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itsdappleagain · 1 year

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WOOHOO! Let's kick off #csweekly!

I think I'll dump all of my thoughts onto one post as we go along...and I have a lot of thoughts so sorry this is gonna be LONG

Firstly, before I start the episode, AAA I'M SO EXCITED FOR THIS!!! I haven't actually truly rewatched CS in sooo long

Okay, let's go. Why don't we ever talk about the intros? Like the grabbing of the hat and then later that as part of the black and white/red intro sequence? MWAH.

Chase's headlights illuminate spots on the screen when they turn towards the "camera!"

I love this introduction to the entire show. It really makes us feel like we're part of this mystery, investigating this thief with Chase and Julia (until...well...everything gets directly told to us via flashbacks 8 minutes in..). It tells us everything we basically need to know about how Carmen operates in like 30 seconds.

Let's take a moment to appreciate the art style of this show....oh my gosh. The lighting the texturing the lineless agh its so good

I guess I haven't thought about it for a little while, but I guess Chase slamming on the breaks is supposed to fake us out thinking that he has seen Carmen's shadow. It sets up how idiotic of a detective he is, while Julia is observant and actually makes connections. I really like this early (VERY early) setup to how their relationship is going to work. However, at the same time, the show is really gunning for us to root for Julia when she starts infodumping. Chase is clearly the asshole. I can't help but wondering, though, if the show undercuts the importance of Julia's research by IMMEDIATELY cutting away to something "more interesting" (Carmen) as soon as she starts talking. What do you think?

I like how Carmen just shoots out of the alleyway and looks at them for a solid minute. She's just like 👁️👁️ i mean we KNOW it doesn't take her that long to use her grappling hook. She was just watching them

LA FEMME ROGUE

Chase's damage of cars starts at not even 2 minutes into the entire show <3

anyway

CARMEN'S DRAMATIC CHARACTER INTRO MY BELOVED <3

ALSO another shoutout to the SCORE OH MY GOD RELEASE AN OST CS TEAM

when you think about it does player's character intro ever seem a little clumsy to you? ooh yeah its player glad to hear he's on board girl you've known him for years girl. girl. he's always on board.

i love player's robots and machines everywhere <3

YEAH SORRY. SCORE AND ANIMATION AGAIN WHEN SHE'S RUNNING ACROSS THE ROOFTOPS. FRAMED BY THE MOON? OUGH

she's so unnecessary <3 you did not have to swing that grappling hook around like a whip but im so glad you did girlie

i adore how her usb is disguised like a lipstick as if subtlety was ever her thing ever. like when on earth would someone catch her in the full red coat and fedora and then be like "oh ok well there's nothing suspicious here other than the grappling hook, hang glider, and taser so I'll let you go ok

PUT YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE YOU REALLY DONT CARE ABOUT THIS RANDOM OTHER SIGNAL THAT COULD GET YOU KILLED

OUGH THE LIGHTING WHEN SHE'S DROPPING DOWN FROM THE CEILING

just. just move. you could have just moved out of the way

her hat bending upwards when she's listening against the fake atrium <3

i love carmen's jokes about player being a little internet cave troll do we ever get more of those?? i feel like we don't and I wish we did. their dynamic is so fun when its just the two of them, which is like. never again

sorry. gina's vocal fry when she says "job." that is all

the elevator gag is actually so funny

imagine not taking the stairs 5-9 at a time. chase doesn't skip leg day smh

i love the feeling of suspense this safe cracking gives us paired with chase running up to arrest her. its fun because she gets to show off and have a lot of fun with him. but at the same time, we rarely get this feeling of suspense again when it comes to confrontations- only big boss battles like Coach Brunt, Shadow-san, and cold weather

chase used his whole entire face to ram through that door

the bag tightening is so iconic i can only be grateful that she does it again later on in the show

chase: ive never had one run AT me before

does anyone ever hear the sound that chase's hair makes when it gets slicked back? because it is a SQUISH. his hair is. so saturated with gel that his hair SQUISHES

i like how it takes chase a sec when she's reading his name from the badge I like to think he thinks he's just THAT well known of an agent that she knows him

i also like that he just stands there for a sec after she grapples through the ceiling like shit now what

free him

carmen is funny i will give her that. she can also FLY apparently because she' jumping like 25 feet no problem

the grabbing of her hat as she jumps off backwards and the backwards smirk and the oh my god im so gay ok

also julia. and the horror on chase's face dhfas

dark carmen let carmen be mean, hot, and speak other languages more and that is why i want her to come back please

chase what in the goddamn fuck

ever think about how chase landing on this car right now eventually led to julia joining acme because i do

WHERE IN THE WORLD IS CARMEN SANDIEGO (TITLE CARD) (THEME MUSIC). YES BARK BARK OUGSHDFH BARK

see chase can be smart but like that one tumblr post he can be blindingly intelligent for a minute a day and he does not get to choose when that is

CARMEN CHANGING AS THE TRAIN GOES BY INTO HER CIVILIAN OUTFIT IS SOOO ICONIC

chase continuing to ruin the car as he drives along and keeps failing is the funniest fucking thing. the comedic timing of the airbag.

