you prefer to invite them over here?"

"No."

"I can bring paperwork home. Your friends have been here before," he continued, trying to persuade her.

"Nope. We decided to go to her house because her mom still doesn't know how to move around the city."

Becca left the pen she was writing with, turned to face her brother, and asked, "Is there a problem?"

"Well, kind of. I don't know her or her family at all. Where does she live, again?"

Becca smiled. "I guess you never stop being a cop."

"Hey!" the detective shot back, "I'm just looking out for you. Any other parent, or big brother in this case, would do the same," he winked.

"Yeah, yeah," she went back to her homework.

The siblings sat comfortably in front of the TV: Jay with his feet on the coffee table, and Becca with her legs crossed on the sofa. Both had their plates on their laps, having dinner while catching up with their favorite crime show.

"That would never happen!" Jay would exclaim from time to time, to which Becca would simply roll her eyes.

This was a typical evening for them, unless Will was there to scold them for not eating at the table "like civilized people," as he would say.

"Okay, you can go to your friend's house, only because it's for homework," Jay said as the ending credits of the show rolled.

"Thanks, I guess?"

"...but I'll drive you there."

"Fine."

"...and I will walk you to the door. I want to meet her mom and take a look at the place where you're staying."

"Jay–"

"Don't you dare make that face at me, Becca Marie!" He pointed at her with his finger.

"Ugh, whatever you want. It's your time to waste, anyway."

The next day after school, Becca had to spend some time at the 21st district before her brother could take her to Catalina's home.

"This should be the house," Jay called his sister before she got out of the truk. "Hey, if anything happens, if you just feel uncomfortable, give me a call, and I'll pick you up, okay? Anything, even if you think it's nonsense."

"Yes, detective," Becca turned her eyes, mocking him.

But Jay was serious. "I mean it." As he had warned, he got out of the car to walk her to the entrance.

After a few knocks, a girl about the same age as Becca opened the door, and a delicious smell wafted out of the house, something they had never smelled before.

At the same time, a voice came from the back part of the house, "Cata, who is it?" But before the girl could answer, a woman hurriedly approached the entrance, drying her hands with a kitchen towel, making it obvious that she had interrupted something because of their arrival. That's how Jay met Mrs. Aragón, Catalina's mother, and as both adults stayed there talking, the girls ran upstairs.

"It smells delicious," Becca couldn't help but point out.

"Yes," Catalina answered proudly, "My mom is baking…", but suddenly she seemed to be ashamed of something.

"What?"

"Nothing," she ended the conversation by opening the door to her room, where two other girls were already working on their school assignment.

It didn't take them long to finish their homework, and as they were waiting for their moms to pick them up, they chatted and laughed. Becca sent a text to let Jay know she was done, to which he immediately answered with "Give me five minutes," and she knew very well that those 5 minutes could turn into 5 hours. Everything was going well until all the other girls had left, and Becca remained alone.

"Becc, do you need a ride?" one of the moms offered, "I can take you, that's all right, honey."

"Thank you! But my brother will come for me," she replied. She didn't like it when that happened, and it was quite often. She knew all the other moms looked at her with pity, as if she was abandoned, which wasn't true. It was just that she didn't have a full-time mom to drive her around whenever it was needed. Jay did his best to take care of her.

"Are you staying for dinner?" Mrs. Aragón asked Becca.

"Uh, I don't think so. My brother should be here any minute," she instinctively checked her phone.

"Don't worry," her smile was warm, and her voice soothing, "You can stay here as long as you need, no pasa nada," the woman continued when she noticed the girl looking at the clock. "It's getting late, so I'll prepare a plate for you, just in case."

Then, she received a call from Jay, whose tone was anguished.

"I'm so sorry, Becc. I got stuck at the district; I can't leave right now. Ask your friend if you can stay a little bit longer," he said the sentence, but then regretted it, knowing how nervous his sister was. He knew she must be uncomfortable being alone in a new house with new people. He also thought about how the other moms would have seen her being left behind, a thing that he also hated.

"Okay, let me just ask…" The truth was that she was feeling pretty welcome and cozy with the Aragóns.

"No, you know what? I'll send a patrol to pick you up and bring you here."

"A patro–? Jay, no way, don't you dare. It's alright, I can stay here a bit more. They invited me to have dinner, so…" She turned to see her new friend, who nodded in approval.

There was a bit of silence on the other side of the line, then a deep sigh, "Do you want to?" Becca didn't like eating in other places or in front of strangers; it made her anxious, so it was odd how she was managing the situation.

"I'm fine."

With one last "sorry," the call ended.

"We can wait in my room," Catalina invited her as she walked to the stairs. When they were passing by the living room, something caught Becca's attention, and she stopped to peek her head, as if she were drawn to it.

"Wait, what is that?" She was looking at a tall structure covered with white and black tablecloths, decorated with colorful skulls, pictures, and a lot of orange flowers.

"Ah, that's our altar for Day of the Dead," her friend answered as if it were the most natural thing, then took her hand, feeling a little bit rushed to take her out of there. "Come on."

Her attempt was useless, for Becca couldn't take her eyes off it. "May I see it closer?"

"Uh, sure! If that's what you want." It was a strange request. "It's still in progress, but it's almost done," she explained as they approached.

"We're only missing the food," Mrs. Aragón entered the room with a tray of bread, "But that's for the actual day they are coming."

"Who's coming?" Becca frowned.

"The deceased," the woman said simply. Catalina turned to meet her guest's gaze a bit embarrassed, trying to read Becca's thoughts on the matter. As she had learned in her short life, you couldn't give an explanation like that to people, as they usually got scared. To her surprise, Becca was not like every other person.

"Oh, how does that work?" The girl asked nervously.

"Well, Day of the Dead is the day when the deceased come back to Earth to visit their loved ones, the ones they left behind, us the living. That's why we build these offerings for them. It's filled with their favorite foods and beverages so they can have what they used to enjoy when they were alive."

Feeling a bit more secure, Catalina continued, "Also, because they come from a place far away and it's a tiring trip, so they rest here before going back."

"That's right," her mom said proudly.

"It's beautiful, so colorful. I really love it," Becca commented.

"Thank you. We're doing what we can with what we have. Now…" she placed the tray on the altar, "Take one and tell me if it's good" she offered both girls.

"So, this is why it smelled so delicious," Becca said as she inspected the piece of bread, "I've never seen this type of bread before." It was light and fluffy, glazed with sugar and some stange shapes on top of it.

"It's pan de muerto," Catalina said with her mouth half full. "I won't translate it or explain the meaning of it because you might refuse to eat it. Just taste it." She took another bite.

"Oh, this is really delicious."

"I couldn't find any good pan de muerto in the city, so I had to bake it myself."

"Are these your grandparents?" Becca pointed to the pictures.

"Yeah. We put their pictures so they know we still remember them. As we say "Solamente muere el que ha sido olvidado."

"Only those who had been forgotten die" Catalina translated.

Becca kept silent, thinking about her mom, and she mentally ran through Jay's apartment, realizing there were no pictures of her around.

"But isn't it a bit scary? The idea of dead people visiting you?"

Catalina reacted with a smile, "Oh, no. What I would give to hug my granny one more time."

Becca connected that idea to her own mother, and her eyes became watery. A wave of emotions washed over her, and the atmosphere in the room intensified her sensitivity. She had felt empty spaces in her chest before, but never like this – it was like a black hole that opened up within her. Catalina noticed her distress and became concerned that they might have shared too much information and made her feel uncomfortable.

But Mrs. Aragón knew better and warmly smirked, "You're thinking of someone, right?"

"My mommy," Becca answered simply, her voice trembling and a lump forming in her throat. She couldn't hold back the silent tears that welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks. The gaze of four concerned eyes bore into her, and she despised being the center of attention. So she wiped away her tears, acting as if everything was normal.

"I'm so sorry," Mrs. Aragón said as she hugged her by the shoulder. That gesture eased the girl's emotions.

"Oh, but it's okay, don't worry. It happened a few years ago."

"You know what? If you feel like it, you can bring your mommy's photograph to our altar..."

"Mamá..." Catalina scolded her, not knowing how the other girl would react.

"We can make some space for her," she said, pointing to a spot on the offering, imagining how she could rearrange everything to make room for the newly invited one.

"Mom!" She was concerned that she might scare Becca.

"...We'd be glad to have her here.”

Becca hesitated, she was pulled into the idea, but at the same time she felt as an intruder, "But I'm not even Mexican, and I don't want to be a bother, everything is already settled."

"Doesn't matter,” the woman put her hands on her waist, “Everybody's welcome to join if they want to, regardless of their nationality or religion. And you are not a bother, we would only have to move one or two things.”

“Besides, I’m pretty sure my grandparents would love to have a new friend around,” Catalina added, still with a bit of embarrasement in her voice.

Becca bit her lip and, after a few seconds, she nodded, “Yeah, I would like to.” Her words hinted at the deep need to keep her mother's memory alive.

As soon as they arrived home, Becca opened each drawer on the living room furniture and took out every album, looking for the picture.

"What are you looking for?" Jay asked, noticing how stressed she was getting.

“Don’t we have a picture of Mom?” There was a hint of anger in her tone. Her brother felt his blood run cold, for their mother was still a sensitive topic to discuss. He had been the one to deal with her throughout her illness and had to witness her during her worst moments.

“Of course, we have,” he managed to keep calmed as he approached to open one specific drawer, and take a cardboard box from it. “There should be some here.”

Catalina’s mom's words came to Becca’s mind: Only those who are forgotten die. A wave of unease washed over her, causing her stomach to churn with a mix of anxiety and contemplation.

“Why are Mom’s pictures inside of a box inside of a drawer?”

Jay shrugged, not really understanding what was going on. “I keep them here. They are safe in this place.”

“There are no reminders of Mom around in any place in this apartment. Not even at Will’s house". She exploded, "It’s as if we never think about her anymore. Only Dad has framed photos, but he never wants to even mention her.”

"What are you talking about? We always talk about Mom."

"No, that's not true," she said with a calmer tone, but her eyes welled up with tears once more. "You rarely speak about her. Whenever someone mentions her, you change the subject. I understand that her memory brings you pain, which is why I avoid talking about her. But sometimes, I wish I could ask about her, to learn things about her that I never got the chance to know." For a long time, she had managed to keep all these feelings locked inside of her, but the experience of this afternoon had stirred everything within her.

Jay stood still with the box in his hands, silent and carefully listening to his little sister’s words. A bit more relaxed, she sat on the sofa.

“I’ve never said this before, but it really makes me angry that I didn’t get to really know her. It’s not fair that I didn’t get to spend as much time with her as you and Will. Sometimes I get scared I might forget her face, her voice.”

Jay sat by her side and stayed silent for a couple of minutes, trying to organize his thoughts before speaking.

“I’m sorry,” he finally said. “You are right. I won’t explain anything to you, but Mom hurts me in a way you wouldn’t understand, and before you say something, I know you are carrying your own pain, a pain you shouldn’t know of. Believe me when I tell you I’ve done everything in my power to try to protect you from it, but it looks like I’ve failed. It’s hard for me to deal with these emotions, and I probably dragged you into my own turmoil. Even when I was aware that our pain was different, I never thought you felt like this. It never crossed my mind how much you wished, how much you needed to construct mom in your mind. And I’m really sorry.” His words were heavy with the weight of his own grief, understanding the depth of Becca's longing for their mother.

“I don’t want to forget her. I’m so scared I’m gonna forget her.”

“You won't, and I’ll make sure of that.”

“Promise me we can talk about her.”

“Anytime you want, I'll work it out,” He hugged her tightly, the box still on his lap. It was only when they separated that Becca noticed her brother was crying too.

“Where did all this come from, anyway?” Jay inquired. “Why do you need the picture?”

Becca settled on the sofa, turning her face and body towards her brother. “Promise you won’t make fun of me.”

“Never.”

“Okay. Today I saw an offering for Day of the Dead at Cata’s home. It was beautiful, Jay, so colorful and full of…life. They explained to me about the tradition, that the spirits of your loved ones come down to visit you on Earth for a day, and her mother invited me to put Mom’s picture on their altar. She said she’s very welcome to join them.”

“Beccs…”

“No, sssh, wait! Catalina said something that stayed in my mind. She said that, whether it's true or not that they come back, however you see it, this day is a good opportunity to remember and honor the ones that are gone.”

Jay hesitated, “I admit this sounds like a beautiful tradition, but...do you really want to do it?”

“I have no doubt.”

"Fine. In that case…" he finally opened the box, "I think I have the perfect picture," he searched for a specific one among the others and finally took it out, "Here."

Becca got as close as she could to her brother, hugging his arm. They stayed in that position for a while, looking at their mother.

“She was beautiful,” Becca muttered, “You were right, this one’s perfect.”

“We can go out to find a frame tomorrow.”

“I like that. There’s something else we need.”

Jay raised a brow, looking at his sister, “What?”

“What was Mom's favorite food?”

It was November 1st, already evening when the two Halstead siblings arrived at the Aragón's house. Somehow, Becca had managed to convince Jay to accompany her, not just drop her off. He agreed after all her insistence, thinking it might end up being something good for his sister. Anyway, he could deal with his own demons later.

“Here we are,” he said. “You sure you want to do this?”

The girl just nodded, noticeably nervous.

“You know, it’s alright if you don’t like it in the end, if you feel uncomfortable, tell me, and I’ll find a way for us to leave.”

“Yeah, you too,” she told him back. “I don’t want us to stay long, anyway. I wouldn’t like to interfere so much with their customs.”

When Mrs. Aragón opened the door, she saw Jay holding a small food dish and Becca hugging a frame that was facing backward, hiding her mother’s picture from the sight of the others around. She greeted them.

“I’m so glad you came,” her words were full of sincerity. She gave the girl a long and tender hug, which Jay noted to be very maternal. He liked the way they treated her.

“Is this the offering for your mother?” The woman asked, taking the dish from Jay’s hands.

“I guess it is,” the detective answered as they entered.

“Perfect, let’s go put it in its place, then,” her smile was so warm it could melt the poles.

As they entered the living room, a very particular smell became stronger, and they found Catalina lighting all of the incense around the altar.

“It is copal,” Mrs. Aragón explained when she noticed Jay sniffing. “It’s used to cleanse the place of evil spirits so that the souls can enter without any danger.”

The Halstead siblings instinctively turned to see each other.

“Ma, you are going to scare them,” Cata said, “It’s all safe, don’t worry,” she reassured them before greeting them.

“We made this space especially for your mommy,” the girl continued, taking her friend to show her the spot. “We thought it was good for her to be surrounded by marigolds since this would represent her first time coming down. You can place the photograph whenever you feel ready.”

Jay moved unconsciously, with a lot of doubts and questions swirling around his mind. He also noted how Becca was holding the frame tighter and tighter around her arms. He didn’t know how to act; she was being hard to read, so he was thankful for Catalina’s mom's intervention.

“But if you change your mind and don’t feel like putting her there, that’s also perfectly fine, honey,” she then turned to the brother, “I know this is new to you two, and you might find it a little bit strange.”

“...or scary. It’s understandable,” Cata completed.

“No,” Becca finally stated, “I want to do it.” Slowly and with a lot of delicacy and love, she placed the frame with her mother’s picture in its place on the altar. Jay approached her and squeezed both of her shoulders, letting her know he was there for her.

The food they had brought was placed near her, “So she can easily find her dish,” Mrs. Aragón remarked. When everything was settled, Jay and Becca stayed there, staring at their mom. It was a beautiful scene to witness how the photograph had taken on another tone, surrounded by so many colors, illuminated by the candles, the smoke that the incense created, and the orange marigold petals.

“Now we wait for them,” Mrs. Aragón said in a very low voice.

Becca couldn’t help but cry, but she wasn't sad or grieving; actually, she was somehow relieved, the hole in her chest disappeared. Suddenly she didn’t feel so lonely, she didn’t feel like she was missing her mom. Jay wrapped his arm around her, and she hugged him back, surrounding his waist with her arms. He kissed her hair and asked, “You good?”

“Sure, I’m just happy we did this.”

“It is sad to lose a loved one, especially if it's someone very close,” Mrs. Aragón spoke, looking at her own family pictures at the altar. “But at the end of the day, this celebration is a party for them, to remember them and celebrate the lives they had and thank them for the time they stayed by our sides. Of course we are allowed to cry for them, but we should end the evening with a smile.”

The Halsteads didn’t stay much time there, but it was long enough to eat tamales, under the insistence of their host, “because there’s no real party without tamales,” the woman would say.

Becca and Catalina were sitting separated from the adults while having dinner. The atmosphere was very peaceful, and cheerful music was already playing in the background.

“Do you really think this is real?” Becca asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Cat was looking into the horizon, reflexively. “You know, it is supposed that souls arrive at midnight, during the first moments of November 2nd. When I was a child, by 10 o'clock at night, my grandma would say, 'They should be close by now,' and I would get very excited about the idea. As the clock ticked away, my mom would playfully ask us, 'Where do you think they are at this very moment?' and I took it very seriously, imagining their entire process of coming back home. During the early morning, when I was already in my bed, I pictured them eating their offerings, and I would close my eyes, trying to hear their footsteps in the hallway. For me, it represented the idea of seeing again the relatives I missed and meeting others who had passed away before I was even born, those whom I only knew through stories,” She bit her lip a bit, at this point her eyes were watery, “I don’t know if it’s true, but I really want to believe it is. Ugh, I just want to see my granny one more time and tell her how much I miss her, how much I need her. I’ve been praying all day long to dream with her tonight, that’s all I ask.”

Almost an hour before their arrival, Jay announced their departure. When Becca was about to get into the car, she heard Catalina calling her, so she went back to meet her in the middle of her front yard.

“Here,” She handed her a small bunch of marigolds, “We call this flower cempasúchil, it is used to guide the spirits, show them the way to their offerings, so they don’t get lost. That's why we put so many petals for your mom, to help her. I thought about giving you some, I mean, your mom’s on my altar, but you are not here,” she shrugged, “I don’t think this is the place where she would want to be. I thought you might find it useful,” she winked at her friend and ran back inside.

“It was…something different,” Jay stated on their way back to his apartment.

“Yeah, but I think I liked it.”

That night, Becca waited for Jay to fall asleep and she sneaked into his room to place a couple of marigolds over his nightstand. She did it with a sense of deep emotion. Then, she put the rest in a small glass of water next to her bed, thinking about how much she wished both of them dream with their mommy that night.

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Roommates & Renovations Pt. 8

Merman x F!Reader

It's clothes shopping day. You decided that there will be no if, ands, or buts about it. Yen is getting new clothes.