THE DOUBT ON JULIA'S FACE WHEN CHASE CALLS HER "JULIA" AND COMPLIMENTS HER KILLS ME EVERY TIME

driving aggressively, of course

chase is responsible for 85% of carmen's stupid nicknames on the wiki and i love him for that

i think its half funny and half sad that carmen doesn't do anything to defend herself when gray aims the crackle rod at her. its a trend with people she thinks she can trust: she still sees him as her brother, not someone who would kill her, stun her, etc.

i love the dramatic dropping of the bag just because gray esentially gave her the equivalent electric shock of rubbing a balloon against your hair

something i dislike about carmen's character is that whenever it matters carmen is ALWAYS one step ahead of whoever doing whatever. they couldn't have had us start off by seeing her as flawed but competent, cocky but still human by having gray track her here. it would have immediately set VILE up as a real threat. but instead its just the girlboss badass gray is an idiot moment. idk

i like how they had to do the match cut but they also had to make black sheep excited so they just had blacksheep go >:) and then as soon as coach brunt used her vocal cords she went :D !!!!

why is the program only one year is my question

where does coach get all of the phones to dramatically smash

black sheep, at this time knowing full ass well that she has a contraband phone when brunt smashes one: U👄U

she said SNATCH

gray laughs with all of his teeth out

they gave black sheep insecurities about her past with gray solely so they could show us black sheep having those insecurities about her past with gray to gray by black sheep

google says it takes roughly two hours to go from poitiers to paris by train. just a fun fact

hang on why was carmen going to paris by train? they didn't even have indonesia scheduled until she got there. why didn't she take zack and ivy to poitiers?? why was their rendezvous two hours away?? why didn't ivy have ANY TIME AT ALL TO GET ZACK A SNACK?? WHY DIDN'T ZACK HAVE TIME TO GET A SNACK

the biggest nesting doll has some weird inconsistency with the burn design- sometimes its there, sometimes it isn't. i wonder why carmen never ever brings it up though?

little black sheep is so cute

actually though these are some of my least favorite parts- the big long flashbacks. in my opinion, it would have been interesting to find out about carmen's past as we went along...maybe through ivy or something, or just little tidbits. like we'd get some basic information- that she used to be with VILE- but we would uncover the details with the detectives and her team. idk. little me when i first watched this show was SO confused by the flashbacks but then again my comprehension for shit is SO BAD. i literally had no clue what was going on

that nanny just standing by as carmen smears an entire tube of lipstick on the walls

LITTLE CARMEN IS SO CUTE

its very interesting how they wash out black sheep's hair when she's in VILE spaces to fit with the color schemes that are such a prominent part of this show.

little carmen was also an asshole wheeze

THEY ARE D I V I N G OUT OF THE WAY guess they learned from notyourpants guy

girl i dont think your legs are supposed to do that

why is the captain just putting claws up like what were you going to do maul her

the poor captain got the short end of the stick every single time

carmen stole someone's wedding ring so true

the crop top with the overalls is my FAVORITE outfit of black sheep's omg

carmen, like every single other teenager, drew giant eyeballs on her papers

absolutely incredible that carmen who has at this point pressed a few buttons on a phone once knows how to text and call no problem

player, calling random places: what is your full name and address please. well i know your address but what is your full name

ALSO player's room accumulating all that stuff in the years that go by is so cute

can you imagine. player just usually gives out his real name and the only reason he didn't this time was because carmen had a weird ass name

"thats a thing" HOW DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT A HACKER IS

also how does she know what right and wrong is

lets imagine for a second player called some faculty phone line or something and professor maelstrom got this ten year old asking to aid the biggest crime network in the world just because he could and also knew nothing at all

kinda cool that they put in the weird...sewer grate or whatever that carmen later escapes out of in the shot where she's on the beach

maelstrom changes hand positions from when he asks black sheep why she requested an audience (hands clasped with thumbs up and touching) to when he says to enroll (villain steepled fingers) and then he goes back to the first on the wide shot

i admire how organically they introduce the names of all the faculty in this scene

appreciation for "the gurl is fehhahhral"

AND THEN HE GOES BACK TO STEEPLE FINGERS

i enjoy how harsh the lighting is in the faculty room. its just white on the characters

i LOVE rewatching these episodes with the lens of shadowsan's REAL motivations mmmm

i also like how black sheep really thinks about shadowsan's words

MAEL WENT BACK TO THUMBS UP CLASPED HANDS ITS ok whatever

why don't the music notes line up with the faculty raising their hands after two or three sob

where does shadowsan even walk off to. is there a door over there or does he just awkwardly scoot off and through the big doors

what the hell are even in front of black sheep's dorms a tennis court??

also i thought those dorms were where her room was where is she moving from

she tied her whole globe up with rope to walk 100 feet

mime bomb being in the background for all of this <3

i like all of the VILE Class's introductions. EL Topo is kind, Le Chevre is a bit dismissive but courteous, and Tigress is...well she's happy until she says her name and then she's a bitch about everything forever and ever

"but were you seeing things from my point of view" actually what other perspective are you giving him here

get rekt aussie boy

so upset they changed this design. the eyeliner, the fluffy hair, the red hair clip. they're so good. she's so cute. all of the young designs are cute actually

they didn't have to animate sheena's ass swaying like that

he's from australia??? really????

i like how gray was just working the soundboards one day and his pay was so bad that he was like "fuck. yeah man I'm breaking every single law. ever."

where the hell did the black on that sheep origami come from. the paper was white on both sides??

shadowsan has the best damn view on the island look at that

cleo's dress. cleo's voice. cleo's

why do they market as an import/export company if they immediately begin training as thieves. why does "villains international league of evil" matter at all

shadowsan has the only class that uses other students. the rest of the classes are main character only. so sad

my favorite part of carmen sandiego is the way they one moment don't allow the characters to say the word kill but in maelstrom's classroom he has human bones and a whole ass brain on display and then they shoot a man dead

no idea how maelstrom dropped his briefcase so that it landed on the other side of tigress's

also i love how they set up some of the two most used concepts in the entire show here: bait and switch and always protect the face

gray is blind we love him for that. she is holding a phone and gas earbuds in.

where did she get earbuds from

point and laugh

so true of le chevre to kick off the stilts the show should have let him win that one, not bs

the poor captain has gone entirely white-haired from this yearly encounter with a child

rita moreno bee cosplay

el topo's laugh is so genuine <3

what was their detention anyway? sit and talk? come up with codenames? seems more like a reward to me

imagine if gray named himself power failure and everyone called him failure

gray is a giraffe

i love the dig at old witwics with the puns for names jkdsghdsa

le chevre is very comfortable on that pole

mime bomb. that is all

class of vile, after a year of sharing a dorm with mime bomb: who the fuck are you

he's iconic

all of the different teacher rooms are sooo cool i love their designs. and once agains color theory coming through with shadowsan's red room!!!

i also like that students get to take exams with their operative gear, as it plays into how effective they will be in the field. however, what happens if someone doesn't graduate?? what happens to all their specialized gear??

she sacrificed a leg for ass. sad :(

i like how tigress acts like a cat

GET SLAPPED TIGRESS

that scrap of fabric flew SO FAR

that little wink tigress does <3

i like how shadowsan has another coat ready and waiting. who's hurt him in the past. he learned

black sheep no don't walk into the camera wait blacwfhghgfh

gray after black sheep failed so hard that she blew the entire year's worth of schooling: damn girl you're so good. best ever actually

i like how they all have to trace their names over to see if they passed like what are you getting lost on the way also getting these grades is exactly like seeing who got cast for the school musical

rip to the random background ops who failed

gray's face is actually just D:

the dutch angle dolly zoom is SOOO GOOD

tigress is still a high school mean girl. elementary school, even. the big kid's table. no children allowed

"looks like someone needs to turn in their stealth suit" black sheep she/they confirmed and sheena respects pronouns

"COME ON LET'S GO PLOT A CAPER" that is so funny to me because vile operatives as we see later NEVER, EVER PLOT THEIR OWN CAPERS

why is carmen's nose so tiny

anyway

seeing black sheep look so short next to shadowsan is so sweet considering she's almost as tall as him later <3

"are you accusing a criminal, thievery, and breaking the law teacher of cheating"

mime bomb for goodness sake. i love the animation of his face emerging from the shadows though

HOW DID SHE SNEAK ONTO THAT HELICOPTER I WILL NEVER KNOW

does anyone know whether CS uses 3d elements for some of their bigger objects like cars, helicopters, the vault door etc.

i like how vile school is completely entirely out in the open not disguised at all

gray: bye bye black sheep black sheep, from the shadows: HAVE YOU ANY WOOL

THE CREDIT MUSIC <3

OKAY so that was my post on the first episode. will they all be this long? who knows. probably. maybe. i'm so excited for this

#csweekly #carmen sandiego weekly

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thiswatchcassie · 10 months

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Murdoch Mysteries s1ep1 "Power"

This is it! the first episode of Murdoch Mysteries, i cant fucking WAIT to watch this! after the break is my bullet point live reaction to/ thoughts about the episode. the final paragraph is my concluding thoughts!