You woke up on the couch in the middle of the night after a long and much needed nap and decided first thing in the morning after breakfast that you'd take Yen shopping. You had a light dinner while you browsed online for shops that will cater to his height and size. You found a good few shops and some that will do custom clothes for an affordable price.

The area you're in seems like it's playing catch up on being able to cater to those from the fae realm but they're doing a good job so far. Suddenly you think that maybe you should talk to the shops around here about renovating their places in order to accommodate other peoples. Maybe talk to Yen and see if it'd be possible to have an area of the lake sectioned off for freshwater merfolk. Maybe they'd like to vacation here but there's just not enough places in the mortal realm for them.

Yen wakes up rather late, practically dragging himself to the bathroom. He looks a million times better though there's still signs of scratches and possible scarring on him. He plops down onto one of the kitchen chairs and stretches his lanky legs out with a yawn.

"Morning my light," he gives you a lazy grin.

"Good morning, get enough sleep?" you ask as you start fixing him a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, I passed out pretty quick," he stretches again and you hear a pop and groan.

"Good, hopefully you'll have enough energy for today," you grin at him.

He glares at you for a second and sighs, "Clothes shopping, right."

You laugh, "I'll be nice and let you wake up and eat."

"How sweet of you, now come here," he holds out his hand and you take it. He pulls you into his lap as you set his coffee on the table. He nuzzles against your cheek before peppering it with enough kisses that has you giggling. "You're too cute."

You grumble.

"You can disagree with me all you want but the fact remains, you are cute," he kisses you again before grabbing his mug.

"Another fact, you will get more than just t-shirts today," you turn in his lap and he stiffens a little.

You tease him a little and he rolls his eyes, "Ok so we shop today and tomorrow I take you on a real proper date. Neither of us worrying about our exes, no baggage, no talk of work, nothing like that. A real date."

A tinge of excitement has you smiling. You're not used to feeling this way and you're not quite sure how to handle it.

"It's a date then," you kiss Yen and move off his lap. "I'll get started on breakfast."

The morning goes on uneventfully and with a goodbye text from Varen via Lin's phone. A strange mix of unease and giddiness mixes in your stomach but you do your best to focus on the latter. Yen has a hard time picking between his surviving clothes and what would look good with his only pair of shoes.

You on the other hand know exactly what you want to wear and decide that wearing the other set of lingerie that Yen didn't see would be a fantastic idea. After all, he's not going to be the only one getting new clothes today.

As soon as Yen's done getting ready the both of you fill up a few gallons of water and pack a huge case on water bottles in the backseat. To take extra precautions though Yen lathers himself in a special lotion meant to keep his skin hydrated for a good portion of the day.

"Did you grab your citizenship pass?" you ask him, slinging your purse over your shoulder.

"It should be in my wallet, wherever that went..." Yen rifles through his pockets and something falls out with a thwump. "Found it!"

"Then I think we're all set," you grab your keys and just as you're about to open the door Yen curses and runs back to his room saying he forgot his phone.

"Sorry sorry, ok now I'm ready," he laughs while pocketing his cell.

The drive to the next city over is longer than you anticipated thanks to a stalled vehicle. Yen fumbles with the radio some and the both of you talk about what sort of music you and he likes. He likes songs from musicals and is sort of nit picky when it comes to rock but he prefers some of the older songs.

When the traffic finally dies down it's a smooth drive. Yen passes out a little bit right before you arrive to the first shop and you figure he deserves it, especially since the both of you will be out nearly all day.

You gently wake him up and grab a couple water bottles and stuff them in your purse. Yen has to run his hands through his hair a few times to combat the fluff that is his curls.

"You ready to get going or do you need a minute?" you ask, handing him a bottle of water so he can hydrate.

He stretches a bit and yawns, "I probably need a few minutes, I'm not used to car rides... Is it normal to pass out like that?"

"Only if you're a passenger. Oh and I decided to be a little nice today so we're getting your t-shirts first," you give him a playful smile.

"How thoughtful of you my light. But you're never just a little nice, you're always nice... at least to me," he grins then leans over and kisses your cheek.

It takes a little longer than intended for Yen to wake up and get out of the car. The both of you wince at how sunny it is and quickly rush to get into the store before he gets baked.

The store is nice and large and has a larger selection of shirts than the website mentioned. There are several different sections catering to different heights and builds so the both of you try to scope out for tall and slim. Yen is instantly taken by all the graphic tees with quotes on them and grabs quite a few. He takes pictures of a few with some offensive words and has a good laugh about them but leaves them on the racks. At the end of it all he finds twelve new shirts.

"Remind me again why I was dreading this?" he turns to you in the line with a smile.

"Maybe because this is just the first stop and we've got a several others to go to," you laugh.

"Ah yes that's right, you had planned to drag me across the city to fill my closet and drawers with more than just t-shirts and jeans. Not that I'm complaining since I get to spend all day with you but why is this important?" he asks, scooching up in the line.

"For the rare occasions when we're not working and have the time off. You can't go to a wedding wearing jeans... I mean unless that's the theme," you shrug.

Yen raises a brow, "I didn't know weddings could have themes... Do you think we could have a t-shirt and jean themed wedding if we ever get married?"

Your eyes widen and you stutter before Yen realizes what he just said.

"Oh my gods, I uh hmm that was um not what I meant to ask... no no I did mean to but just as-"

"Next," the shop's clerk interrupts and Yen quickly places the shirts on the counter.

Once he's done paying and has everything bagged the both of you make and awkward and quiet run to the car. Unfortunately it's made more awkward by you're fumbling with the keys and Yen accidentally setting off the car alarm.

There's a bit of a long drawn out silence when both of you are seated, neither of you looking at one another until Yen clears his throat.

"I uh, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable back there. I just, I really love you and yes sometimes I think about these things and I can't help myself but I don't want it to affect our relationship or ruin anything that we've built," Yen admits, his voice clearly distressed.

You lean over and take his hand, "I honestly had no idea how to react to what you said. No one has ever brought up marriage with me before, well no one that's not my godmother. So I was a little uh thrown off."

Yen's face relaxes and he closes his eyes, "So you're not mad?"

"No? Why would I be?" you ask.

"Because you're not comfortable with cheesy corny talk in public," he pokes you and you roll your eyes.

"The nicknames Yen, the cheesy corny nicknames. That and public display of affection. I'm really not used to either," you sigh.

Yen opens his mouth and quickly shuts it. He mulls over something for a moment before groaning, "Onto the first location of sheer and utter torture I guess?"

"Oh come now suits aren't that bad," you laugh. "In fact if we're not careful of what you select we might end up having to go home early."

"And what do you mean by that?" he looks at you curiously.

"I may or may not have a thing for suits," you say and quickly add, "On everyone but Varen. He makes it his personality."

He starts laughing at that and leans against you, "My light he's a lawyer, his entire personality could be packed into a briefcase and stored under a desk. Now then, didn't we agree not to bring up our exes?"

"Yes, but that was for our date tomorrow. And I only brought that up so you wouldn't feel inclined to compare yourself to him.

"And why would I do that when we're together? I needn't compare a flower to a rock," he grins and kisses you cheek before buckling in.

"So who's the flower and who's the rock?" you laugh.

"Depends on the context, but I'll leave it to your imagination."

The drive to the next shop is short but enjoyable. You have Yen think of a couple colors he'd like to get for suits, vests and ties while you secretly plot on the other stores you'd like to hit up.

The shop you hit up caters to mostly orcs, werefolk, and other tall peoples so Yen will be their first mer client. You had emailed the owner ahead of time and he's very excited to get to work with Yen. A tall elderly orc greets the both of you and introduces himself Kirill which has you raising a brow.

"You wouldn't happen to have a son who works in law enforcement or is that just a common name?" Yen asks.

Kirill tosses his head back and gives a hardy laugh, "Oh aye, yes I do. I suppose I just need to accept it and add senior to my name. And I suppose you're the heavy fellow my son nearly dropped in the pond?"

Yen laughs and both him and Kirill talk about that day while the elderly orc escorts him to a nice room to get his measurements.

"Oh dear, your boyfriend's got him talking!" an elderly woman sighs.

You turn and see a small orcish woman with her arms crossed over the counter, "Good luck getting him out of here anytime soon. The names Rita dear, care for a cup of tea?"

"That sounds lovely," you smile.

Rita beckons you to come around the counter and sets out an adorable tea set and scones. She starts off by begrudgingly adding that she's Kirill's older sister and admits to being half-orc but she just winks when she asks you to guess which of her parents was the human.

"My brother will talk that poor lads' ears off if given the chance," she sniffs.

"Then it'll be a competition then because I'm certain Yen will attempt to do the same," you smile. Rita chuckles as she pours the tea, a wonderful fruity and warm aromatic drink.

"Now then, you two wouldn't happen to be the same couple who are working to rebuild that old lake town? We have a young man who comes in ever so often talking about a merman and a very attractive young woman working to renovate the buildings and clean the lake," Rita inquires.

You're a little taken back by the 'attractive' comment but you clear your throat and reply," Yes, Yen and I are the ones working out at the lake town. With everything that's been going on though we've opted to take the next few days off but I'm honestly itching to get back to work."

Rita smiles and nods, "It'll be nice to see the lake cleaned. Many good memories. Why did you know that it used to be a hotspot for weddings? My brother got married there, my neighbors did as well, and if memory serves me correct I think two of the owners of the boat rental shop got married there. Lots of history at that lake."

"By the way, I've been meaning to ask and I don't know why I keep putting it off... What is the name of the lake?" you ask then take a sip of the delightful tea.

"It has no name so most call it The Nameless Lake. A novelty the town likes to keep up with I suppose. Also adds an interesting air of mystery to it," she waves her hands and giggles.

You and Rita go back and forth about the lake and the town's history stopping conversation when you hear Yen and her brother barking in laughter. After nearly an hour does Yen finally emerge from the measuring room with a couple chalk marks here and there on his shirt and his arms.

"Well, seems like you're enjoying yourself," you grin up at him..

"Ok, suit shopping isn't bad as long as we come here. Did you know that the lake doesn't have a name?" Yen grins.

You smile and roll your eyes, "It looks like we might have been given the same history lesson then."

Rita playfully slaps your arm and groans, "That old little bastard stealing my conversation ideas."

"They're siblings," you shrug.

Yen snickers, "I'll be sure to warn my sister to not to use any cheesy corny nicknames that I come up with then. She can make up her own."

"Isn't your sister single and well you know... about to have a very important job coming up?" you poke at him.

"She never remains single for long and with her new job opportunity our mother and aunt will pressure her to settle down... with one man only," Yen says very matter of factly which makes Rita choke on her tea at that last part. The elderly orc places a hand over her chest as if she's been scandalized.

"Apologies ma'am, I didn't mean to uh-"

"Oh no no no, go on~" Rita drawls. "I do so enjoy hearing the gossip between or about other siblings. It's refreshing to know Kirill and I aren't the only ones at arms with one another."

"Refreshing though it may be, it's a bit too much prying into another's personal business for me," Kirill adds as he waltzes into the front, carrying a large clipboard and several folds of different colored fabrics.

"I've got a quite a few different options for colors and patterns that are pretty close to what we've discussed. And as for something that can be ready before the end of the day, well you're in luck. A fae fellow came in several months ago for a fitting, a little taller than you but adjustments can be easily made. The color he wanted is the same as...." Kirill pauses and flips through the fabrics and grabs a pale greenish blue and holds it up.

"Here we go, this one. His is a tad bit lighter in color and will go well with that white vest and blue tie. I will also suggest that you wear white shoes with it, in fact give me a moment," he starts rummaging through his pockets and fishes out a card. "My cousin owns a shoe shop downtown. He'll give you a decent deal if you mention I referred you."

Yen grins and takes the card as Kirill shows him to another room. You're glad that you picked this place now and even more so since Yen is branching out and meeting people.

Rita nudges you, "You were staring after him pretty hard, still a fresh love?"

There's that word again.

"I um well I like him a lot but I wouldn't call it that just yet maybe," your face feels hot as you look away.

"It's alright to be scared of it," she takes your hands and sighs. "Love is a powerful thing and it can make people strong and weak, wise and stupid, happy and miserable. It builds and breaks and hurts and heals. It can be too much and not enough at all. What I saw when you looked at him and he looked at you was beyond what petty poets could describe and maybe that's why the word isn't quite right for you."

Your mouth hangs open and your chest feels tight and you're unable to breathe for a moment. You've never had a more accurate way for love to be painted out for you but it's everything you've ever felt.

"Excuse me dear, I'm just being nosy. Feel free to disregard what I just said," Rita waves her hand.

"Oh no, it's just that you um.. you might be on to something and I just don't know how to handle it," you admittedly groan.

The elderly orc raises her brows with a triumphant smile and straightens up, "I ought to know enough about love and such things at my age. Why I think the first time I had to deal with any couple would be with Kirill and Hana, disgusting and mushy. If I ever have to see two people flirt like that ever again-" Rita pauses and dramatically shivers for effect. "But it could also be because I'm related to Kirill that I found it gross."

"Gross and annoying and hardly tolerable," another woman's voice chimed in.

"Gah! Speak of the she-devil and she'll appear," Rita opens her arms and hugs the other orcish woman.

Rita introduces Hana to you and the three of you end up talking about a dress shop you want to visit. Rita and Hana then get into an argument over which type of dress would suit you and what colors and patterns would be flattering and so on. After sometime Kirill emerges from the other room with a grin.

"Well, he'll be able to walk away with one suit today and I should have at least five more ready for him by the first week of next month. Some of the fabric I'd like to use has to be ordered and the three ties he wants will also have to be ordered. I will say this, for someone who's never owned a suit before he does have remarkable taste," Kirill notes.

Yen pulls up behind him and the two exchange a few quick words and some nods and Kirill disappears to the back.

"So I get a suit," Yen grins.

"So it would seem," you smile back to him as you stand. "Still think getting clothes is torture?"

"Ok, stop one and two are winners. How many more stops do we have?" he asks as he leans over the counter.

"Hmm, well we still have to get you some pants and shoes so two more stops for you," you tell him.

"For me?" he presses a hand to his chest and looks ridiculously aghast.

You round the counter and get real close to him and tug on his shirt a little, "What, did you think that you're the only one who's getting clothes today?"

Yen pinches your cheek and you laugh when you hear Rita snort in disgust.

"If you plan on getting all lovey dovey please spare my eyes and take it outside, I already have to deal with my brother and Hana making goo goo eyes at each other from across the store," she whines.

Kirill comes back out with what you can only imagine is Yen's suit under the black plastic and hanger. "My sister's just being bitter again, don't mind her."

"You two are too sweet, my bitterness is the balance of this store," she huffs.

Both you and Yen have a good laugh as you watch the siblings banter. Hana eventually saves the days by taking her husband's clipboard and running up the bill. It takes several minutes to say goodbye and a promise to have dinner one day before you're able to leave.

Yen guzzles several bottles of water and has to splotch his skin with a wet towel.

The next two shops Yen isn't too enthused for. Finding pants for him is a bit of a struggle but he ends up getting three new pairs. The shoes are a much worse situation and you end up having to go downtown to Kirill's cousin's shop for shoes. He's only able to get one pair and has to order the others.

"No more... no more shopping please," he begs you as he slinks in the car seat. You had learned today that Yen has a bit of a dramatic side to him when he's comfortable and has a tendency to tease you when no one's looking.

"No more shopping for you at least. There's two shops I still want to hit up," you remind him.

"Alright alright, let's get this over with," he sighs as he grabs a water from the back.

You think to yourself that he wouldn't be acting this way if he knew what the last stop was.

After a little more driving you end up at the little dress shop you were talking about with Rita and Hana. The shop is stocked wall to wall with all sorts of dresses. Yen looks around nervously until he eyes something and plucks it off a rack.

It's a cute summer dress that is the same pale blue color that his tail is. He twirls it a bit on the hanger before handing it to you and asking you to try it on.

"I will once I find a few more dresses," you agree and Yen starts his hunt.

Kirill was right about one thing, Yen has amazing taste in clothes which you find odd since he considers t-shirts and jeans the height of fashion. He picks out a couple more summer dresses, a maxi dress, and a few cocktail dresses.

He hands his finds to you with enthusiasm and follows you to the entrance of the changing rooms. The woman working the counter points to one of three large rooms right behind her so Yen can see you once you've tried on a winner. You decide to try his first pick on last, just to build up the anticipation.

The first dress is a red cocktail dress with rose print and it fits just a little too big. The second is the maxi dress that fits just right but you wouldn't get much use out of it but you still step out and let Yen get a look.

He grins and has you turn for him which makes the woman at the counter roll her eyes.

You go back in and try another cocktail dress, this time it's black with a scale like pattern and it snugs your hips just right. You walk out and Yen's eyes go wide and he purses his lips. He holds up a double thumbs up and nods his head.

"I think he likes it," the woman at the counter giggles.

"Looks like it, give him a turn," a woman exiting one of the changing rooms teases.

You start to turn but Yen gets up and gently pushes you back into the dressing room while you start laughing.

The last cocktail dress is too small and you're not entirely in love with the feel of the fabric. Now onto the summer dress. It's a soft and light fabric that feels fantastic. You slip it on and twirl a little, enjoying the way it flutters against your skin.

You step out of the changing room and Yen looks star struck. He starts dimly glowing a rosy pink and you slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from gasping.

"Yen, you're uh," you point to him and he panics and glows a bit brighter.

"Oh my goodness that is adorable," you hear the counter woman murmur.

Yen looks around and runs towards the bathroom and doesn't come out for a few good minutes.

"Ok so are we adding dress shopping onto the list of ok shopping?" you tease him.

"I was not expecting to be this affected but yes, we can add dress shopping to it," he moans as he leans on you in the line.

Once you're done checking out you both decide to grab a bite to eat and go to Betzabeth's cafe. She has more meals that Yen can eat and enjoy than just salad. You both eat slowly, enjoying the fact that there's no rush and nothing hanging over your heads.

You think back on the person you were before you met Yen. Too engrossed in your job, too prideful in any project you had to take over from a partner, and too ready to impress everyone at work. You were still hurting from past relationships and thinking Varen had cheated on you.

Yen came in out of nowhere with his uncertainty and his baggage and above all, his friendliness. He's nice and respectful and although there's some cultural and personal differences, he does his best to understand you.

"I hate to be cheesy corny in public but I gotta say it, I think it was love at first sight for me," he rests his chin on his palms as his elbows rest on the table.