TWs for this episode: Animal Death, electrocution, death of a pregnant person,

THE THEME SONG!!!! AAAA MY HEART!!!

Awwww baby Julia and williammmm

“Are we having a picnic” yes Julia, you are having a picnic!!! Also YOU TWO ARE GOING TO FALL MADLY IN LOVE WITH EACH OTHER

CRABTREE!!!!!

God I love Jonny, hes so fucking funny or an actor and a comideien.

Wow I forgot that the FIRST episode is THIS episode, like I know it was but like wow

TW animal death, poor pup, and shoutout to this woman from the humane society! The actor who plays her feels very familiar i wonder if she plays any other characters that I’ve seen

I remember the costuming being a lot worse…. I mean it’s not perfect, but considering they don’t bail now an exact year for another few seasons, and they weren’t working with an unlimited budget, everyone is dressed nicely for the period.

Im obsessed with this very obviously direct printed canal sign behind this man in the 1890s

episodes since a mention of or character who is a real historic figure 0 (Thomas Edison)

Wow I forgot just how quickly they nailed down the “we are gonna talk about real people and rope them i to our fiction” aspect of the show so early on.

Shout out ALICE!!! Miss Toronto Electric and Light!!! Pop off girl queen pussy boss!!!

Holy shit there’s a second real life person it’s Nicola Tesla!

Poor puppy :( I hope he lives

HE LIVES!

poor Alice… miss toronto electric and light didn’t deserve to die for this

HELL YEAH DR JULIA MOTHER FUCKING OGDEN!!!! GIRLBOSSING HER WAY AROUND A DEAD BODY!!!!

We finish each others sandwiches moment rn

Good for Crabtree helping Edna with the dog

HI INSPCTORRRRRRRRRRDRR BRACKENREEDDDD

First scene in Murdochs office, it’s just sooooooo <<<333 i love It, cozy, filled with turn of the century knickknacks and dodads, big open windows letting in and out light. Loves it!

We have the Pinkerton name dropped in episode one, but if im not mistaken they did some timey whimey magic and met the founder of the Pinkerton in a later season PRE her founding of Pinkerton… which of course post dates the irl founding of Pinkerton in the 1850s

Oh 2008 cgi my beloved

Why is Nicola Tesla talking… like that?

And why is he fucking around with transmissions?

Call it “tella-…..vision” god the name dropping

George…. DONT FUCK THÉ POSSIBLE SUSPECT

Edna my girl queen pussy boss

I had to look it up because I couldn’t take her face from my mind, Edna does come back at a later date and she was an amazing character

Tesla…. God I don’t like how Tesla is

It’s gonna get on my nerves th inconsistency of when the show is set and thus the technology available

Awww Julia has a little goldfish in the morgue!

She’s so fucking smart I love her

Miss Howard was pregggooooo shiiiittttt

“Men doted on her” SLAYYYYYYYY

Oooooo who gave her that necklace????

Hell yeah Crabtree give them to the dog

This is why I love George he mama jokes about taking dogs out on a date and wooing girls

okay brackenreed making quips about retireing all the way back in season one..... he just needs a break

ah yes nicola tesla creating a wireless phone in ONE DAY very realistic

george is gonna getttt itttttt

damnnnn 20k??? TWENTY THOUSAND 1890S DOLLARS????

20k in 1890 is about 600k now.... damnnnnn

"i have a confession, it wasnt your dog i was sweet on" george is the RIZZ MASTER

awwww edna giving george a lil forhead kiss.... my heart <3 counting down until s8 when she is back

awwwwwww and then they kiss, and georges sweet lil smile <3 my fucking HEARTTTTTTTTT WHEN IS IT MY TURN TO BE HAPPY

shit what did she have?

oh and dodd is dead

i think this is the first time william crosses himself upon seeing a dead body (something that will happen at least 263 more times lmao) i really liked when they touched on murdochs faith and the ongoing disputes between prodestants and catholics in toronto around the turn of the century

i love how in the daylight "dodds office" is very clearly just a room in station 4 lmao

YASSSS JULIAAAAA GIRLBOSSSING HER WAY AROUND A SECOND CRIME SCENE

aw george looks like a kicked puppy trying to tell murdoch about the papers he found at edna's

this is not the last animal rights activist to get involved in a murder investigation

"i understand you enjoy a challange" if murdoch just fucked these scientists, and authors and other historical figures well.... it would be very beliveable. hes the original simp

hes also VERY catholic repressed

i mean there was an entire plotline (spoilers, SPOILERS!!!!) after julia and murdoch got married about him feeling intimadated by her experence 'in the bedroom' to his virginity.... and like mans was NOT YOUNG when they got married

prrrr wax cylander recordings

"case closed" yes juliaaaa you make up these now well known phrases

ohhhhh so thats who got Alice pregnant

poor alice, she didnt need to die

byeeee edna!!!! see you in eight seasons!!!!!

"we are men of the future murdoch" thank you tesla very cool

and thats it!!! the FIRST EPISODE!!!!

ah i loved it, it feels very early seasons, but in a good way. of course the fashion history lover in me is picking up on all the little things but i MUST REMAIN FOCUSED!! the plot was nice, i loved edna and george. feel very bad for emily howard, she really didnt need to die. shout out to julia whos job in the moruge is always refreshing to see.

HOWEVER it is missing that one litle 'spark' so to speak to make it a truely great episode in my mind, so i give it a 8/10. could be better could be very much worse.

wooo! first episode done 263 (and counting) i am now 0.38% done!

#s1ep1 #mmrewatch #murdoch mysteries #Power #mm season one

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criticallyacclaimedstranger · 3 years

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Fic: What We Don't Know Can't Hurt Us

Fandom: Triple Frontier

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Librarian!Reader (cishet female) meet-cute

Warnings: No warnings really, some language and mention of masturbation and sex. Reader doesn't like kids. Yearning. Frankie is a TOTAL DILF SWEETHEART. Sad ending.

Summary: Reader is a librarian who has to temp at the kids' section desk from time to time which is a pain because she doesn't like kids. And who is a regular if not a very hot, scruffy-looking dad with the very polite and mild-mannered daughter? Sparks fly but some things maybe aren't meant to be.

Words: 5,155

a/n: Just to be clear, this one doesn't end well. I just wanted to write something sad, I guess.

Oh, shit, there he is again. The Hot Dad.

You straighten a little in your chair and once again curse the fact that you’re working in the children’s section at the library: the only desk that isn’t adjustable. You prefer to do your service desk duties standing up, not only for ergonomic reasons but because you hate how patrons look down on you – literally – when you’re seated by the desk. Also, you tend to slouch and it’s not an attractive look. And at the kids’ section, you’re all supposed to work on the same level as the little tykes. And you’re not particularly keen on those.

You are, however, keen on hot dads. God knows you only get them once in a blue moon and if they show up, it’s usually in tow of a whole clan of children and a wife. But this dad has been in once before when you’ve had desk duty and you saw him stop at the shelf for picture books about divorce and pick out a few. You also heard him tell his little girl that she shouldn’t bring the books she chose to her mom’s. Divorcee, so fantasizing was even more allowed – although he probably had a girlfriend. Guys like that always do.

“You don’t want to lose them, sweetie,” he had explained patiently to his daughter. “You can keep them in your room at my place but if you take them to your mom’s there’s a risk you lose them and that means I have to pay for them. You see, we’re only borrowing these books, that’s what you do in a library.”

You had smiled an inwards smile when listening to him. There was nothing you loved more than parents who actually seemed to understand that all the material in the library was free at one simple condition: return it in time, in the same condition as you borrowed it. A lot of people did not seem to grasp this and made a huge deal when they failed to meet these conditions and were faced with late fees or even had to compensate for lost books. But when parents who knew how to use a library include their offspring, explain how it all works for them, well, that’s how you foster a new generation of good library patrons.

This dad did just that. And he was very careful with the books, prompting his daughter to be the same. Every book she pulled out of the stacks, he helped her put back in the right place. That’s practically marriage material right there and it was enough to make you weak at the knees, to be honest. After almost ten years working in a public library, you were disillusioned about people in general and their intelligence in particular. Sure, you liked your job enough to not cry in the mornings when you had to leave bed, and you did enjoy the work itself (mostly), but… having to deal with people was exhausting. Having to deal with little people even more so, and the worst was having to deal with adult people who had little people with them. Parents.

Hence your absolute obsession with Hot Dad who was soft-spoken, really good with his kid, understood to appreciate the library and its services, nodded his hello to you when passing by the desk, didn’t make a mess, clearly read to his kid regularly and encouraged her to read for herself. You just didn’t get to see people like that so often, and it triggered your interest. You allowed yourself to daydream about him.

Francisco Morales. You remember his name from his last visit, when he and the kid came up to the desk with their haul. You always encouraged patrons to use the self-service check-out (the less you had to do deal with them, the better), but for this guy you were more than willing to go the extra service mile, even with the kid staring at your every move from across the desk as you registered all the loans. You silently gave her plus points for not trying to “help” like some kids did, and for the quiet but clear Thank you she gave you without prompting from her father.

You’re busying yourself with the returns, loading them onto a cart, when you hear a soft, deep voice go Excuse me behind your back. You twirl around and see Morales, pulling his baseball cap off his head to reveal curls that would make any hair model cry of envy.

“Sorry to bother you,” he offers. Take me now, you think to yourself but instead, you give him your brightest customer service smile, the one you rarely give patrons.

“No worries, how can I help?”