"Oh um wow," you feel the heat in your cheeks.

"I know you're not fond of the word, but it's the only word I know that's close to describing how I feel," he admits, a light pink glow emits from under his shirt.

You think of what Rita said and you smile a little, "I think I kinda know what you mean. Maybe that's why I don't want to say it..."

Yen inhales sharply and taps his fingers on the table, "Do you uh want to talk about this later? Maybe at home or tomorrow during or before or after our date?"

"Yeah, yeah no that sounds like a good idea," you sputter.

After lunch you drive to the last stop, the one that you've kept secret up till now. You had placed a last minute request to get the shop to yourself and even paid the surcharge for same day booking. Yen will definitely appreciate the privacy.

You pull up to the building and nothing about the store front gives it away. Yen looks curiously at the shop but shrugs. Once inside you're greeted by an elf and some quick paperwork.

"What's this all about?" he asks with a whisper.

"Oh you'll find out soon," you grin.

The elf leads the both of you to a large room that has a luxurious red sofa in the middle and facing the sofa is a door. The elf has you both sit on the sofa while she quickly explains the rules of the room.

"You break it you buy it."

"You get it messy you buy it"

"You fuck in it you buy it"

You raise a brow at that.

"It happens more often than you think, that's why we had to start closing the shop for everyone else if someone reserved it," the elf shrugs completely unbothered.

Yen starts to look a little nervous as the elf grabs a couple boxes from the corner of the room and starts bringing them into the small room across from the sofa.

"Alright well I'll leave you to it. If you need any help or have any questions please use that phone over there to ring for the front," she points to an old looking phone on the wall and makes a quick exit.

Yen adjusts himself on the couch, "So my light, mind telling me what this is all about?"

"How about I show you?" you start slipping out of your clothes and Yen's mouth flies open.

"Wha- wait- what are you-"

"This is a lingerie shop Yen, and I plan on trying on all the bras and panties I bought this morning and then some," you step away from your clothes and walk right up to Yen.

His hands run up your legs and rest at your hips, thumbs hooking under your panties, "You do realize that we're either going to be subjected to each of those three rules or..."

"Or what?" you lean down and give him a quick kiss.

"Or I'll be fucking you in the driveway when we get home," he yanks you down by your bra and grazes his teeth against your neck.

"Now are you going to give me a show my light or are we just going to use this room to fuck in?" he sits back and gives you a devious grin, the whites of his eyes turning black.

You slowly walk to the dressing room, unhooking your bra and dropping it as you shimmy out of your panties. You can practically feel the heat of his gaze on you as you enter the little room. You decide to go through the box of lingerie you bought this morning.

The first set is a thin lacy thing with a garter belt. You start to step out and take a deep breath when you see that Yen's eyes have gone all black. He watches with heavy eyes and you feel like a deer approaching its hunter. You feel his magic suddenly beckoning you closer and closer. The sweet scent of summer calls you to his lap.

You crawl onto him, his fingers tracing the outlines of your little piece.

"And how many more of these do I have to watch you try on?" he asks.

"I bought about six, how many do you think you can get though?" you kiss his neck and he shivers then laughs.

"Oh my light, I hardly have the strength to get through this one," he grinds out and pulls you against him.

"Stay strong then my light," you tease then kiss the tip of his nose.

"I am weak before you my light, my fate. But if you ask me to stay strong in the midst of sheer beauty, that then is giving me a nigh impossible task," he rolls his head back and lets his arms fall to his side.

"Well this will be the ultimate test then, which is stronger, your will or my panties."

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After Duskwood - Chapter 28

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A/N: the end is near are you ready??? also this chapter is my far my FAVORITE out of all written for this story. I hope you love it as well.

It's the next morning when I wake up and Jake is laying in bed, I believe still sleeping. I look at him and see his messy black hair and his scars from over the years of fighting and running from everything. I curl up against him and I feel him pull me closer as I whimper in pain as my back is tender. His eyes instantly pop open.

"You're past your meds time" he says looking at his phone..

He goes to leave and I pull him back down but he overpowers me and goes to get the meds. I give him a pout as I sit up. He hands me the meds and a cup of water. I take it and he sits next to me.

"I know you were enjoying the moment but you need to be taking it on time" he says, kissing my forehead.

"You just squeezed a little too tight. I was doing just fine" I say as I go to get up but after last night my legs give out.

"How are you feeling elsewise?" He asks with a devilish smile.

"Taken care of in all ways" I say, smirking back.

He pulls me back to him and wraps his arms around me just cuddling now that he gave me the meds.

"So we need to decide what we're doing" I say with a sigh as I turn and face him.

"We're cuddling," he says.

"Well besides that. Do we want to stay in this area or go back to my home?" I say, looking into his eyes.

"Well now that is something you and I need to decide together" he says .

He pulls his phone out looking at places to buy here and apartments to buy in my home city and while here we can get a full house and he is close to Hannah and Lilly. I can't help but think of how my family and friends took him in with such ease without even questioning him. Here in Duskwood everyone seems to act like they are happy for us but always questioning him which breaks my heart. I look at his screen, looking over what he has open for houses here.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"Which feels better. Like home is where the heart is so it's with you but here we always seem to have something bad happen" I say looking into his eyes.

"Because of my past, while there no one knows me and it's a fresh start plus your family took me in" he says.

"Exactly!" I say as I get really happy.

"I guess we know the location now to determine what we want in a place."

"Before that can I shower and we can go get coffee and breakfast" I ask all cute giving him those brown eyes and a smile.

"Of course we can't jump on just any place" he says.

"No it has to be perfect for us" I say, kissing him gently.

After a day of laying in bed looking at apartments we realize we need dinner. I pull out my phone and text everyone to meet at the Aurora for drinks and dinner and i go to get up. Ive been wearing one of Jake's shirt and get changed. I look in the mirror at my back and the marks are pretty much gone.

"Hey can you text Red thank you for the help" I say.

"I'll try but I haven’t heard from her since everything went down with Clyde" he says.

"Jake, can I ask you something?" I say as i grab a backless shirt and high waisted jeans.

"Anything," he says, looking at me.

"Before I entered your life did you and her have a thing?" I ask.

"I mean we messed around but that's all we were stuck together helping Nate all the time but when I realized my feelings for you I stopped. Where does this come from?" He asks.

"I saw how she looked at you when she came in. I’m surpised she helped me,'' I say as I go into the bathroom and get dressed and do my makeup.

Jake opens the door to face me as I’m starting to do my makeup and he's just staring at me.

"What?" I ask as I see him just grab a clean shirt and jeans and change staring at me.

"Does your dad know about that shirt?" He says with a devilish grin.

"Definitely not! He would have a heart attack" I say with a small laugh. "We should get going" I say as I walk past him.

"I think you need a jacket especially since we're going to the Aurora" he says.

I roll my eyes "you just dont want Phil to see me like this?"

"Correct" he says grabbing me a jacket from my suitcase "glad I threw that in there."

I sigh at him and throw it on. At least it's my favorite white leather jacket, still to this day I have no idea how I’ve had it for years and it still looks brand new with no stains.

We pull up to Aurora and everyone is outside waiting. Seeing them makes me sad about our choice to leave but I know it's for the better for Jake and I. We walk up to them and Dan pulls me in for a hug and I dont flinch.

"You're doing much better," he says.

"Thanks it's healing and the meds are working" I say.

We all head in and grab a booth big enough for us it has seem to become our spot when we all get together.

"Guys, Jake and I have some news" I say as I feel him squeeze my thighs.

"What is it?" Asks Jessy.

"Are you guys getting married?" Asks Lilly.

"Jake and I are moving back to my home. For us it's better and he has a fresh start" I say.

"Well you always have friends in Duskwood" says Hannah.

"We have family not friends" I say looking at Jake.

"Hannah and Lilly" says Jake.

"Yeah brother" they both say.

"You always have a roof over your head if you ever come to visit. Well once we find a place" he says.

"I can't believe I'm losing my best friend" says Jessy.

I reach over to her across the table from me "you're not losing your best friend. You're gaining a second home as well" I say.

"You mean it?" She says, looking at me.

"Yes! You're my best friend" I say.

Our food and another round of drinks come to us and we enjoy the night with food, drinks, and having fun. I look over at Jake as I'm dancing and getting hot. I head up to him at the booth and I kiss him deep as I put my jacket on the seat. He grabs my hand and follows me out on the floor. I feel his hands against my back but his eyes dart away from me giving someone the death glare.

I say into his ear "remember I choose you, no one else."

He pulls me close and kisses me deep and grabs my ass and I know who he's making a point too but i dont care.

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It's about two in the morning,Phil is getting ready to close the bar and Jessy and I are up there talking to him. I feel Jake's hands wrap around me as I smell his cologne. I dont stop the conversation but I feel his fingers over mine and he slides the promise ring off my hand.

"So you are really leaving Duskwood huh?" Says Phil as Jessy walks away.

"Yeah it's best for Jake and I" I say as I realize I don't feel him anymore.

"Well you know you always have a bar to visit and work at. Even though Ihave a feeling you won't be back for a while" Phil says.

"Who knows, this group has definitely become another family to me but things just never go right here or in the area surounding us" I say while taking a drink.

"I warned you its only as strange as you make it" he says, starting to clean up.

"You say that but there is a difference between strange and just not the right place for someone" I say as I finish my drink.

"MC your ring is missing!" Jessy yells as she comes up on the other side of me.

"Jake took it" I say, unsure what's going on.

"No he said he doesnt have it. I asked him when I noticed before'' she says.

I turn around and Jake is on his knee in front of me holding the ring.

"MC, you make me the happiest man in this world. You make me want to be the best man I can be. I look at you and all I can think about is our future and I can't imagine my life without you. You have shown me trust and love even when my past caught up to us here. Will you spend your rest of life with me and do me the honors to be your future husband?" He asks holding the ring.

I'm in total shock and I start crying. I look at him still on his knee "YES!" I yell through the whole bar. He puts the ring he took off on my left hand and stands up wrapping his arms around me and picking me.Next thing I know Hannah and Lilly run up and hug us both.

"Welcome to the family" says Hannah.

"It's about time," says Lilly with a smile.

I hear everyone around yelling yay and congrats. I turn to grab my drink and realize it's empty. I see Phil and he seems kind of upset. I go to leave but Jake pulls me close for a kiss and I forget all about it.

Jessy comes up and hugs us both "I’m with Lilly it's about time, Jake. We've all known this was coming since we saw you two together that very first time."

"I was waiting for the right moment and after everything lately I knew it has to be now" he says looking into my eyes.

"Oh my god! I have to tell my family!" I excitedly yell.

"Let's surprise them by flying back to tell them and tell them about us buying a place there" he says. I just smile at him and he melts my heart even more.

"Okay I'm kicking you all out. Bar is closed" yells Phil.

We grab our stuff and Jake and I head back to the motel. We put on the TV and cuddle. I keep looking at my left hand and smiling. I pull out my phone, take a picture of it and one of us in the moment and he kisses my cheek.

"How are you still have so much energy?" He asks as it's almost 4am now.

"You put me on cloud nine with proposing and everything you said. You're totally right though I can't imagine my life without you either. I think that's why the other day I lost it on Jessy because the thought of you not making it out scared me bad" I say as I start looking up apartments for us.I’m scrolling and I found one that is perfect. A 4 bedroom has all the things we decided today we want but I look at the price and it's high and I sigh.

"What is it?" Jake asks.

"I found a place that meets everything we wanted but it's a bit high" I say looking through the photos.

He grabs my phone and looks through it all. "Well I mean it's about 25000 more than we said earlier," he says.

"I know thats why my heart breaks cause it checks everything."

"Let's look at money tomorrow between both of us." He says and gives me back my phone

I realize we still havent talked about that and I pull up my bank account and see that my savings account is still there. I had forgotten about it and was just putting money in there without paying attention. "Um well Iwas planning to use this to help buy things we need for it but" I say showing my saving which is 30k in it.

"How in the world?"

"As a bartender I'm really good. I made enough off tips to live off of while at my parents. So my paychecks were just going into a savings account" I say blushing.

"Well shit that covers that apartment in full. I can sell my car and get a good amount too for that but I'll need to buy a new one." He says.

"We can do that easily…. One of the guys I know from working the bar is a car salesman so might even a good deal" I say as I yawn.

"There's my sleeply girl" he says with a smile.

"Yeah, I think it's time I get some sleep. Maybe we should book a flight tomorrow ``I say as I curl up against him, finding the cozy spot.

"I'll do that now" he say.

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Nct / wayv reaction when you suddenly kiss them when you're drunk 🙏

Taeil: You were both drunk but acted like the alcohol didn't affect you. Sitting next to Taeil, you arm hair brushing against his, you felt blissful. "Do you want to play a game?" he asked, his glossy eyes on yours. Hanging out with him on Friday nights, just drinking wine and sitting at his kitchen table, was fun without the random card games. You just liked being in his presence, feeling the full effect of your feelings for him. Feeling fantastic, you took his hand in yours and brought it to your lips. You kissed his soft skin and said," No, we could just talk." The realization of what you had done slowly sunk in but, like everything else, Taeil pretended it didn't happened.

Johnny: "You're drunk." he said, grinning. You were seconds away from stamping your foot on the floor and claiming that you had hardly had much to drink, when your equilibrium was thrown off, and you swayed in place. "See," he said, pointing. "You should get some rest." Johnny was openly smirking and teasing you, which lit a fire underneath you that not even his handsome face could put out. You went into the corner beside the cabinets, brought out a tiny step stool and placed it in front of him. From there, you climbed onto it, your eyes level with his, and you kissed his lips. " Oh, I might be a little drunk, too." Johnny breathed, his sweet breath blowing back into your face.

Taeyong: He was bundled up head-to-toe, a beanie on his head, and a scarf wrapped around his neck several times. Everything on him was cold, except for his hand, which was nesting firmly in yours. You walked on, the twinkling lights of the city lulling you both into a sense of comfort. Being with Taeyong, especially like this, made long, cold nights more bearable. "Are you still tipsy?" he asked, stopping. In your mind, you saw the wine you had both shared at dinner, could picture it sitting in the bottom of your empty stomach. You nodded, facing him with an affectionate smile on your face. The warmth of the alcohol spread across his cheeks, or, maybe, it was from the biting wind. "You have something on your face." you said. Instinctively, Taeyong's hands reached up to touch his face, but your lips beat him to it. When you pulled away, shy Taeyong was staring back at you. "You're so cute." he said.

Yuta: In the quiet of his room, the thrum of the alcohol pumping through your veins was deafening. Yuta was watching you with a curious look, his eyes seeming to ask if you were brave enough. It was strange to know that you had his approval for the kiss before you had went through with it, and stranger still, that Yuta looked terrified. You went slow, kissing up along his bare arm, his warm skin flushing pink as you went. He was waiting patiently for you to find his lips, for you to snake your way up his smooth shoulder and kiss him like he'd never been kissed before. "I don't think I can wait anymore." he whispered. So, you closed the gap and found his lips earlier than you wanted, kissing him with so much passion that you could feel it in your toes. Though expected, Yuta gave a small shake, like there was an electric current running through his body.

Kun: "And press this key." Kun said. Even if you wanted to press it on your own, Kun's hand was on top of yours, and he was guiding you along. In his alcoholic forgetfulness, he seemed not to notice. You let him guide you, your fingertips touching the keys on his keyboard so lightly that you wondered if you were even touching them at all. Kun looked at your face, searching for the excitement he wished to find there. "Doesn't it sound beautiful?" he asked, adding, as if you didn't understand, "The music." You nodded, the expression on your face as clear as day: you were head over heels in love with him. You didn't remove your hand from underneath his, you just leaned in to kiss him, catching him by complete surprise. Before you could even breathe, Kun cupped your face and kept kissing you.

Doyoung: In your drunken mind, everything made sense. You loathed Doyoung, so the only thing left to do, was to kiss him. That will show him, you thought. You marched across the party, ignoring the warning signs from Taeyong in the corner, and you planted yourself firmly in front of Doyoung. He was nursing his own drink and looking at you with the contempt you felt. You couldn't remember what the old saying was, was it that revenge is best served cold? Hot? You had no idea. "What do you want?" Doyoung asked, trying his best to puff out his chest and appear confident. You started to speak but found out that you had nothing to say other than, "I want you." You kissed Doyoung then, your mouth sloppily gluing itself to his. Rather than push you away, Doyoung kissed you back, leading to a very steamy make-out in the middle of the room.

Ten: You came in from a night out with your friends, as drunk as can be, and one thing on your mind. As you tried kissing Ten, he moved away from you. "Not while you're drunk." he said. "Come on, let me tuck you into bed." You were tired, however, Ten had never looked sexier. You wanted to kiss him, to hold him and make love to him. Sensing that you were going to try and kiss him again, he jumped over the back of the couch. Your shoulders fell. "Don't you want to kiss me?" you asked. Ten stood his ground from a few feet away and said, "I always want to kiss you, but not when you can't consent." You put your hand on your hips, even your drunk mind understanding that it wasn't necessarily right. Still, you pouted. "But I wanted a kiss goodnight." From across the room, Ten kissed his fingers and sent the flying kiss in your direction, all the love on his face very sincere.

Jaehyun: Kissing him felt so good that you didn't want to stop. The taste of him was so warm and inviting, and every nerve in your body wanted to feel it everywhere. It was Jaehyun who broke the kiss, his conscious making it clear that he couldn't allow it to go further. You thought he would be angry that you went in for the kill, but he was smiling so brilliantly that you went in for another kiss. Jaehyun placed his finger against your lips before you could and said, "How about we get you home safely, so that you can sleep this off?" It was simple, but effective. Rather than going in for another kiss, you took the hand that Jaehyun held out to you, and let him lead you back where you lived, the taste of him still on your lips.

WinWin: You stared longingly at the empty bottles of wine on the table, and then at WinWin texting on his phone. "I should probably head off to sleep." you said, your body perking up when your roommate WinWin looked in your direction. He looked so pretty in the soft light, his features most likely enhanced by the alcohol you had shared. "Me too." he said, stretching so that his shirt raised a few centimeters to reveal his stomach. You both made a move to get up, laughing awkwardly as you did. Without really knowing what to say, you nodded at WinWin, leaned in, and planted a goodnight kiss right on his forehead. The horror at what had taken place hit you as soon as your lips left his skin. "Well, goodnight." you said, your eyes growing wider and wider. WinWin was smiling so big that it began to ease the panic. "Goodnight," he said. "Maybe when you're sober, you'll aim for the lips."