“We’re looking for picture books about farm animals. You don’t happen to have those separated? I noticed you have some subject areas separated.” He gestures back towards the picture book stacks where his daughter is quietly perusing.

“We don’t, but I think we have some Julia Donaldsons available, let me come and have a look.”

You don’t always offer. With most patrons, you’d tell them to look under D for Donaldson and then smile sweetly and ask them if they’re okay to do it themselves. You can’t do everything for everyone, that way they’ll never learn. But for Francisco Morales and his well-behaved little girl, you’re absolutely willing to make an exception.

There are some Donaldsons that the girl, whose name you learn is Sofia, eagerly accepts when you present her with them.

“I love fawm animals,” she sighs happily as she browses the first one. “Do you?”

“Who doesn’t love animals?” You make the effort to small talk although communicating with kids usually makes you awkward.

“What’s youw favowite? Mine is bunny. And howses. And lambs.”

“Goats! I love goats, they’re so cute and sweet and playful.” You almost add something about goats being the devil’s favorite animal as well but manage to stop yourself in time.

“Is there something else you want to ask the librarian?” Morales asks his daughter. “If not, I’m sure she has a lot of work to do, and we shouldn’t keep her any longer.”

“I’m here to help,” you shrug and give him a little smile: not a polite, impersonal one that you’d give a patron, but a more intimate one. A flirty smile. “You just need to ask.”

The smile he gives you back is warm and grateful, and you realize that he doesn’t have different facial expressions for different people. He doesn’t work in customer service because if he did, he’d know the difference. Not that you ever thought he worked in retail or anything like that, well, maybe a hardware store, but no. He just doesn’t seem like the type. The way he moves his body suggests something a lot more physical.

Oh, you’d like to get physical with him, alright…

All the sucky library-themed pick-up lines flash through your head. Can I check you out as an overnight loan? Can I insert my private collection into your empty stacks? My reference desk or yours? Am I being too loud, well, you’ll just have to shush me with your lips. You’re like an overdue library book because you have fine written all over you.

Worst part is, if Hot Dad Morales tried any of these on you, you’d probably forgive him and go for it. Maybe. You’re really not that simple, but a girl can dream, right?

The kid thanks you and you return to the relative safety of the desk and the mundane task of alphabetizing returns. You need to calm the fuck down and act professional. Daydreaming is fine but you’re barely toeing the line.

God, you need to get laid. As if that’s something that one can remedy just by walking into a store and ordering a medium dick with a side of hands and tongue.

📚📚📚

The next time you see Francisco and Sofia Morales, you’re taking your lunch break in the small park outside the library. It’s a sunny day and you didn’t fancy sitting in the breakroom with your salad, listening to colleagues talking about who cares what. So you took your lunch box, fork, and water bottle, and went to sit on the park bench the furthest away from the swing set and sandbox. The weather is nice and you enjoy yourself and your break from the library’s chat service. You never know what you’re gonna get when you work the chat: a stupid question about opening hours which anyone could google the answer to, or something more complicated like requests for books with partial or no titles, rarities, or subject areas that you don’t know much about. That’s when you get to use your whole competence and really dig deep, think outside the box, solve problems. You love it but it’s challenging at times, and takes a lot of energy. Your outdoor break is welcome.

“Hi!”

You hadn’t noticed the girl walking up to you and the greeting startles you.

“Oh, hi.”

“We’we wetuwning the animal books,” Sofia informs you seriously. You have to smile.

“Good job. You want more of those or something else this time?”

“Mowe. Will you help me find some?”

“I’m not working the desk at the children’s section today but my colleague there will absolutely help you. Just ask her.”

Now you see Morales walking towards you from the swing set, carrying the large, flowery canvas tote that says “book bag” he always brings to the library.

“Hello,” he nods with that warm smile that he definitely gives everyone. “Sofia, don’t disturb the lady on her break. I’m sure she wants some peace and quiet before she has to go back to work.”

Jesus fucking Christ. How does this man just know shit like this?

“I’m sowwy,” Sofia immediately offers. “I wanted to say hello.”

“Don’t worry, it’s okay,” you allow, although technically, he’s not wrong. “I’m almost done. It was nice to see you. I hope you have a good visit to the library.”

“Thank you!” She skips along and Morales chuckles as he takes off his baseball cap and scratches his head, swipes his long locks out of his forehead, then puts the hat back on.

“You’re her favorite, you know,” he tells you. When you raise your eyebrow, not comprehending, he hurries to elaborate. “Of the librarians. She says you’re the best.”

“Thank you, but whatever for?” You know you do a good enough job at your usual position and that your regulars appreciate you, but you are also very aware of not being at your finest in the kids’ section.

“You have to ask her,” Morales grins as he looks out for his kid, who has returned to the swing set and is pumping her legs on the swing, brows knitted in concentration. “But she’s very taken with you. I think it’s because you’re very calm and focused with her.”