Jungwoo: You were both drunk, both clinging to each other, singing-well, shouting- a song that you heard earlier. Jungwoo was a lot taller than you, his big body swaying so much that you were convinced he was going to make you both topple to the ground. But he sturdily clung to your arms, his joyful face coming inches closer to your face. All you could see was his lips and how full they looked. So, you kissed him and watched him reel back in surprise, his full lips quivering. Without thinking about it for too long, Jungwoo leaned in to kiss you back, but ended up knocking his head into yours. Pain was all you felt when you collided, both from the pain of the collision and from the embarrassment. You stared at each other solemnly before bursting into a fit of giggles, the sound ringing in the night without care.

Lucas: "I can't find it!" Lucas shouted, though you were standing behind him. He was searching in the closet, using his height to search the top of the closet, his big hands knocking things over. When he turned back around and saw you standing there, he jumped and laughed and said, "I can't find it." You told him it was alright and pushed him into the closet, closing the door behind you. You turned off the light, robing you both in darkness. All you could hear was Lucas' breathing. You could smell his heavy cologne and how it intoxicated you more than the alcohol did. You placed your hand on his chest to steady yourself and find him in the dark, and then you kissed him. It was very brief, for Lucas had grabbed your shoulders and told you he couldn't kiss you when you weren't right in the mind.

Mark: The rest of the 127 members were being noisy, but it still felt like only you and Mark in the room. His eyes drifted to your mouth, hovering there for a few seconds before staring into your eyes. You spent too much time on Mark's birthday getting drunk and wishing he was brave enough to be the one to kiss you first. Realizing that you weren't going to get the other members to be quiet, and you certainly weren't going to get them to vacate the room, you tipped your body over the table, grabbed Mark's white t-shirt and pulled him until his lips met yours. The room grew quiet, only erupting into hollers when you let Mark go. As they made a fuss, you watched him grow shy from across the table, your eyes now making it known that you were staring directly at Mark's lips.

Xiaojun: He wasn't immune to first date jitters. He knew the first kiss was coming soon, and he would be expected to perform, which made the lump in his throat seem to swell more. You could say that you were equally nervous, but you liked Xiaojun a lot and very much wanted to kiss him. "I've been drinking. " he said. "I don't think it's going to be good." Him explaining himself made you feel giddy. "I've been drinking too, remember?" you said. You looked at each other for a beat too long, before you took a deep breath and just did it. Kissing Xiaojun, drunk or not, was every bit as amazing as you thought it would be. His lips were timid but receptive. He was gentle and eager, something you were thrilled by. When you parted, a first successful kiss under your belt, Xiaojun punched the air in excitement.

Hendery: When he was drinking, Hendery liked to talk. He would gear up for lengthy speeches, brushing his long hair from his face, the same face that was shaded with twinges of pink. You watched him wave his arms around, his words going in one ear and out of the other. You thought about how handsome he looked, the effect of alcohol, no doubt, getting to your brain too. "Don't you agree?" he asked, swinging his attention towards you. "They don't care about us, they never did. They-" Before he could finish his sentence, you kissed Hendery hastily. He kept trying to speak, but you kept on kissing him, each kiss becoming longer than the last. "I'm sorry," you said, keeping your eyes closed a moment longer. "You were saying. " Opening your eyes, you could see that Hendery was too stunned to speak anymore.

Renjun: "I want to ask you something." you said, cornering Renjun. He lowered a cup from his lips, the alcohol inside sloshing around. He thought it would have been better to just drink it and avoid the conversation he felt was coming. "Do you want to know if Mark likes you back?" Renjun asked. "He does like you. So, you're free to go after him, if you want." Confused, you looked at Renjun and asked, "Who is Mark? I don't know him, but I wanted to ask you if you would mind if I kissed you right now." Completely shocked, Renjun nearly dropped his cup on the ground. "I'm drunk right now." you continued. "But, Renjun, I've liked you for over half a year." Renjun blinked and could only nod. You stepped forward and kissed him, your fingers tucked under his chin. Pulling away, Renjun blinked again, before breaking out into a grin that made your heart dip into your stomach.

Jeno: Your shaking hands made it more difficult to take the photo, so Jeno took your phone from you. Placing his cheek against yours, he held the phone up high, his still thumb hovering over the button. Seeing you smile, he pressed the button and took a picture. "What do you think?" he asked, holding it up for you to see. "I think we look cute." You were both drunk out of your minds, but you were the unstable one. The picture looked fine, but you weren't staring at that. Jeno's lips were inches away, the only sign that he had consumed alcohol at all was in the way he couldn't stop smiling. Jeno was always a happy drunk, which made it that much easier to simply kiss him. You and Jeno made out, only really moving away from each other when Jeno raised your phone up high again and took a picture of you kissing each other.

Haechan: "I want you to be my first kiss, Donghyuck." you said, staring at Haechan. He was just as drunk as you were, but you could hardly tell, since he was so relaxed. You, on the other hand, were struggling to keep calm. You thought he would immediately shut you down, but Haechan looked amused by your request. He came and sat in front of you, licking his lips and smirking with pleasure when he saw how you had responded. You were moving around where you sat, not knowing where to put your hands. "Close your eyes when I kiss you, I'm shy." he said. You closed your eyes. He closed his eyes, too, but you opened your eyes up and found his lips, delighting in the slight surprise jolt Haechan made with contact. "That's naughty." he said, between kisses. "I like it."

Jaemin: He was clingy when he was drunk, which was fine by you. You liked seeing that side of Jaemin, the one who didn't care what people around him thought, the one that looked at you like you were the only person in the whole world who understood him. Jaemin nuzzled his nose against yours, your body jerking back slightly as his top lip grazed yours. "What are you doing?" he asked. "Don't you want to kiss me?" You wanted to tell him that, of course, you did. There was never a time in your life when you hadn't wanted to kiss Na Jaemin. Rather than shy away, you stepped forward in your drunken bravado and kissed him right on the mouth. Jaemin grunted in approval as your hands found their way underneath his shirt, your fingertips scratching down the ridges of his abs.

YangYang: "You don't like me very much, do you?" YangYang asked. It was less of a question and more of an observation. Yet, you couldn't help but answer it, anyway. "I do like you." you said. You took a sip from your cup, realizing that the liquid was disappearing faster than you meant it to. YangYang flipped his empty cup upside down and fixed you with a look that, for some reason, made your blood boil. "I do like you." you said again, your eyes narrowing slightly. YangYang held out his arms and looked around, as if addressing a crowd, that a coward was in their midst. "Prove it." he said. You were astounded, unsure of what action to take. When all thoughts failed, you got up and walked to the other side of the table, plunking down beside YangYang. You kissed him, as if the kiss itself would explain that you liked him more than he thought. YangYang clapped, as you pulled away. "Maybe one more time," he said. "I didn't feel like you meant it."

Shotaro: He clicked his bottle of beer against yours and took a long drink, his eyes appraising you over the bottle. You never loved the taste of alcohol, especially beer, but you liked the feeling that wrapped itself around your body like a warm hug. Also, drinking with Shotaro was one of the few pleasures you enjoyed in life. "It's good." Shotaro said, looking at the label. His lips were glistening with beer and, feeling unlike yourself, you leaned in a little closer to watch a bubble of spit pop on his bottom lip. "Yeah." you said, not remembering what you were agreeing to. "Ro, you're really handsome." Shotaro smiled and broke out into laughter, his face lighting up. Watching you lean in closer, as if in a trance, his jolly expression was replaced with lust. You kissed him and he allowed it, letting out a moan as you bit down on his lip.

Sungchan: You walked up to him, closing your eyes tight, your throat practically bursting with the words you'd held in for months. "I really like you, and I think about kissing you all of the time. I don't know if it's because you're tall, funny or you have the sweetest smile. Or maybe it's because you're a good person and you care about others, but I think about kissing you all the time. I know I've said that twice now, but it's the truth. And I've had a little bit to drink, but I am not drunk." When you finished speaking, you opened your eyes to see Sungchan's shocked face. "I like you, too. "he said, quietly. Feeling like you were on a roll and couldn't stop, you marched right up to him, got on your tiptoes and kissed him on the mouth. You could feel Sungchan's lips wanting to smile, so you parted and let him smile big enough to make you swoon.

Chenle: Like they were a moving target, you zeroed in on his lips. Your eyes followed the way his lips were moving, and how his pearly white teeth would bare themselves, and you couldn't help smiling back. Chenle was talking to you, but you didn't hear a single thing he had to say. You kept your eyes on his soft, pink lips and leaned in to kiss him, your lips puckered and ready. Chenle was more clever than you and had time to pull away before you did something you might regret. "Maybe tomorrow." he said. "After you've had a nice nap and thought about it some more." You felt disappointed by the lack of his lips on yours, but Chenle's perfect smile attacked you some more, making you lose all thoughts about the failed kiss.

Jisung: You kissed him and the world started to spin a little faster, your heartbeat zooming around in your chest. Jisung touched his wet lips with his fingertips, a look of disbelief flashing across his handsome face. He looked at you, his eyes searching your eyes for answers, but you were busy smiling off into the distance. He screwed his face up in innocent confusion, before letting his mouth relax into a small smile that reclaimed your attention. "You just kissed me." he said. Slowly, his smile began to falter when he realized that you were very intoxicated, not sober, and you might not have meant it. "We shouldn't." he said, waving you away with his hand. " Let's just talk. I'll sit up with you until you fall asleep."

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Psychopathia Sexualis - Chapter 1

Sequel to The Interpretation of Dreams

Pairing: Modern AU Professor Laszlo Kreizler x Fem!Reader

Summary: After experiencing a whirlwind enemies-turned-lovers romance with the imposing Professor Laszlo Kreizler, things have been wonderful for you. Your studies are coming along, work is enjoyable, and you are in a stable relationship with the man you believe to be the love of your life. Suddenly, everything threatens to come crashing down with the arrival of a face from the past. Will jealousy and desire consume you and destroy the love you finally found?

WC: 1116

Rated: M (will increase in later chapters)

Chapter Tags: domestic fluff, age difference, technically student/teacher relationship, mentions of daddy kinks & sugar daddies

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Time passed quickly since the day you and the doctor finally admitted your feelings for each other. After that you were practically inseparable. You resumed work as his TA, only occasionally getting distracted, but the term was over after a few short weeks anyway. You had agreed to keep everything rather low key, so as not to encourage the wrath of the university. There was no actual rule against graduate students coupling with professors. Nevertheless, the practice was often frowned upon, and you didn’t want Laszlo to get in trouble. If anyone asked, you were just ‘friendly coworkers that sometimes ate meals together after work’. Most didn't pay attention to you anyway since you weren't friends with any underclassmen. Despite the fifteen year age difference you were both on the same page with the seriousness of the relationship. You knew how you felt about each other.

Sara and John found out right away. Because they had expected it to happen anyway there was no reason to hide it from them. The two were beyond happy for you. Whether Laszlo had noticed John slip a twenty dollar bill into Sara’s hand after the admission you’ll never know; at your raised brow John just shrugged and said that it was "about damn time". Bitsy was equally as delighted for you. She wouldn’t admit it, but she was also glad you would be out of the house more often so that she could spend time with her own boyfriend, Lucius.

Now, you are laying on your Laszlo’s bed scrolling through social media. The wintery weather outside his bedroom window gives you a chill despite the warmth of the fireplace he has burning. You were still not over just how nice his place was. It was in a rather upscale part of town and was roughly three times the size of your place. The townhouse style was similar in fashion to his office at the university - full of dark ornate wood and books and even a chandelier in the foyer. When you had asked how he afforded something like this in the heart of the city, he had just said a wealthy great uncle or other had left it in the family. With Laszlo being the only surviving member he inherited it.

Your love was getting himself ready in the bathroom. He had a department meeting to attend on campus in an hour. Tomorrow the new spring term would begin, and you were to resume your post as his TA. An errant thought crosses your mind as you admire the expensive looking painting hung on his wall.

“Laz?”

“Yes, Bärchen?” his response echoes in the large bathroom. You smile at the nickname, little bear. He’d given it to you because he said your presence was like that of a bear, ready to fight to protect herself and those she cared about.

“Are you my sugar daddy?” You can see his reflection in the mirror. He looks scandalized by the implications of your question.

“What would prompt you to ask that?” A blush forms on the apples of his cheeks.

“I mean think about it, I spend time with you - an older, exceedingly handsome, wealthy man - and in return I get orgasms and nice things.” Truth is, you are joking entirely, you know the relationship is conventional. You just like to watch him squirm with teasing like this.

He walks into the bedroom and picks his sweater off the bed next to you. “You're teasing me," he accuses with a grin. "I hardly think it can be considered as that sort of arrangement when you get paid because you are employed to work for me. It is merely happenstance that the other characteristics should parallel themselves to that of a…” he searches for the words, “financial benefactor.” You laugh at his unwillingness to say ‘sugar daddy’. “As for the orgasms…” he smirks and drops a kiss to your head.

He finishes dressing as you bury yourself under the duvet. “What are your plans while I’m detained?”

“I don’t know, figured I would just take it easy today. I need to be well rested for my first day at work tomorrow - I hear some pretty ruthless things about this German doctor I’m going to be working with.” You get off the bed and wrap your arms around Laszlo’s waist. “But I don't know, I think I’ll like the guy.” He leans in to give you a chaste kiss.

Checking his watch he sees that he needs to leave lest he be late for the meeting. “You’re welcome to stay here while I’m gone. It shouldn’t be more than an hour or two at most. Perhaps we will go to Delmonicos for dinner to celebrate the beginning of a new term.”

“Sounds great, daddy,” you wink. Normally you didn’t tease him this much, but you were in a playful mood.

He rolls his eyes. “Remind me why it is that I tolerate you?”

“‘Cause you love me,” you retort with a broad smile.

He brings your hand up, kissing the back of it as he turns to leave. Softly he whispers “Indeed I do.”

Laszlo fiddles with the pen in his hand. The upcoming semester was no different than previous ones. He had stopped taking ‘notes’ long ago as the head of the department continued to drone on. Laszlo would admit, the meeting had drawn on longer than anticipated and he had lost focus on the last few minutes. He would rather be at home in your company than here.

“Before we end the meeting I do have one last exciting announcement - many of you have been around long enough to remember, but we are pleased to be welcoming back Dr. Stratton as a visiting professor this semester!” the department head cheered. At the mention of a Dr. Stratton Laszlo perked up.

“Dr. Karen Stratton will be conducting outside research in the city, so I have asked that she grace us with her presence in teaching an elective on her speciality: sexual deviancy. Unfortunately, she is on a flight to the states as we speak, otherwise I know she would be here to greet you all herself.”

Karen was coming to New York?

The thought excited him, as he hadn’t seen her since he moved to the States four years ago. He and Karen had followed each other's work for years before meeting at a symposium in Vienna almost six years prior. The two remained close until he accepted the current position and fell out of touch.

Meeting over, Laszlo sent you a text to be ready for Delmonico’s when he got home. He had much to look forward to this term.

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 19

Request: Yes or No

In the last few chaps two years have passed, in this one three have passed so the five year gap is overrrr. Endgame is three goddamn hours longgg. I'm sorry this one feels short. I just hate doing more than one or two timeskips

"I'll visit soon, Sarah. Tell the boys I said hi, alright?" You smiled softly, saying bye to Sarah before hanging up. You sighed softly, putting your phone down. You buried your face in your hands, sighing heavily. You heard your phone buzz, looking at the text on screen.

Starks Bitch Ass

You still coming for dinner?

You picked up the phone, going to answer Tony before you got another text. You furrowed your brows, clicking on it.

Nat

I need your help

(Y/N)

With?

Nat

You know

You frowned, gaze lifting to the picture of the Barton family, your family. You sighed again, eyes shutting briefly. The last time you had seen Clint had been three years ago.

Nat

And also with Stark

Nat

We're outside

You scoffed, standing up and walking to the front door. You watched the car stop, dust and dirt flying up behind it. You went down the steps, approaching the car. You saw Steve driving, Natasha in the passenger seat.

"How you been, (Y/N)?" Steve asked, unlocking the doors.

"Shitty." You got in the back, glancing at Scott.

"I thought you were dead."

"I thought you were like fifteen last time I saw you." Scott replied, looking you over. You cocked a brow, putting on a seatbelt.

"So.. What do you need me for?" You asked, brows furrowing.

"Convincing Tony of time travel." Natasha answered as Steve began to drive. You stared at her, confusion evident in her face. Scott noticed, clearing his throat.

"Okay, so-"

"If it has to do with science or math, I don't want to hear about it. I'll only get a headache." You waved him off, leaning back against the seat and shutting your eyes. You took a nap on the drive, waking up when the car came to a stop. You yawned, getting out of the car and walking towards the the lodge.

"Momo!" You called, smiling softly. Morgan's eyes lit up, wiggling in her dads grip. Tony set her down, watching her quickly run over to you. You chuckled, picking her up.

"Hey, Momo. Missed me?" You asked with a gentle smile. Tony turned and headed into the lodge.

"We didn't get to finish our story." Morgan said, pouting. You chuckled, watching Tony bring out a tray with drinks. The others stood at the porch, explaining their idea to Tony.

"And you came along because..?" Tony turned to look at you after you convinced Morgan to head inside while the adults talked. You took a seat, shrugging lightly.

"Had nothing better to do." You replied. You slightly spaced out as they spoke about science stuff, taking the drink Tony offered. You looked at the nature around the area, eyes squinting slightly.

"Are you gonna entertain this, (Y/N)?" Tony questioned, turning to look at you. You looked back at him.

"Wouldn't hurt to try, Tony." You said softly. Tony stayed silent, sighing through his nose. He turned his head when Morgan came running out of the lodge, climbing onto her dads lap.

"Mommy said to come save you." Morgan said. Tony held her, standing up as he looked at everyone. His gaze settled on you.

"Will you be joining us for dinner?" He asked, brows raising slightly. You licked your lips.

"Yeah, I suppose so." You nodded, standing up and smiling softly at Morgan. Tony nodded, walking inside. You looked at Natasha.

"Let me know when you find out where he is." You told her. Natasha understood, nodding. You followed Tony into the lodge.

"Tony-"

"You were brought along to convince me. I knew it." Tony set Morgan down, facing you with his hands on his hips. You gave a small nod.

"Yeah, I was. I wanted to see you as well. Nat wants to find Clint." You told him gently. Tonys' gaze softened, nodding. He had Morgan go to Pepper before sitting down on the couch.

"You ready?" He asked gently. You sat on the couch, grabbing a pillow a gently hugging it. You stayed silent, staring at the floor.