Calm and focused??? You almost laugh out loud. That’s everything you’re not when you’re at the kids’ desk.

“Thanks,” you manage, because you have to say something.

“She’s also really interested in your tattoos and I definitely think she wants to get her nose pierced now,” Morales goes on. “I told her that we don’t comment on people’s appearance, but just a heads up, she might ask you about those.”

Ah, the unpredictability of children.

“I appreciate it.” You really do. You don’t mind talking about your tattoos or the septum ring you have but if a kid suddenly asks about it, you’d rather be prepared.

“Anyway, sorry to intrude on your lunch.”

“No worries,” you reassure him. “You can… sit down for a while if you want to? I have ten minutes left.”

Your heart beats faster at your proposal. It’s not exactly appropriate but you just want to enjoy his company for a moment. And discreetly sniff him because he smells so fucking good, woodsy and smokey but with a hint of… vanilla? You’re terrible at recognizing smells but it reminds you of some aroma reeds you had a couple of years ago that smelled like a wood cabin with vanilla sugar spilled on the floor. You loved it but like everything you love, it was discontinued.

Morales looks over at his daughter before nodding, the book bag slipping down from his shoulder as he places it next to the bench.

“If you’re sure?”

“Wouldn’t offer if I wasn’t.”

He likes your straightforward answer, you can tell from how his eyes crinkle a little and how relaxed his body language is when he sits down.

“I’m Frankie, by the way,” he says, like he just remembered that introductions are a normal part of human interaction. He extends his right hand to you and as you accept it and tell him your name, you can’t help but marvel at how huge his hand is. Big, warm, slightly damp but not in a weird way.

“Nice to meet you, Frankie.” Frankie. Francisco Morales is Frankie. It suits him better than Francisco, to be honest.

“And that’s Sofia.” He points to the girl who seems content swinging by herself. You realize you’re expected to say something nice about her to the proud dad.

“She seems sweet.”

“Yeah, she’s awesome. And she loves coming to the library, it’s all she talks about when I have her.” He clears his throat and adds: “Her mother and I got divorced quite recently. I only get her five days every other week.”

“Sorry to hear that.” Shit, it’s divorce and custody talk from the start. You have no idea how to respond to that.

“That’s life,” he shrugs, “but I figured that going to the library every time I get her could be a good routine to ground her. And then we have books that we can read together for her entire stay.”

It’s definitely a good routine as far as you can tell.

“When I was between nine and thirteen years old, my dad would take me to the local library every Monday evening,” you tell him, smiling at the memory. “My dad never opened a book in his life but he patiently read the auto and tech magazines while I collected half the kids’ section with me. When I went to tell him that I was done, he always pretended to object to the amounts, but then he’d help me carry it all to the car.”

As you tell him this, you’re looking at him, no, staring at the patchy, grey-splashed beard he’s sporting. It’s the most fascinating thing you’ve ever seen. What’s the story there, why doesn’t it grow evenly? Is this a thing? You don’t have enough experience in the field of facial hair. Is it genetic? Is it always like this?

He keeps looking at his daughter as he listens to you with a small smile on his face, clearly enjoying your little anecdote.

“That’s lovely,” he says, turning his attention back to you when you’re finished. “Dads and daughters, huh?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

You pick up your phone to check the time. Shit. You have to return to the chat.

“I gotta go. Lunch break’s over.”

You collect your things and stand up, brushing off your skirt. Frankie stands up as well and picks up the book bag.

“I’ll see you in there?”

“I’m not a the desk today.”

“Oh.” He seems disappointed, his eyes flickering from you to the ground. “That’s too bad.”

“And the kids' section isn't my primary department.”

“The bad news just keep on coming, don't they,” he jokes as the two of you start to walk towards the entrance. Sofia jumps from the swing and comes running.

“She's not at the desk today, daddy,” she tells Frankie precociously.

“I know, mija. We'll have to ask someone else about the animal books, okay?”

Sofia doesn't seem too happy with this solution but nods. You take your leave before she has the opportunity to ask about your body modifications, and disappear through a door marked “Staff Only”.

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The following weeks you seem to see Frankie everywhere. You run into him at the supermarket and get drafted into advicing him on what cereal to buy for his kid. “Something healthy, but good so she'll actually eat it.” How the hell should I know? you want to scoff, but you're simping for him enough to help him choose something you'd never in a thousand years touch yourself. You see him in town one afternoon when you're running errands and he suggests you grab a coffee - holy hell, in your book that's a fucking date - but you decline as kindly as you can, citing a busy schedule when in fact you're mostly just scared out of your mind. The daydream is becoming a little too real and you're absolutely not ready for that, especially not because of the kid. If it wasn't for Sofia, you could have dared the leap, but dating a guy relatively fresh out of a marriage, and with a kid to boot? No, that's asking for trouble and you don't want trouble.