"I don't know. I.. I don't know if I'll punch him or scream at him when I see his face."

"I wouldn't blame you. I'll punch him next time I see him."

"Tony." You shot him a look, raising your brows. Tony shrugged, leaning back in the couch. You watched him, shifted and sitting criss cross.

"So, the.. Time heist-"

"Is the stupidest idea I've ever heard."

"Can you at least give it a try? Stop being a Negative Nancy, that's my job." You gently kicked his leg.

"If his theory even works.. Who's to say we can snap them back? What if we make things worse? Make that fifty percent into twenty percent?" Tony questioned. You could understand his concerns. He had a kid to worry about.

"I know, Tony.. Could you at least.. Think it over? Do some small tests?" You asked softly. Tony stayed silent, thinking it over. He took in a deep breath, rolling his eyes when he noticed your puppy eyes.

"Fine! Fine, I'll have F.R.I.D.A.Y run over some tests after dinner."

"Thank you."

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"You think you're up to this?" Natasha asked softly as the jet neared Tokyo. You nodded, watching the city lights come into view.

"Yeah, of course." You replied softly, slight nerves bubbling in your stomach. Natasha gently grabbed your hand, giving it a light squeeze. You gave her a small smile. Natasha landed the jet in an empty parking lot, getting out. Natasha took out an umbrella, wrapping an arm around you to keep you under it. You and Natasha followed the sound of gunshots, hearing them ease. You slowed down, watching Clint kill a man. You swallowed.

"You shouldn't be here." Clint said. Hearing his voice made your jaw clench.

"Neither should you." Natasha replied, watching him. Clint turned to face you and Natasha, features hard. His gaze softened when he saw you before he looked away.

"I have a job to do." Clint said, the water dripping down his face. You scoffed softly, stepping out from under the umbrella. You didn't mind the rain as you walked towards him. Clint looked at him, lips parting to speak but you didn't let him, slapping him as hard as you could. Clint stumbled back, fingers brushing over his reddening cheek.

"You had a job. You were supposed to be my dad! You left me to do what? Kill some guys?! I was drowning in my own fucking grief and where were you, Clint?! You missed out on 5 years of my life. Five years you'll never get back. How could you call yourself my dad and then abandon me when shit gets hard? I lost Laura too. I lost Lila, Nathaniel, and Cooper too. Then, I lost you and you left by choice." You stared at him, vision blurry. The tears mixed with the rain.

"Tony fucking Stark was there for me when you weren't. The selfish asshole himself.. Was a better father figure than you were." You breathed out, sniffling.

"(Y/N)-"

"These men dying won't change shit but what we're trying to do might. If not for me, do it for the kids. For a chance of seeing them again." You stared at him. The old feeling of safety you used to get from him had disappeared.

"There's a chance we can get them back. If we do... Things won't go back to normal. You easily abandoned me and I can't forgive that. I'll never forgive that. For three fucking years.. You never bothered getting in contact, never bothered checking in, never bothered being a father. You wouldn't have left if I was Cooper. You wouldn't have left if I was Lila. You proved it." You took in a deep breath.

"I was in pain-"

"And I wasn't?!" You snapped, chest heaving. You noticed you didn't feel the rain anymore, seeing that the rain drops had stopped mid air. You took in a deep breath like Tony had taught you, feeling the rain resume before it eventually eased and stopped completely.

"Are you gonna help the team?" You asked, studying his face. Clint gave a silent nod, gaze flickering back to Natasha. You turned around, opening your palm and feeling the water on your clothes and body move towards your hand. The water mixed together, making a large water bubble. You let it drop to the ground as you walked back towards the jet. You entered, getting in the pilots seat and buckling in. You were incredibly angry but you didn't want to accidentally cause a tsunami so you focused on your breathing. You set the course as Clint and Natasha quietly spoke. You stared at the night sky, watching the clouds pass by. You called Steve, watching the blue screen pop up with his face

"We got Clint, Cap. We're heading back now."

"Copy that." Steve replied, nodding before his gaze shifted onto the two behind you.

"How have you been, Clint?" Steve asked.

"Never better." Clint answered, sighing softly. You frowned, focusing on the clouds as the jet flew back to the facility. Steve and Clint caught up until Steve hung up, leaving the jet in silence.

"Did Bruce have any luck with Thor?" You asked, glancing back at Natasha. Natasha nodded, gently toying with her braid.

"Yeah, he mentioned it was a bit tough to see him. Thor wasn't himself." Natasha stood, approaching the front and placing a hand on the chair. You hummed softly. You felt your phone vibrate, taking it out and seeing Peppers contact. You answered the call.

"Yeah?"

"Morgan wants you to tell her a bed time story. She's sad you didn't have time the other day." Pepper explained in a slightly apologetic tone. You smiled, chuckling softly.

"Yeah, okay."

"(Y/N)?" You heard Morgan's soft voice, immediately feeling relaxed.

"Hey, Momo." You cooed, making sure the jet was on auto pilot before you leaned back in your seat.

"What story do you want today?"

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ericsangyeon · 3 years

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black lace and birthday cake - l.sy

“Look so good yeah, look so sweet. Baby you deserve a treat.”

pairing: sangyeon x female! reader

word count: 2.8k

genre: suggestive, fluff

theme: sangyeon’s birthday gang au

warnings: SMUT!!, profanity, alcohol

a/n: hey guys! i’m back with my long awaited sequel! this can be read as a stand alone but it does take place in the same universe as my other story addicted. again please be nice i’m still not used to writing smut. this was also edited but there could be mistakes! enjoy it! -t :D

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“Do you have anything for Sangyeons birthday? It's in two days.” Kevin asks me while we are in the Starbucks line.

“No not yet. Honestly, I was going to cook him dinner or something. He's been too busy anyways.” I answer him as we move up.

“Boring!! You have been dating for how long? You should surprise him with something he would love.” Kevin says. All of a sudden his eyes widened. “Oh my gosh I have an idea!” He yells a little too loudly.

“Kevin Moon, I swear to god... But let's hear it.” I roll my eyes at him.

“You should dr- Wait, let me order first and then I'll tell you.” Kevin snickers and walks up to the counter, with me in tow.

After getting our drinks, Kevin and I started to walk around the mall. We’re killing time before our afternoon classes, and Kevin wanted to buy a pair of shoes for himself.

“You never told me what I should do for Sang’s birthday.” I nagged Kevin.

He smirked. “You should go to his apartment the day of, send him a picture of yourself in the lingerie your about to buy and then give him the best sex of his and your life” Kevin says proudly.

My eyes widened and before I can protest, Kevin continues his idea.

“I know you guys have had a crazy sex life. Don’t try to argue, it's obvious with all the turtlenecks you wear. He has been busy with the gang, and this will forsure make him come to you. Quite literally.” Kevin explains to me before taking my hand.

“I guess? I mean, I've been really horny lately and the combination of my vibrator and sexting does nothing for me.” I say to Kevin. He laughs and drags me into Victoria’s Secret.

“Ahh, this is exciting! You're gonna pick out some sexy lingerie! I swear, you’ll get Sangyeon coming in his pants before he even gets his hands on you.”

“Shut up,” I try to say but instead, I blush hard. We proceed to walk over to the lingerie section, as I eye the mannequins on display. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea after all.

November 4th. Sangyeons birthday.

The person looking back at me in my mirror was completely different. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets that rested on my face. I did my eyeshadow with a smokey dark colour, and left my lips bare, as it would all be removed anyways. On my body is a black lace push up bra that barely covers my breasts, with matching panties that highlight my ass. Attached to the underwear on both legs are garters that rest on my upper thighs. Pleased with how I look, I smiled at myself and prepare to leave.

I grab my overnight bag, as I probably will need it. I put on my silver heels and black long coat, and I leave my apartment. On the way to his penthouse, I stopped at the bakery to pick up the cake I had ordered for him earlier today.

Pulling into Sangyeon’s private garage, I park my car and spot Younghoon, the lead bodyguard of the penthouse. I get out of my car and walk over to him.

“Good afternoon Ms. Y/Ln. Sangyeon isnt home.” Younghoon greets me.

“I know, thank you. I want to surprise him for his birthday!” I reply back, smiling.

“Oh okay! Well I’ll leave you to it. I’ll even stay on the garage floor for you.” He says with a hint of teasing.

I roll my eyes and laugh. “I’ll call you if anything goes wrong. Thanks Hoon, you're the best!” I flash him my best smile as he opens the elevator door for me and laughs.

When I get up to Sangyeons penthouse, I am greeted with no staff at all.

“I guess he sent his staff home today thinking he would crash at the mob house.” I think to myself. Due to the high volume of work, Sangyeon has been staying at the TBZ house lately, which is why I never get to see him.

I reach his bedroom, and remove my long coat to hide in his closet. I prop my phone up on his night table, set up the camera to a timer, and proceed to take a risky picture of myself.

“I really hope this works.” I think to myself posing as the timer goes off. I grabbed my phone and my jaw dropped.

It was a picture of myself dressed in the black lingerie, kneeling on his bed. There in perfect HD, are my hard nipples poking through the bra, and my legs spread on my knees to reveal my pussy covered in black lace fabric connected to garders on my thighs.

It was great. I pulled up Sangyeons contact and sent him the picture.

“And now we wait.” I say out loud as I lean back into his bed.

Forty painful minutes later, my phone vibrates next me as I lay on his bed. I roll over to check that it is a message back from Sangyeon, which I open in anticipation.

I'm coming back early, you better be on the bed when I get home. The text read. My eyes widen, and a flash of desire and giddiness shoots through my body, almost leaving me breathless with arousal. I could feel my clit starting to ache with this wave of emotion.

Before I can even remove my panties to relieve the pressure on my clit, I hear the front door to the penthouse open. I jump and rearrange myself so that I'm sitting with my legs dangling from the huge bed. I hear him drop something, and his shuffling getting closer and closer to me. I'm about to call out Sangyeon’s name when the bedroom door swings open.

There Sangyeon stands, suit jacket off and the top buttons of his shirt undone. His eyes are on fire, travelling down my body like he's about to devour me. I stare back at him frozen, as I let myself be torn apart by Sangyeon’s gaze. Finally, his eyes meet mine, and his lips curve into a smirk.

“You're a bad girl.” He whispers.

“What did I do?” I play innocent.

“You know, how you sent me that picture while I was in a meeting just to get me riled up. Do you know the effect you have on me? I could have embarrassed myself in front of the powerful European gang.” Sangyeon growls. He starts to walk towards me slowly, every step he took making me more aroused.

Sangyeon grabs my face roughly and crashes his lips on mine. The brown haired man pushes me down onto the bed and hovers over me. He kisses me roughly, entering his tongue into my mouth when I part my lips. My hands reach up to his shirt, undoing the buttons fast to reveal his beautiful upper body. I press my hands on his abs, making him gasp into my mouth. I didn't even realize Sangyeon had taken my bra off, until his lips left mine made their way down to my bare breasts.

“Your tits are beautiful.” Sangyeon coos, bringing his mouth down. He catches my left nipple into his mouth and sucks on it softly while using his hand to fondle with my right breast. I let out a loud sigh, as he switches to the right. But when Sangyeon starts to leave open mouth kisses down my stomach, I use this chance to flip him over, making me on top.

“Y/N, baby, I'm always on top. What are you doing?” Sangyeon asks me.

“It's your birthday, let me spoil you for once.” I reply mischievously.

“Baby its okay, I dont m- fuck!” He growls as I leave an open mouth kiss above his belt.

I smirk at him as I undo his belt, and remove his pants and boxers. Sangyeons huge cock springs out, hard and angry. I pump it twice before sinking my mouth down fast.

Sangyeon hisses a string of curses and reaches to grab my hair out of my face.

“Fuck baby slow down. I still want to fuck you later.” He snarls as I moan onto his cock.

Sangyeon takes my hair and motions my head up and down on his cock. I gag when it reaches the back of my throat, tears starting to form in my eyes.

“That’s it, princess. You take my cock so well. You're doing so well, baby.” He murmurs under his breath, loud enough for me to hear.

Sangyeon grunts loud as I feel his hot cum hit my mouth. I swallow as much as I can, and pull off to meet his eyes.

“God, those eyes. They kill me.” Sangyeon whispers as he reaches over to my face and wipes off some of his cum that got on my lips. I smiled at him, but it was not returned.

“Now I'm in control, baby. Your fun is over.” Sangyeon says quickly before kissing me. He pulls off my lips slowly, lingering there.

“I want you to take your panties off and sit on my face. Let me taste that beautiful cunt of yours.” He says against my lips. I nod my head, feeling my giddiness come back.

Sangyeon repositions himself so that he's lying against his pillows. I stand up and slowly unbuckle the garter that was holding my panties up. I turn around and remove my lace underwear slowly, my ass in Sangyeon’s face.

Before I could even think, I felt his hands on my hips. Sangyeon lifts me up and places me on his face, mouth touching my pussy. Sangyeon presses an open mouth kiss onto my clit, and starts to lick and suck it fast.

“Ah Sangyeon yes!” I moan loud as my hands grip the headboard.

I begin to ride his face, grinding on his lips. Sangyeon slaps my ass hard, gripping my waist and I think I am seeing stars.

“Right there, yes! Fuck I’m gonna cum.” I tilt my head back and moan, speeding up the pace. He proceeds to stretch my pussy out with his fingers, and adds two inside without any warning.

This is too much for me to handle. I scream as I feel myself cum all over Sangyeon’s mouth and two fingers. He removes his fingers and kisses my clit softly. I roll off of him, and try to catch my breath.

“You taste so good always Y/N.” Sangyeon praises and runs his hand through my hair

All of a sudden. Sangyeon picks me up and walks over to the huge glass window that overlooks the city. I felt the cold glass hit my bare back, which caused me to hiss at the contact.

As I tried to turn myself around to admire the view, my back is full on slammed against the glass window. Sangyeon holds my waist and enters my pussy slowly, letting me adjust to his huge size.

“You're so goddamn tight.” I hear him whisper. I wrap my legs around his torso, making it easier for us to both adjust.

I let out a moan to let him know he bottomed out. Sangyeon removes his cock from my pussy and slams back into me fast. I scream as I feel his fingers dig into my hip bones.

His thrusts become so fast quickly and I'm helpless against him. I wrap my arms around his neck and capture his lips in a messy kiss, moaning against his mouth.

“You like that princess? Everyone seeing me fuck your tight pussy against the window? Sangyeon grunts into my ear,

I moan back, too overwhelmed to answer. He slaps my ass and presses me harder into the glass.

“Answer me, brat.” Sangyeon hisses.

“Yes Sangyeon, oh my god!” I answer him with the only words I can think of.

I can tell his orgasm is close as he pulls me to him as close as possible and thrusts into me deeply.

“FUCK!” Sangyeon yells as I feel his cum enter my pussy. He still is fucking me hard, as I feel the familar knot in my stomach.

“Sangyeon!” I scream and grip his neck as I cum.

We both fall onto the bedroom floor. Sangyeon pulls out of me and cradels my shaking body into a hug. Out of breath and overwhelmed, I feel myself start to cry.

“No baby why are you crying? You did so well. So beautiful for me, always.” Sangyeon cooes into my ear while I sob into his chest.

I look up at him. “I didn't mean to cry, that was just so amazing.” I reply softly, making him chuckle.

“Cmon, I’ll run a bath for us.” Sangyeon says as he picks me up bridal style.

We leave his bedroom and walk to the guest bathroom. A huge jacuzzi style bath rests against a glass window. Sangyeon places me gently in the tub and turns the water on. He grabs the soap and shampoo from the cupboard, placing it next to the tub. He gets in as well, and moves me so my back is against his chest. I feel him start to lather shampoo into my hair as I start to doze off.

“I hope you liked your birthday gift. I missed you a lot and wanted to do something out of the box for you.” I say tiredly to Sangyeon as he pours water over my hair.

“You're my gift everyday. I know sometimes my job gets in the way.” Sangyeon sighed. “I wish it was different, trust me. I hope you know I love you so much.” He places a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I love you too Sangyeon.” I reply to him grinning.

Sangyeon helps me stand up so he can wash my body. As I stand up, I start to grimace from the dull aches on my waist and thighs. Sangyeon notices that and frowns as he puts soap on his hands.

“I hope I didn't hurt you that much.” He says while running his hands softly over the bruise forming on my right hip.

“Don’t worry. I like the pain.” I smirk as Sangyeon rolls his eyes and laughs, making me laugh as well.

After another 10 minutes of Sangyeon and I washing each other, we both get out of the bath and change into matching white robes.

“Go wait on the balcony.” I tell Sangyeon and kiss his cheek.

When I hear him close the balcony door, I go to his kitchen to grab the small cake I got for him, as well as wine and wine glasses. I place the cake and glasses on a tray and pour the wine. I grab the candles and matches I stashed in a cupboard and light them on the cake.

When I reach the balcony, Sangyeon opens the door for me, and his face goes shocked.

“Y/N you didn't have to do that for me.” He says.

I place the tray down on the balcony table.

“Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday dear Sangyeon. Happy birthday to you.” I sang to him grinning.

He pulls me in for a back hug as he blows out his candles. I notice the sun is setting, so I remove myself from his grasp and turn around to watch.

Sangyeon appears next to me and takes my hand.

“What did you wish for?” I ask him looking straight ahead.

“Nothing. I already have everything I need here right now.” Sangyeon turns to me and brings my hand to his lips, kissing it softly. I roll my eyes and stare back at him.

“You're such a cliche.”

“You love it.”

I kiss him with so much passion. Sangyeon grabs my waist softly and kisses back the same, as I wrap my arms around his neck. We part slowly, pecking each other a few times

That night, Sangyeon and I spoon feed each other cake until we are both full. I end up falling asleep on the balcony chair. Sangyeon brings me to his bedroom, and tucks me in.

“I had a great day with you. Goodnight Y/N sweet dreams.” Sangyeon mumbles as he presses a kiss to my temple. He climbs into bed as well and wraps me in his arms.

I dream of cake, black lace, and my dream man, Lee Sangyeon.

i hope you enjoyed! sorry if it was rushed i wanted to get it out asap hehe

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thiccchurro · 3 years

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Scared Of The Dark

a/n: yep. it is 2 am. In case you were wondering.

Warnings: angst, if you squint and cross your eyes.

pairings: Shouto Todoroki x gn! reader

Synopsis: Lol you scared of the dark? Loser. Same though.

Shouto comes home late most nights.

He routinely steps through the door, takes off his coat, and heads over to the microwave. He grabs the dinner you have left on 'keep warm. Wolfing it down as he drags himself to the bathroom. He slides out of his hero suit, washing his face and brushing his teeth as he goes.

He's tired and awkward. He doesn't have the energy to not multi-task.

He then slips into your bedroom and turns off the closet light, Wich is always left on with the door cracked. Once he's done that, he squeezes into bed beside you.

He never thinks much about it.

On nights when the closet door isn't cracked, you usually fall asleep together on the couch with the TV on, or you're too exhausted to care.

But tonight is different.

When Shouto steps through the door, after dealing with a particularly annoying villain who caused a city-wide power outage, dinner isn't anywhere to be found.

He decides to just go ahead and change out of his costume.

Shouto drags himself into the bathroom, fumbling with his back pocket to grab his phone and switch on the flashlight.

He cleans his face and brushes his teeth, changing into a pair of sweats and some socks. Then he trudges into your shared bedroom, ready to pass out. And he gets into bed.

After a few minutes, he's feeling chilly and thinks you might be too. He reaches for your body so he can warm the both of you up. But you aren't there.

"Huh?"

He rolls out of bed, searching the sheets for you, and lands on the floor with a soft "huff."

"Y/n??" he calls into the darkness.

He pulls himself to his feet when there isn't a response.

"Y/n???"

He chants your name as he pads across the house, looking for you. Obviously, he checks the living room and the kitchen. He looks through the blankets in the laundry bin and under the couch. He knows you aren't there, but he's sleepy and isn't thinking straight.

"Y/n, com'ere baby tsk, tsk, tsk.

He even tries calling you like a cat.

He finally gives up and slinks back to the bed, opting to try texting you.

He's already grabbed his phone and started typing when he hears and noise from the closet.

"Y/n?"

He steps over to the closet, cracking the door and peering in.

You're sitting cross-legged with a flashlight in hand. You've got a blanket wrapped around you and five other flashlights sitting on the floor in front of you. And you look more panicked than he's ever seen you in his life.

He watches as your flashlight starts to flicker, and you rush to grab another one, tossing the original to the side.

"Watcha doing love?"

You nearly jump out of your skin when he says that.

"O-oh! Sho! Haha, how was work??"

He sighs and moves to sit next to you, wrapping himself in a blanket of his own and using his hand as a flashlight.

"It was good... I guess. How was your day?"

"It was good..."

There's a moment of silence.

" Look, why are you in here?"

You pull the blanket further around you and screw your eyes shut.

"Well.. my phone.. died."

"What does that even mean?"

"It was dark."

Shouto leans back against the wall of the closet and thinks for a second.

He smirks.

"You aren't scared of the dark, are you?"

You turn to the side, hoping to hide the blush thrown across your features. This man fights terrifying villains every single day, and you are scared of the dark? You feel pretty pathetic.

'Well, I mean... maybe, just a little bit though..."

Shouto lets out a little chuckle.

"So that's why the closet doors cracked every night I get home. That's kinda cute."

"Wha-?"

"Why didn't you just sleep with the flashlights?"

"I... Well, I was scared they would turn off. These don't last long."

"But I always turn the light off."

"But then your there with me, so it's not as scary."

Shouto turns towards you, reaching for your chin and pulling your face to his. He pulls you right up until your noses touch and looks deep into your eyes.

"Wow." He states.

You look at him a second more before you both burst into laughter. It's like 2:00 am, and you're both sleep-deprived. You really should go to bed.

Your giggling on the floor, and he's hunched against the wall letting out a hoarse chuckle. You both sit there laughing for about two minutes.

"So, can we go to bed now?"

"Yeah."

He grabs you, carrying you bridal style to the bed. He nearly falls more than once, and you're not gonna lie. You saw your life flash before your eyes SEVERAL times in those thirty seconds.

He half sets you down, half drops you on the bed and crawls underneath the covers with you.

"C'mere."

He pulls you into his arms and places a feather-light kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight."

"I love you."

"I love you more <3"

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#I dont get payed enough to tag shit #Todoroki #Todoroki shouto #Todoroki shoto #shoto x reader #shouto x reader #SHouto fluff #Shoto fluff #Todoroki fluff #mha fluff #mha x reader #Todoroki x reader #fluff #anime fluff #reader insert #gender nuetral reader #Its spelled shouto not shoto #idiots

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ripperdaddy · 3 years

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the viktor vector romance path + ending we deserve

Disclaimer: This is definitely something I came up with in my head. There will be a few instances that are solely made up so it can tie in with the “story.” This is purely fictional; something I wished happened if there was a possible Vik romance 🥰 This is based on my general knowledge of the game & Vik’s life. All gifs + images are from my own personal play through, but wouldn’t be possible without the help of the Appearance Menu Mod, found on Nexus Mods by the creators, MaximiliumM and CtrlAltDaz. And the shirtless Vik mod by the lovely samsnak ♡

It would start after completing the Paid In Full quest where you pay Vik back the eddies you owe him.

I feel like realistically, the general player would have to be at least halfway through the story to have collected enough eddies. I would say that a good point in the story where we can begin the romance is that you’ve already established a connection to Alt and have dealt with the VDB’s.

I think it would be a short side quest like River’s. Vik already plays a big part in the story overall on his own, so I don’t think it’s necessary to make his “side quest” too long. His romance would just be an addition to the ending.

And as much as I would love for him to be a bisexual option for both male/female V, if we’re sticking with the game’s standard with limiting partners to only one kind of partner, he would only be romance-able by a female V with a feminine voice.

V: Finally scrounged up enough eddies to pay you back in full.

Vik: Hold on to ‘em just in case - you need ‘em more than me.

V: I’m not taking them all the way to my grave, Vik. Here. And.. thanks again for doing so much work on me ‘thout ever seein’ an enny.

Vik: That’s what friends are for.

Then, there is an additional option for dialogue to trigger the romance path.

V: Friends? I think you’ve been in and out of my body more than anyone else I’ve hooked up with in Night City.

He laughs, with a coy smile. “Well, can’t argue with you there. Why don’t we take some of these eddies and grab a drink. You know, to celebrate. Catch up on old times. Haven’t seen you round here much lately, kid.”

You agree to meet at the El Coyote Cojo tomorrow evening.

You meet around 9 PM and you are welcomed by the sight of Pepe and Vik at the bar.

V: Nice choice of venue.

Vik: Thought you’d like it. Haven't been here since.. well, you know.

V: I miss him, Vik.

Vik: I know, V. Me too.

You immediately take a seat and tinker with a few dialogue options, where you can either have a sweet moment talking about Jackie or some surface questions to ask, like how he’s doing, what kind of drink he likes, etc. But it all winds down to Jackie anyway, where Vik confides in you about his past. Judging by how Vik was so affected by Jackie’s death, and V’s (if you chose the suicide ending), you can tell that he has lost a lot in his life, and keeps his circle very small.

You then achieve an even closer, more personal relationship with him. But, ultimately nothing happens other than the usual, wait 24 hours in game for a text/phone call from Vik to head into the next stage. At least now, you have established the foundation for a future romance.

Halfway through the 24 hour period, you get a text from Vik thanking you for the lovely evening. No reply needed, as he calls you once the 24 hour mark hits and invites you out for another date.

You meet at Tom’s Diner for coffee in the afternoon. It starts off with him apologizing for being emotional the previous night and asks if you’re open to hanging out again and going down to Pacifica to watch a fight with him.

Vik: Hey, V. I just wanted to apologize about last night. I didn’t mean to be such a downer.

V: It’s okay, Vik. We share the same grief.

Vik: I was going to head down to Pacifica and catch a real good match later on today. I was wondering if you’d like to come along, think it’d be great for the both of us, you know, as a distraction.

pssst even Johnny’s rooting for y’all ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Johnny: Hmm, interesting.

V: What?

Johnny: Never thought you'd be going out with this guy.

V: Vik's amazing. And I mean--we basically owe it to him since he practically saved our life.

Johnny: Don't tell me you're going out with him out of pity.

V: I'm not.

Johnny: I know, I can feel you get all mushy-gushy. It's almost repulsive. Just wanted to hear you admit it.

V: Eat a dick, Johnny.

You arrive before the GIM and blend into the crowd.

V: Nothin’ like watching guys beat the shit out of each other to get your blood pumpin’, huh?

Vik: This is a real good matchup, V. This kid’s fresh, young talent.

V: You miss it, don’t you?

Before the fight begins, Vik shares a story about his time in the ring and coming in second in the Watson Boxing Grand Prix.

There’s some extra fun options in the dialogue, you can bet some eddies on who’s gonna win, or side with him. The fight ends, and you two head outside.

Since you’re already out in Pacifica, you head over to the boardwalk (where you would ride the roller coaster with Johnny) and he starts telling you about the last days of his boxing career and how he transitioned from the sport to being a ripperdoc.

You both share a sweet moment with each other, reminiscing about old times and talking about V’s future with the relic. This is where I would see Vik confessing how he feels about you, mentioning how grateful he is for Jackie introducing you to him.

The evening ends and Vik asks you to give him some time to try and dig up some footage from his storage and have you come over to watch. You can kiss him then wait another 24 in game hours before the last quest. Halfway through, he texts you and asks you what you’d like for dinner. You can opt for pizza or chinese.

I haven’t seen or read anything about how or where Vik lives. If I overlooked something, please let me know! But for the sake of the story, let’s say he does actually have his own place that’s now introduced in the game. Personally, I think he has a typical bachelor pad, like a really nice apartment. Not too far from his clinic either. He looks like he would just walk to work. Vik definitely has a lot of money, but he’s so humble I doubt he would choose to live lavishly. As mentioned in the beginning, he typically just “sleeps nights” ever since he was over “being a legend” so I’m guessing his lifestyle is very routine. He goes to work, goes home, sleep. Seems unlikely he has a place like the Peralez’s. It would probably be just the same as V’s but decorated to his taste.

The evening comes and you are over at his place. He’s dressed in just a white undershirt, no exo-glove. You get to know more about his family, how he grew up — scanning things around his place. Then he plays some footage of one of his fights for you, while you two have a conversation and share a beer. As you two sit on the couch, you get close, then have an opportunity to kiss him.

then this is where da sex happen hihihi (ノ・ω・)ノ

The next morning you wake up and you two have a heartfelt conversation about where this is going. He already knows your situation, so I would assume he is very accepting and supportive. And with Vik, he seems like the kind of guy who would still want to be in your life and keep the friendship the same way despite no longer being together romantically. So it’s official. He’s your man 🥵 !!11!1!

Like how River gives you the “fuck the police” tank top after sleeping with him, I think Vik would give you his Night City Devils t-shirt that provides you with a significant amount of armor or some kind of cyberware upgrade that makes you invulnerable for a brief moment while using your hands to fight enemies.

Note: I was thinking of Vik giving V his boxing glove necklace, but because it's part of his character's appearance in the game, I don't think we would be able to essentially "take it" from him - unless he gives you a replica as a keepsake. Which I think would also work.

If you successfully romance, during the rooftop scene near the end of Nocturne OP55N1 (despite Vik’s disposition of him telling you to take matters in your own hands and being a little closed off), you still have an option to reach out to him when Johnny advises you to call a loved one.

V: Hey, Vik. I just wanted to say, thanks for hanging with me, until the end.

Vik: Quit talking like it is, V. Just do what you need to do.

V: I mean, think of it. It’s like I’m heading into the last round of this whole thing.

Vik: Well, in that case.. remember—keep your hands up, guarded at all times. It ain’t over just yet.

V: Heh.. I can feel it, just a few more punches.

Vik: Now look at you - the new welterweight champ of Night City.

V: Thanks, coach.

Vik: Last piece of advice from the coach's corner. Just.. be careful, kid. Remember, I’m with you.

Okayyyy, soooo I’m not the biggest fan of how CDPR gave us two of the same endings (Path of Glory). The only difference is that Rogue’s life is spared. I would have assumed that not only would we get to keep Rogue around, things should have played a bit more differently for V if we took the route of going solo against the corpos. So let’s tweak it.

This specific ending; it should be after getting through Don’t Fear The Reaper where you single-handedly manage to rip through Arasaka by yourself. Johnny goes back to Alt & Rogue is still alive. Yes nobody dies!!!

(honestly this ending can apply to any love interest you choose)

Vik and V are now living together in a lavish penthouse, entertaining an upcoming merc to do their work for them (which is now the current POV of the player.) You were recruited by Rogue at the Afterlife, who told you to visit this couple for a real, preem job.

They give you some vague details about the gig and go on for a brief moment about what you will be doing and what you should expect. Vik emphasizes to you that it’s important you get what they need because it’s for his wife, V, as her life depends on it.

As Never Gonna Fade Away is playing in the background, they tell you to break into Arasaka HQ.

Then the game officially ends.

#cyberpunk 2077 #viktor vector #v/vik #let us romance the ripperdoc you cowards

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thatgoblin · 3 years

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RE Cul De Sac 1A

Welcome to the Neighborhood

Pairings: Leon x Chris

Summary: Leon finally is out from under the government's thumb and is trying to find his place with his new found freedom. A call from an old friend lets him know that he has a place if he doesn't want to stay in D.C. anymore. It just so happens to be with the mostly retired BSAA captain.

Warnings: None

Leon had never felt so exhausted before. Usually he was good with catching a few winks of sleep on the plane between missions and home, but he had passed out completely on the plane to the non-descript city that held his new life. Thankfully he was left alone even with the soft snores drifting around the cabin.

Ears back and eyes narrowed as his tail flicked around to warn anyone who may cross him, he trudged through the airport towards baggage claim. All of his stuff from his apartment had already been packed up and shipped, leaving him with just a few personal supplies and clothes as he finished up his leave of absence paperwork.

He hadn't quit the DOS, but he managed to secure a good few months of leave that would let him actually rest and have a life. With new people in charge, it was easy to get his leave approved as well as a change of address. Hell, Claire had said she'd get Chris and the others to put in a good word for him at the BSAA if it meant he'd stay off of active duty for a while.

While he appreciated the offer, he was going to take his time off first. It was an elusive animal and now that he had it in his hands, he didn't want to lose it.

Once at the carousel of bags, Leon grabbed his before pulling out his phone.

'Message when you get out front. We'll pull up to the curb to get you.'

Tucking his phone away, Leon headed out to the front. The airport itself wasn't actually that big, at least compared to others he'd travelled to. It was a straight shot from the gates to the baggage claim and then the pick up lanes outside. In fact it was a relief to be so simple. No trams or stairs to take, no one to pass because they're going slower than everyone else. It took him just five minutes to get from his gate to the front and that was when he stopped for his suitcase.

Standing at the curb, he took his phone out again and shot a quick text to Claire.

'I'm outside.'

The late September air felt so different from the muggy oceanside air in D.C. It was soft and had a slight breeze. Not scorching hot but not biting cold. It was that transition time where it was perfect to have the windows open all day and night before autumn truly hit.

A red truck pulled Leon from his thoughts as it stopped in front of him. Before he could even register who was in it, the passenger side door flew open and Claire jumped up to squeeze him.

"You made it!" She cried, grinning before letting go. Leon had no time to react as she grabbed his luggage to throw in the back seat of the cab then climbed in after it.

"Hey," Chris said, smiling at him and waving from behind the wheel.

"Hey," he replied, climbing into the truck. Once the door closed, Chris pulled away from the sidewalk.

"How was your flight?" Claire asked, leaning forward between the front seats onto the console. Her tail was wagging briskly, thumping against the seats as her ears were perked and ready to listen.

"It was okay. Slept through most of it," he said. "Just finished up paperwork at the office the night before and only got a few hours of sleep."

"Well, now you'll be able to catch up on your cat naps!" Claire said with a giggle.

"If I weren't so tired, I would give a sassy come back," Leon said with a snort as he shook his head.

"Ignore her," Chris said. "She's had 3 cups of coffee and has cleaned my house at least twice in the last 12 hours. Jill has kicked her out for the day because she's tried of Claire trying to rearrange the dishware in the kitchen."

"I just wanted to have things perfect for when you got here," Claire said with a heavy sigh. "Besides, Chris' house needed it. We even decorated it a bit better too. Now it actually looks like a home and not some squatters place. I swear Chris, sometimes I wonder if you like anything outside of work."

"You're one to talk," Chris said. "If it wasn't for Jill, your place would look like a frat house."

"No it wouldn't and you know that," Claire grumbled. "You're just mad that I have better taste than you."

"Oh no, whatever will I do?" He said, rolling his eyes as he pulled onto the highway.

"Probably have Piers invade and turn it into a military museum if you're not careful," Claire said with a snort.

"You talk too much," Chris huffed.

"And what's wrong with that?" Claire asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I don't know, but maybe the fact that Leon just got in the truck and he's already nodded off despite you chattering," Chris said with a smirk.

Looking at Leon, Claire say the cat boy had indeed nodded off. His face rested against his fist, propped up by his elbow on the window sill.

"Poor guy," Claire said, softening her voice to let her friend rest. "Probably hasn't had a decent night of sleep in a while."

"I'd say it's been a lot longer than just a while," Chris said, his own voice lowering.

The drive home wasn't that long, 20 minutes in the late morning traffic. Claire had settled down, letting Leon rest. Planning to do a few things together could wait. She had been so caught up in her excitement of having her friend move in next door that she forgot the hell he'd exited just a few weeks ago.

It had been rushed for sure, making time and space to get his things there before he did, then trying to figure out what to put in storage and what to put in his room. Leon had sold most of his furniture, really only bringing a few large items like his own TV and bed. His dishes and such were either sold or given away as well, making the move a bit easier.

He was given the guest room in Chris' house, a Dutch Colonial that had been the first house in the Cul de Sac, Albert Wesker's home was a recent addition next door to it.

That was how Chris found out about the older home next to him. Albert had talked about how there were bids to tear the house down because it was so old, built in the 30's and wasn't care of very well after the original owners passed away. The others had purchased the spots of land shortly afterwards before the Home Owners Associate could swoop in and try to put restrictions on what they could build. While theirs were built from the ground up, Chris took his as a project.

It was nearly three months of renovations, which was pretty quick considering how much work had been done, before he could move in completely. It took about the same time for the others' homes to be built.

"Should we wake him up?" Chris asked as he pulled into the driveway of his house.

"I mean, we can't let him sleep in the truck all day," Claire said.

Chris rolled his eyes at his sister who shrugged. Reaching over, he shook Leon a bit by the shoulder.

"Hey, we're home," he said.

The blond tabby opened his eyes before taking a deep breath and stretching.

"Cool." Opening the door, he stepped out and waited for Clair to hand him his luggage. Before she could, Chris was out and had it in his hands. "I can carry my own things," he called after the shepherd.

"Well, it's your first day home," Chris said, turning back to give the other a smile. "Better get used to having someone around for help."

"Does he always do that?" Leon asked, looking back at Claire.

"Basically my whole life," she said with a nod. The two followed the older man into the house, Leon taking in his surroundings the whole time. Inside, he was given a quick tour as there were only a few rooms on the first floor. The second floor was the bedrooms with a bathroom and shower, then the basement for storage.

Leon's room was across the hall from Chris', which was a small comfort of sorts for him.

"I'll go ahead and let you get settled in. I'm sure Claire will let you get some rest before barging in and dragging you off somewhere," Chris said, setting his bags on the bed.

"I was going to let him have the rest of the day to chill out," Claire said, crossing her arms. "Tomorrow is a different story though."

Leon raised a brow at the two, wondering if it had been such a good idea to move in with the Redfield siblings being so close in proximity.

"I'm going to pass out now. I'll try to be awake by dinner," Leon said.

"If you're not, that's okay. Let me know if you need anything," Chris said with a soft smile and a nod.

"Thanks," Leon said, getting enough of a breath in before Claire was wrapping herself around him again but tighter. "Jesus-"

"I'm glad you're here!" She cried into his chest, pulling back to smile up at him.

"Glad I'm here too," he said, a smile tugging at his lips. It was what she wanted to hear and while Leon himself wasn't certain if he was or not, time would only tell.

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(Usually I would've just answered your ask but I wrote out this whole thing before realizing how asks work and didn't wanna copy it jdhshs)

@aot--levi--ttd

Ahh thank you so much for the nice ask!! I usually don’t write female reader but since I hadn’t linked to my rules yet before you sent this ask I’ll make an exception! (Though to be honest, even though I've had a female reader in mind writing this, I feel like it just naturally came out gender neutral anyway... I hope that's alright!)

Jotaro, Mista & Josuke getting called late at night by their s/o whose being followed

Jotaro 🐬

Jotaro had stayed up until late at night once again, getting lost in his work

It was already after midnight when he finally got up from his desk, so when he got a call from you he knew something must be wrong

"Why are you calling so late? Is everything okay?"

You told him about what happened, and though you tried to keep your voice calm so he wouldn't be overly worried, he could pick up the panic in your tone.

"Don't worry, I'm coming to pick you up. Just keep walking, and keep talking to me, alright? Tell me what you see."

He did his best to rush over to you. Luckily he knew the city you were in quite well, and thanks to your descriptions, it took less than 20 minutes before he found you.

He immediately ran towards you, even stopping time to get to you quicker, holding you in a close embrace and comforting you as best as he could.

When he spotted the man behind you, he did his best to imprint his face into his mind. What you told him made it unmistakably clear that this wasnt someone with good intentions. Part of him wanted to knock that guy down right then and there, but he decided against it. You were more important.

On the way back home he made sure to hold your hand for almost the entire drive. You were so exhausted, physically and mentally, that you couldnt help but fall asleep.

When you finally arrived Jotaro picked you up and carried you to bed, calmly tucking you in before going back to his office

He finished cleaning his desk and quickly drew a sketch of your stalker with SP's help, before going to sleep as well

When you told him the next day you felt like you'd seen this man following you a few times already, he didn't hesitate to file a police report. He took the day off to spend it with you, taking you out to brunch and a walk on the beach, making sure to distract you as much as he could by telling you his favorite little fun facts about sea creatures, and even picking up a shiny seashell he found to gift to you later.

Josuke 💜

Josuke had been worried for some time now.

You told him you would make a trip into town that day and might not make it home until late at night, but it's been hours now since he started waiting for you to come back. No text, no call, nothing. This was so unlike you, and the longer time went on, the harder it got for him to stay distracted.

But finally, his phone rang - and it was you! Letting out a sigh of relief, he answered your call, only to start panicking once more.

You didn't even greet him, just let out a meek "Josuke?" You sounded scared.

"(Y/N)? I've been waiting for you to call! Where have you been?! Is everything ok? You sound worried..."

You told him you forgot time. Instead of going right home after finishing your errands you wanted to stroll through the city, but you got lost on the way. And on top of that you could swear the man behind you didn't just walk the same way by chance...

"Josuke, I'm scared..."

"Don't worry! I'm coming for you! For now, try to head somewhere with more people. I'll make some calls and then I'll immediatly call you back, ok? I won't be gone longer than five minutes."

He quickly called his friends and told them what's up, and they agreed to help. They all got on their bikes and drove to the city, splitting up to search for you, all while Josuke kept you on the phone, make sure you knew he was there for you.

Okuyasu found you first, doing his best to look even more intimidating than usual, and making it clear to everyone around that you were his friend. He texted the others and took you to their pre determined meeting spot, keeping an arm around your shoulder until the man that had been following you was finally gone.

When you reached the others tears welled in your eyes. Josuke was pacing around, worriedly, while Koichi was trying to calm down Rohan, who seemed stressed as well, and obviously annoyed by Josuke.

Seeing your friends all worried for you, and even Rohan being there... it warmed you up inside a bit.

You ran towards Josuke while calling out his name, the former immediately catching you in his arms.

"You're safe... oh god, I was so worried."

He pressed a kiss to your forehead and wiped away your tears.

"Hey, hey, no need to cry! It's alright. You're safe. You're with me."

When you commented on the fact that Rohan was there, the mangaka's smile he had whole looking at you two turned into a frown and he started at the ground.

"Well, Koichi called me, and I still owed him a favor... besides, what kind of guy wouldn't help in a situation like this?!"

He was the only one with a car, so he drove you home, where you met with Josuke again.

You spent the rest of the evening watching an episode of your favorite comfort show, cuddled up close to your boyfriend, falling asleep next to him.

"No matter what you say, next time I'll make sure to come with you..."

Mista 🔫

You were out buying some new supplies for the gang. Until now you've always had someone along with you to make sure you're safe, but since nothing had happened for the past few months and you insisted on it, you went alone this time.

And of course, this was the day you should've taken someone along with you.

You'd finally gotten everything - it was a real drag to find the candy Narancia wanted for his birthday - you usually would've just gotten any other candy bar, but since it would be his birthday soon and he insisted these ones were the best, you went the literal extra mile and looked through every shop in the city you could think of.

By the time you'd finally found it the sun had already set, and when stepping out of the store and trying to make your way back, you realized you'd gotten completely lost.

You spent an hour wandering around the city, trying to find some kind of building or street you recognized, but it felt like you were running in circles. The exhaustion slowly got to you, and you wanted nothing but to lie down, yet you knew you had to stay strong.

After you arrived at the same street crossing yet again, you realized the man by the street lamp seemed more than familiar. You turned around and walked the other way, looking discreetly over your shoulder to realize you were indeed being followed.

Was it an enemy stand user? Someone who held a grudge against your boyfriend and the rest of the gang? Or just a creep who liked to follow young girls around at night? In any way, your first thought was to call your boyfriend.

"Honey bear? How are you baby? Have you eaten dinner already?"

"Huh? Oi, (y/n), what's up with the weird names?"

"Ah, so should I bring something for you? I can pick up some noodles on the way home ~"

"Hey,, you're acting kinda weird, is everything alright?"

"No, noo! It'll be just like that time two years ago. I got lost going shopping, remember? And then you picked me up and we had some noodles!"

That was enough for him. "So, you got lost and need me to pick you up, but can't say it outright, right?" "Yep!" "I'll be there in just a moment. OI, NARANCIA!"

The two ventured into town, and with Aerosmith's help they managed to find you quite quickly. They ran towards you, and you were more than relieved when you saw them come across the corner.

You rushed to his side and Mista took your hand, pointing his gun at the man following you.

Considering how quickly he ran away it must've just been some rando. Still, you were more than relieved to be with Mista again.

With how tired you were after the day, he offered to carry you on his back and you immediately accepted, holding closely onto him and burying your head on his shoulder.

You didn't refuse the opportunity and gave him a little peck on the cheek, letting you hear that laugh you so loved.

Together you three ventured home, when after some minutes something was off...

"Oi, Narancia? Weren't we supposed to go left here?" "No, I swear it's to the right!" "Hey, wait a minute, weren't we just at this lamppost?"

...you got lost again.

In the end Abbachio came to pick you three up, though not before getting annoyed by your shared idiocy.

Finally feeling at peace, you feel asleep next to Mista on the car ride. Though your life had gotten consistently more dangerous since you met him, you couldn't help but feel like whenever he was around, things were finally alright.

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Books And Sins | Chapter Three [Benedict Cumberbatch AU]

Word count: 1115

A/N: Hi guys! I hope you like it hehehe! Let me know what you think and if you'd like more! Feedbacks are appreciated and so motivating! Enjoy! ❤️ -Cer

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Katherine took a sip of her coffee as Benedict couldn't take his eyes off her. If it was someone else she would freak out, but it was him. The man who drove her crazy.

"How was your day, darling?" He leaned back in his seat, smiling at her gently.

The young woman took a deep breath before speaking, she did have a rough day. However, she didn't want to bore him with talking about her shitty day so she just said "It was fine... Same as usual. How about yours?" Katherine smiled and tilted her head sweetly.

Another lie, Benedict thought. We'll need to fix that sweet, filthy mouth of yours.

"My day was... A bit boring, actually." He lied, "I don't know if you like writing but I do know you like reading, but I assume you can imagine how hard it is to write when you just... Can't think of anything to write when you turn on your laptop... But I must tell you it was mainly because of you."

"Me?.." Katherine looked upset, "Because I texted you?... I'm so sorry!"

Oh, but you're so sweet, darling. So innocent.

Benedict chuckled, "No! Because I couldn't stop thinking about you."

"Aww," Katherine looked down with a big smile, biting her lip a bit.

God, no, don't do that if you don't want me to take you right here.

The young man smirked and leaned over the table, holding her small hand in his that engulfed it. Katherine was amazed by how big his hand was compared to hers, then she looked up at him but saw a red stain on his jumper. Katherine frowned a little, "Is that blood?..."

Shit, Benedict thought, he looked down at his jumper, "Oh... My nose bled before I came here, sorry..."

"No, it's fine." She smiled, "You didn't hit your nose anywhere, did you?"

Benedict blinked a few times before answering her question, she was so observant and with that beautiful smile, he wanted nothing but to kiss her. "No, thankfully. It happens from time to time. The doctor said it's nothing important, so..." He shrugged with a smile.

Katherine nodded and sipped her coffee, thinking about what to say next because of the awkward silence' presence. Then she decided to ask about his book.

"I'm not going to deny that I googled your name, but I found nothing..."

"Oh, about that... I write under a pen name."

"Oh!" Katherine raised her eyebrows in interest, "That's cool! What's your pen name?"

Benedict chuckled, "I'll tell you if..." He pretended to think, "If you let me take you out for dinner."

"Dinner?" Katherine giggled, "Deal. When?"

"I'm always free, so it's up to you."

The young woman hummed, "I'm usually free after work, and on weekends... How about tomorrow?"

You're always free because you barely see your friends. You'd rather spend time with your books or chat with your online friends, would you not, sweet girl?

"Sounds great. Is 7 PM okay?"Katherine nodded.

"Could you give me your address? I'll pick you up... I mean, if you'd like to. Or I can pick you up from somewhere else..."

She didn't even hesitate to give him her address when Benedict took a pen and notebook out of his bag to write it down. His hands, his eyes, even his handwriting... He was beautiful and Katherine knew that she fell under his spell.

I already knew your address, but... "Thank you darling." Benedict smiled and put them back in his bag, aware of the pair of eyes watching him intensely.

"Where are we going to go?" Katherine asked quietly with a smile, "That's gonna be a surprise."

"Tell me what to wear, then..."

He hummed, "Anything would look good on you, sweetie..."

Katherine blushed and chuckled, "Be more specific!"

"Hmm..." He smirked, "You might want to wear a dress."

"It's gonna be fancy, then."

"Just like you."

"I'm not fancy..." Katherine giggled shyly.

"Yes, you are..." And I know you're not used to being called nice things... Another thing we need to fix, my love.

"I won't argue with you..." You should never, my sweet girl.

Benedict chuckled and then they started talking about the past. "I haven't seen them since we graduated... I don't follow them on Instagram either. I'm barely active there, actually."

I know. "I didn't really have a good relationship with the others and I moved to another city for college, so... I probably wouldn't even recognize them if I saw them now."

Katherine nodded, "Where did you go?"

"Manchester. I studied English Literature and Creative Writing."

"Can't wait to see how creative you write..." She smirked.

Oh... Flirtatious, are we darling?

"You might find out tomorrow." Benedict winked at her. You can't imagine how creative I am in bed, as well.

They kept talking for more than an hour, both of them being flirtatious and Katherine falling for him as Benedict expected. He had a hard time with fixing his boxers secretly since he was incredibly turned on, and hoped that she wouldn't feel his erection against her stomach when they hugged. You're too innocent to even notice, he thought.

"I'll see you tomorrow then..." Benedict leaned down to kiss her cheek and Katherine felt herself get wet.

Her cheeks were red and that didn't go unnoticed by Benedict, however he didn't make a comment about it to not make her uncomfortable. Katherine smiled, "See you..." She said quietly and started walking down the street. He stalked her to make sure she went home safely, sighing when it was time to go home.

He got into his car and drove home that was pretty close to hers, then got comfortable on his bed before unzipping his trousers.

Katherine texted Samantha immediately and took off her clothes, throwing herself on her bed as she waited for a reply but her friend wasn't even online. She was only wearing her panties when she started touching herself, closing her eyes as his kiss lingered on her cheek.

Benedict's eyes widened when he saw her masturbating, yes, he was watching her. He's been watching her since a few months ago, actually, when Katherine called the landlord to deal with her broken tap.

He could barely look at the screen as he was about to come and Katherine arched her back when she cried out, "Benedict!"

Benedict came all over his hand, his heart beating fast and vision blurry. Oh, love... He panted as he watched her calm down, still lying on her bed.

Maybe you're not as innocent as I thought... That was a surprise, but a good one, indeed. My naughty girl...

I can't wait to have you.

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Chapter Four

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Level Up, Chapter Eleven (Branjie) - Holtzmanns

“I don’t think I could come up with anything negative about you.”

Brooke’s eyes are sincere as she says it, and Vanessa’s heart starts to beat just a little bit faster. Vanessa’s a person who’s always on the go, not one to slow down if she doesn’t have to but Brooke has the ability to make her world pause for just a second. Brooke changes Vanessa’s focus from what’s in front of her to solely her, and Vanessa almost wishes she could keep it there forever.

It’s never that hard for Vanessa to come up with words to reply with, especially not towards Brooke, but her brain feels like it has shuddered to a stop, pressing on the brakes because the small smile on Brooke’s face is more important to focus on. She could say something stupid, something funny, maybe return the sentiment but she doesn’t get a chance to decide on what to do before Yvie lets out a scoff.

“Except for your dislike of Chicken Little. That’s a negative if I’ve ever seen one.”

AN: Hi, I'm still alive, I promise. Popping back into this lovely fic nearly eight months later (a new job, a new apartment, a new city, and a new cat later too) and I love it just as much as I did in January. Eight months is good for plot to marinate and develop and I'm excited to get back to writing this fic again. If you're still around for this journey, thank you and know I'm so grateful for it. Please do tell me your thoughts if you read! Thank you writ for betaing ily <3

“So you have that interview with Glamour, I’ll set it up for some time this week, and Teen Vogue wants to do something on their Youtube channel. Who knew that was a thing? I’m working on Adidas’ rep to finagle a sponsorship outta them, and Under Armour on the backburner just in case-”

Vanessa bursts through the doors of the gym while Detox continues talking in her ear, not at all apologetic about the way that she has to interrupt her as she ambles towards Brooke’s office. “Just reached the gym. We’ll have to continue this later, ‘cause training waits for no one, right?”

“I see exactly what you’re doing, but I’m not mad at it. Go work on building those boxing skills that’ll keep lining your pockets for years. Toodles!”

Vanessa lets out a snort when Detox hangs up the phone. “Toodles? Who the hell says that?”

“Detox?” Brooke looks up from her book, an amused smile on her face. “I know that trick.”

“What trick?” Vanessa squints her eyes as she sits down, trying to read the cover of Brooke’s paperback. “Are you reading Chicken Soup for the Soul? ”

Brooke waves a hand. “Doesn’t matter. And the trick of dipping out of Detox’s phone calls. Why else would you get to the gym so early?”

“Oh, come on. I’m early sometimes. Occasionally,” Vanessa grins, and Brooke doesn’t buy it in the least from the way she raises an eyebrow. “Okay, maybe not. I like Detox, I really do, don’t get me wrong. She’s hysterical and good at her job, real good at it, but damn.”

“Detox works hard,” Brooke nods, understanding in her eyes. “It’s a lot to handle sometimes.”

“She cranks up the exposure by a million and targets it in specific places and it works, ‘cause I have a lot of followers and deals now but…”

“But what?”

Brooke leans forward, pushing her book to the side as she looks earnestly at Vanessa. It’s striking, sometimes, how Brooke gives her full attention. How much she cares sometimes.

It’s nice.

“It feels real wild, y’know? Like all I did was become a meme, and now my face is going to be in a Spotify commercial. How does that jump happen?” Vanessa shifts in her chair, letting out a sigh. “It’s only been a few weeks.”

It’s as if Vanessa is riding in a car that’s only getting faster and faster, not quite in control of the steering wheel or knowing when she’s going to be able to stop. Sure, the ride is fun, but it also feels like she’s driving without a license, as if she’s skipped the learner’s permit stage and hit the highway instead.

“She wants to capitalize on it as much as possible. Keep you in the spotlight even after the next big meme rolls around,” Brooke shrugs, before pausing for a second, a look of concern in her eyes. “It’s not too much, is it? I can always talk to Detox with you if you feel like it’s overwhelming-”

“Nah, I’ll survive,” Vanessa shrugs, giving her best reassuring smile to Brooke. “Lush sent me some free shit the other day. I like goodie bags.”

Brooke snorts. “Fair enough. Bath bombs are a reason to keep going.”

“Want some? I got enough for a month's worth of spa days.” Vanessa makes a mental note to bring some of the freebies for Brooke on their next practice. She’s earned half of everything, at least.

“You have any of the sakura ones?” Brooke is tentative with her question, and Vanessa nods enthusiastically.

“You’re getting all of ‘em.”

“Now, hold on a second-”

“It’s six. Don’t we have practice to start?” Vanessa’s up and out of the office before Brooke can protest any further. “I’m gonna go change.”

Practice is nice. Practice feels familiar amongst all the new chaos in Vanessa’s life. It lets her turn her brain off and get away from the people that recognize her out in public, the way her Instagram is now solely for sponsored posts. The way she feels like a caricature of herself, almost, because others have an opinion of who she is based on a ten second video clip.

But practice isn’t like that. In the gym, Brooke is the same as ever, pushing and pushing her until sweat is drenching her back and her mind is spinning and she feels more alive than she ever has. When Brooke throws moves at Vanessa that she has to work in overdrive to block and counter with some of her own, it’s familiar. Even though she’s tired and gasping for breath, it’s what she knows how to do, and in an environment that isn’t unsettling or foreign.

The best part about it? Vanessa can still feel herself learning. Growing. Stepping up to the challenges that Brooke throws at her. Sure, she’s not aching to get back into the competition ring anytime soon, but the approving smiles from Brooke when she gets in a good hit or when she avoids a shot that would previously knock her on the ground gives her a thrill every time.

The end of practice leaves Vanessa with a new sense of longing that’s only been present the last few weeks, since this whole meme mess has started. Leaving the gym is hard, because it means Vanessa has to go outside again, pull her hat down when passerby on the sidewalk give her a second look. She has to unlock her phone and pretend to be busy, but then she’s faced with comments pouring in on every social media account that she opens. She can text one of her friends but it’s hard to continue a conversation, really, after it starts with a rousing Miss Vanjie, no matter how much in jest.

Being outside the gym means that she’s reminded of her new loss of normalcy.

She takes her time switching back into her sweats after she showers, dragging her feet as she leaves the change room with her gym bag slung over her shoulder. When she squints her eyes she can see Brooke at the far end of the gym, teetering on a stool as she repositions one of the crooked banners. Brooke turns around almost as if she can tell Vanessa is there, a good natured smile and an easy wave following immediately.

“See you tomorrow.”

“Need any help?” Vanessa’s stalling a bit by asking, but maybe Brooke really could use a hand with the banners, or at least an extra set of eyes to make sure that they’re nice and straight.

She’s just helpful, that’s all.

Brooke, to her credit, doesn’t call Vanessa out for it as she squints, admiring her handiwork. “I think they’re as aligned as they’re ever going to be. I’m going to get ready to leave for the night, too.”

“Oh,” Vanessa doesn’t mean to sound a little disappointed as Brooke jumps off the stool, fiddling with the jacket that’s slung across her arm. “Already?”

“It’s almost eight thirty,” Brooke points out, padding past Vanessa towards her office door and grabbing her coat off of the hook. “You’re not tired and ready to go home yet?”

“I just…”

Vanessa trails off, looking down at the ground. She’s not sure what to say, really. All that’s waiting for her is her apartment, but she can’t mindlessly scroll Twitter or Instagram before bed without seeing her face again. She needs to reply to her friends’ texts, but the notifications are piling up on top of one another like a mountain that she’s not really sure how she’s going to climb.

Vanessa just wants to avoid it all.

Brooke pauses, and each second that passes makes Vanessa’s heart constrict because maybe she should just try to explain, but she doesn’t know how to and it feels like too much-

“C’mon. My roommate and I are having a late dinner and rewatching Chicken Little. Are you in for a nacho night?”

Brooke’s looking at her expectantly and Vanessa wants to say yes, but what pops out of her mouth is what’s pressing on her even more. “Did you say rewatching Chicken Little?”

“It’s a good movie!” Brooke’s defensiveness makes Vanessa crack a smile despite how restless she feels, how much she’s fidgeting while standing in place. “Come over and you’ll see.”

“Y’know, we haven’t talked about movies before, but this recommendation is making me question what your taste is like,” Vanessa lets out a giggle, when Brooke’s mock offense takes over her face as she puts a hand to her heart.

“The disrespect. You’re not getting nachos with those kinds of statements,” Brooke grabs Vanessa’s gym bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she holds the door open. “Now c’mon.”

Brooke’s apartment is not what Vanessa expects - there are colours and tapestries lining the walls and even one on the ceiling, and she’s pretty sure she sees a bong on top of the refrigerator. It’s pretty, though, with the art splashed across every free surface and the shelves filled with books upon books, piles of even more on the actual floor. Vanessa has to resist the urge to go and sit down on the wicker chair in front of the television that’s suspended from the ceiling.

“Yvie’s the one behind the decor.” Brooke has a knowing smile on her face and Vanessa can feel her cheeks heat up, from how easily Brooke can read her mind. “Moved in a few years ago after she broke up with a long term partner. Never really got around to adding things of my own to the walls.”

Vanessa snickers before she can even get her joke out properly. “What would you add? A Chicken Little poster?”

Brooke, for her part, doesn’t miss a beat. “Nah. A poster of your meme.”

“Wow-”

“I know we were thinking nachos, but picture this. Chicken nuggets while we watch Chicken Little.” A girl with bright green hair pops her head out from behind a door, waving at the two of them.

Vanessa waves back, her eyebrows lifting higher and higher on her forehead when she realizes how tall the girl is as she walks closer. Even Brooke has to look up at her which is a strange sight on its own, considering how much Brooke towers over Vanessa.

Then again, Vanessa’s used to being the short one.

“Vanessa here is doubting the movie’s genius,” Brooke raises an eyebrow, and the girl lets out a fake gasp.

“Um, not a movie. Chicken Little is a film. An artistic masterpiece.”

“Are you two the presidents of the Chicken Little fan club?” Vanessa asks, as Brooke sticks her tongue out at her.

“Yes. And no, you can’t join.”

It’s interesting how Brooke’s work demeanor has dropped now that she’s in her own apartment, her normally squared shoulders a little more relaxed. It reminds Vanessa of when they went roller skating, seeing how much fun Brooke had while pulling her around the rink.

Vanessa wants to see more of it.

Brooke points at her roommate as the girl sticks out a hand. “Ness, this is Yvie. Yvie, Vanessa. I’m coaching her.”

“You’re introducing her as if I haven’t heard you talk about her every single day for the last however many months,” Yvie drawls and Brooke’s sputter is immediate, making Vanessa’s breath hitch a little in her throat.

Brooke talks about her?

Yvie pats Brooke on the back as if she’s choking on her water rather than on some words, sticking her other hand out for Vanessa to shake. “You’re Brooke’s favourite student. Also her only student, technically, but still a favourite nonetheless.”

Brooke’s cheeks are bright pink and Vanessa can’t deny that the sight is adorable, seeing her flustered for once. Still. Brooke probably recaps their training sessions and nothing more.

“As long as it’s mostly positive,” Vanessa shrugs, and the way Brooke emphatically nods makes her feel better than she wants to admit.

“I don’t think I could come up with anything negative about you.”

“Except for your dislike of Chicken Little. That’s a negative if I’ve ever seen one.”

The platter of chicken nuggets that Yvie places on the coffee table with a flourish is impressive, to say the least. There’s a little bowl of ketchup on the side, along with sweet and sour sauce and something that looks to be...ranch?

Whatever it is, Vanessa’s nose wrinkles at the sight. “Which one of you eats ranch with chicken nuggets? Is that legal?”

Yvie’s cackle and Brooke’s flushed cheeks tell Vanessa all she needs to know as she plops down beside Brooke on the couch, nudging her side. “Really?”

“The flavour combination is great!” Brooke mutters, grabbing a chicken nugget and dipping it in the ranch for posterity, holding it up close to Vanessa’s face. “Try it.”

Vanessa scooches herself towards the edge of the couch, away from the chicken nugget and the ranch that’s slowly dripping down like a melting ice cream. “Absolutely not.”

“It’s delicious-”

“It’s cursed-”

“More for me, then,” Brooke tosses the chicken nugget into her mouth, and Vanessa’s not sure, really, how she’s handling the flavours together without puking. “You’re missing out.”

“Very happy to miss out on that, thank you very much. I’ll take the ketchup.”

It turns out that Chicken Little isn’t so bad with Yvie and Brooke peppering in commentary as they watch, and Vanessa finds herself getting swept into the plot, as ridiculous as it is. The glass of cider that Yvie’s brought for each of them is making Vanessa feel a little more relaxed, her shoulders not as stiff anymore as she leans against the back of the couch. It’s fun to watch Brooke’s face, really, and the way she lights up while quoting the movie as it plays.

Vanessa makes a mental note to invite Brooke over to watch more movies. Better movies. Expand her palate. Chicken Little cannot be at the top of Brooke’s movie pyramid, not when there are better choices available, like Pretty Woman. Sure, Vanessa’s not exactly a film connoisseur herself, but still. Anything beats Chicken Little, right?

Maybe it’s just the cider settling in, maybe it’s the full stomach of chicken nuggets, but...it’s nice. Comfortable. Vanessa pulls her feet up behind her on the couch before grabbing a throw pillow to hug on her lap, and really, she could fall asleep right where she’s sitting, even to the dulcet tones of the main chicken character screaming about an alien invasion. Brooke looks over as Vanessa settles herself more into the couch, her expression unreadable but then she reaches over the back of the couch, grabbing the throw blanket behind them.

“Wanna share? It’s kinda cold.”

It’s not cold and Vanessa knows it, she knows that Brooke does too, but Brooke’s face is soft and tentative and adorable and sharing a blanket with her would make the couch situation even more cozy.

Plus, she can cuddle with Brooke, because Brooke is tall and thus is a tall, comfortable cushion to lean against.

Brooke throws the blanket across both of them and Vanessa scoots closer to her so that their laps are covered, the fabric fuzzy and warm. The side of Vanessa’s upper thigh leans against Brooke’s and she’s not sure why she’s so hyper aware of the fact, or why Brooke’s arm across the back of the couch makes her want to snuggle in even closer.

It’s just Brooke, after all. Brooke, who’s seen her when she’s all sweaty and about to collapse on the gym floor. Brooke, who had been there at her worst after the last tournament and still wants to coach her and spend time with her. Brooke, whose secret love for Twilight will never fail to make Vanessa laugh.

If it’s just Brooke, then why is Vanessa’s heart taking flight in her chest when Brooke starts to absentmindedly trace patterns on her palm? She doesn’t know why Brooke’s touch is lighting up a pattern of sparks on her skin either, or why Brooke’s side is so comfortable to lean against. Why Vanessa almost wishes that the movie could go on forever, so that she can stay warm and safe under Brooke’s arm that’s now draped across her shoulders.

Maybe Vanessa doesn’t need answers for all of those questions, not yet, not if finding out the answers would mean disrupting the delicate balance that hangs in the air between them. Brooke shuffles a little bit and when Vanessa’s head ends up against her chest, she can feel the way Brooke’s heart is beating, surely faster than any heart should. It’s a contrast from how seemingly relaxed the rest of Brooke’s body is, how her arms around Vanessa aren’t tense, restricting, but rather grounding, pulling her down.

Leaning back against Brooke is warm, familiar. It’s a feeling of home in a situation so novel, so different from how they usually are, like pulling on a sweater that Vanessa’s not sure how she’s ever lived without. Maybe, just maybe, Vanessa doesn’t ever have to take it off.

Vanessa doesn’t realize that the credits start rolling on the screen until Yvie rolls off of the lilac armchair, reaching for the remote on the coffee table. She lets out a yawn, stretching her arms up high before shutting off the TV. “I, for one, am exhausted. And as fun as this was, it’s my bedtime.”

Brooke snickers, and Vanessa can feel the way her chest reverberates underneath her. “You and I both know you’re about to go Facetime Scarlet.”

“That’s what bedtime means,” Yvie wiggles her eyebrows, and Brooke’s noise of disgust is immediate.

“Horrifying. You two better keep it down this time. My ears still haven’t recovered from overhearing you both last week,” Brooke shudders as Yvie cackles, shutting the door to her bedroom with a click.

Vanessa turns in Brooke’s grip, shooting a questioning look. Surely Yvie can’t be louder than the average person on Facetime. “Overhearing what?”

Brooke makes a face, the haunted look in her eyes almost comedic from the way that she sighs. “Let me put it this way. Yvie and her girlfriend are in a long distance relationship, which is hard on them for a multitude of reasons. One of them being their libidos.”

“Their libidos…” Vanessa trails off, her face falling when she realizes what Brooke means. “Oh no. Not that. Tell me not that.”

“Exactly that. They’re quieter over Facetime than they are when Scarlet visits, at least. That’s a blessing.”

Vanessa shudders. Sure, she’s not exactly quiet in bed either, but the thought of people on the other side of the wall being able to hear everything is horrifying, especially because of the fact that she lives with Alexis. Her sister does not need to know details about her sex life, that’s for sure.

Still, Vanessa wonders how loud Yvie must be. “How do they even make so much noise with phone sex, anyway? Yodel?”

“Mating calls that would fit in perfectly in a National Geographic documentary,” Brooke lets out a snicker, her hand clapping over her mouth when Yvie lets out an ‘I heard that!’ from behind her bedroom door. “Still, glad I’m not about to suffer through overhearing it alone. You’ve saved my evening.”

Vanessa snorts, pulling back from Brooke’s embrace to face her, leaning against the back of the couch. “Glad to be of service.”

Brooke is softness and kindness and contentment all at once, and the easy smile on her face is one that Vanessa feels so lucky to see the longer and longer that she knows her. It’s moments like these that Vanessa wants to hold on to forever - when Brooke’s guard is down, when her posture is relaxed and she’s looking over with eyes that Vanessa could drown in. She wants to package up this version of Brooke that isn’t tethered by reminders of her past, or with upholding a legacy that defines her whether she likes it or not. At times like this, Brooke isn’t a boxer with her father’s last name, or Vanessa’s coach responsible for facilitating her success. She’s just Brooke, a girl whose gaze is so mesmerizing that makes Vanessa’s breathing hitch in her throat without even realizing it.

Brooke holds out a hand and it’s almost second nature for Vanessa to link her fingers with hers, their hands fitting together in a way that doesn’t make sense, not when Vanessa’s hands are so much smaller. But Brooke’s grip is an anchor that keeps her from floating away, one that centers her and lets her focus on the upward curve of Brooke’s lips, the softness of her eyes when she smiles.

Except then Brooke’s brow is furrowing, a hint of concern in her eyes that Vanessa wants to brush away for her. “You okay? You’re quieter than usual.”

Vanessa can feel her face heating up as she stutters, pulling her eyes away from Brooke’s face to focus on the stitching along the couch cushions. “I’m fine. I...nothing.”

She can’t exactly go out and tell Brooke, someone who’s a coach and also a friend for that matter, that she’s just a little bit mesmerized by her face. Not something that’s likely to go over well.

Vanessa’s past relationships have been nothing short of peacocking, making herself known to those she’s had an interest in because they’d inevitably chase her right back. She knows her worth, knows how to go after what she wants, but…

What does she even want, now?

She doesn’t want Brooke, she can’t, not when Brooke is her coach and someone who’s becoming more and more important towards every aspect of her life, someone who she texts when she wakes up in the morning and who she’s messaging as she’s falling asleep.

Brooke’s not the type of person that Vanessa can parade around and go on a few dates with while drinking the cheapest wine on the menu for shits and giggles. She’s not someone that Vanessa can let go of easily, the way she’s had to with previous relationships that didn’t work out. Brooke is different from them.

She’s not disposable, not someone that Vanessa wants to let go of from her life. She isn’t someone that Vanessa can let go of at this point, because the thought of not seeing her amused expressions in the gym or the pride on her face while they’re training is too much to deal with. Vanessa’s only beginning to read through Brooke’s pages to learn more about her, and finding out little details that make her want to melt and pull Brooke just a little closer to her heart.

Brooke is too important.

Sure, Vanessa’s breath hitches in her chest whenever Brooke pulls her closer, and maybe Brooke’s smile is enough to drown out any background noise buzzing around them, but Vanessa also knows that she falls hard. And fast. She’s impulsive, following what her heart tells her to do and most of the time, she can deal with the consequences because she knows she’ll be able to get back up again.

But if this is a miscalculation? If saying something means that they’ll end up in pieces that neither of them will be able to put back together?

It’s too big of a risk. At least, for now.

Vanessa can’t be the one to take the jump off the cliff, not yet.

So she smiles, puts on the most reassuring expression that she can, hoping that it’s enough to soothe the concern that splays itself across Brooke’s features. “Really, I am. Just thinking about all the press shenanigans that Detox has lined up for me tomorrow.”

It’s enough for Brooke’s features to relax just a little bit, the smile on her face almost nostalgic. “I’m glad it’s you now, and not me, on Detox’s receiving end. She’s ruthless in the best way.”

“That’s one way to put it.”

There’s a sinking feeling in Vanessa’s chest by going for the cop out, but...she has no other choice. It’s not the way she normally handles situations like this, a fact made clear by how much she has to push down the butterflies in her stomach, and hide them behind a door so that they don’t escape and ruin stakes that feel too high, too much of a risk.

Still, Vanessa’s a bit of a sucker for punishment, and so when Brooke pulls her closer into a hug, it’s as easy as breathing to snuggle into her and rest her head against her chest, because Brooke’s arms are warm and safe and manage to slow her thinking down just a bit.

Part of Vanessa feels like she can handle it and hold herself back from doing anything stupid, if only to not mess everything up. She can be this close to Brooke and not have her chest split in two and maybe it’s a blessing, and something that she has to hold on to. Except that by leaning against Brooke, she can feel how fast Brooke’s heart is beating, threatening to escape from her chest before she can possibly stop it. It’s a contrast from the gentle way that Brooke’s fingers run through her hair, betraying the calmness on the outside that she’s trying so hard to convey.

Maybe Vanessa’s not the only one holding back. Maybe Brooke also feels it, maybe she’s also teetering on the bridge that Vanessa’s trying her best not to lose her footing on, and the thought gives Vanessa pause for a second, because maybe the risk is one they can manage, something they can work with...

No. No.

They can’t.

Not if it would lead to everything falling to pieces around them, not if it would mean no more training and no more Brooke in general. Because that’s how relationships always seem to end, don’t they?

As much as Vanessa has always wanted the romantic movie ending and a kiss in the rain, it hasn’t happened to her yet, much to her teenage self’s disappointment. There’s too much on the line to see if Brooke will be the one to veer her onto a different path and change the outcome.

So, Vanessa has to be happy with what she’s getting now, this friendship with Brooke and the coaching and accept it for all that it’s worth. Because Brooke’s important, maybe the most important person in Vanessa’s life and she has to take what she gets.

She’s lucky enough to have it in the first place, after all.

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