One afternoon at the kids' desk, you once again get to help Sofia find books, this time on sharks.

“She went from farm animals to sharks in one week,” Frankie confides in you when the girl is sitting quietly in a reading nook, carefully studying every page and occasionally widening her eyes at what you suspect is pictures of shark teeth. “It's sharks this and sharks that. She asks if there are sharks in every body of water she sees, from the pond in the park to the ditch outside my parents' house.”

“Have her watch Jaws and she will never want to think about sharks ever again,” you suggest, earning a laugh although the idea was probably a little bit on the morbid side.

“Maybe, but that would probably scar her for life. I actually want her to learn how to swim.”

“Then best not.”

You pick up a couple of books someone else left behind on a table and make a gesture that says I have to re-shelve these, come with and Frankie follows you to the right shelf.

“You know, she talks about you as her friend at the library.”

Now, some people would find that adorable but you don't. You're not friends with this kid, you're in a position where you could possibly influence her keenness to literature and literacy but you will always risk critique from her guardians. Being a children's librarian is like a hybrid between being in customer service, and being a teacher. You get to form young malleable minds but you are always subjected to criticism, even when you've done nothing wrong. Kids are patrons, like adults, and to have them see you as friends is only going to complicate things.

“That's nice,” you reply carefully, not really sure what else to say. It's so hard to talk to parents sometimes, one wrong words and you're basically Satan, you can't know because you don't have kids yourself, how dare you not worship the ground my offspring just vomited all over?

“You're definitely her favorite librarian.”

That you can take. You have a couple of adult patrons who come in regularly and prefer to get their reading recommendations from you. They always have time to discuss literature and they bring you a box of chocolates for Christmas.

“Well, she's easy to help. She always knows what she wants and she's polite. And quite easy to please,” you smile, meaning every word. You don't mention that the only time you like kids is when they're like Sofia is right now: reading quietly in a corner, handling the books with care.

“You're my favorite librarian as well,” Frankie adds, and now that sweet smile he's always wearing when you see him is shy. There's definitely a red tinge on his cheekbones as well and it makes you want to lean forward and kiss him on his goddamn mouth with that goddamn full lower lip that he sometimes sucks into his mouth or fucking licks...

“How many librarians do you know?” you ask and manage to sound easy-going, or at least you think so. The laugh Frankie produces is low and rolling and it makes your stomach coil in on itself. Fuck him and that deep voice he rode in on!

“Got me there. It's basically you and Mrs Wilkerson, the school librarian who scared the shit out of me when I was in elementary school. She made sure I didn't step foot in a library until, well, now.”

“Oh, I so wanted to be a librarian like that when I was a kid!” You grin at Frankie's horrified expression. “No, no, hear me out! I always had this idea that those librarians led these super rich, fulfilling lives as night-time vigilantes or that they were actually millionaires who spent their free time floating around in pools with fancy drinks in hand.”

“Were you... a normal child, besides these illusions?” Frankie teases you and before you can stop yourself, you're slapping his arm playfully. Like a girlfriend would. Or someone more intimate than a Favorite Librarian, at any rate.

“I'll have you know that the voices in my head are saying that we had a very normal and healthy childhood,” you reply with as much dignity as you can muster, while desperately wishing for the phone to ring or another patron to ask for your help. But no, the ones present seem to be managing on their own - except for one mom who seemed to have overheard your joke because she is now staring at you with hesitation in her eyes.

It's Sofia who comes to your rescue with her request of being taken to the bathroom. By the time she and Frankie are done there, your colleague has come to relieve you of your duties at the children's section.

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You knew of course that it was coming. You may not be that experienced in the terms of dating and relationships but you weren't stupid and you had some experience: Frankie was going to ask you out. It had to happen. Technically, it had already happened that afternoon in town when he asked you out for coffee. He maybe didn't see it as a date, but you certainly did.

It happened when you had just started your shift in the children's section and it was a fucking mess. A class of kindergarteners had just left and the teachers hadn't bothered to keep them in check, so there were not only books on every available surface, they were also put in the wrong way and in the wrong places. Your colleague who you were relieving stayed behind to help you, feeling too bad to leave it all to you.

That's when Daddy and Daughter Morales showed up. You weren't really happy about the existence of kids in the first place but made an effort for Sofia, who brought you a drawing she had made in preschool that day. It featured some figures in green, slightly reminiscent of animals and one human but you wouldn't be able to tell. Luckily, Frankie explained it to you.

“She's waited all day to give you this drawing of you with goats.”

“Wow,” you manage. “Thank you, Sofia, this was so kind of you.”

The girl is beaming with pride. “Will you put it on the wall?”

“Super probably!”

“I can see you're busy,” Frankie notes and ushers Sofia along. “We won't distract you. Come on, honey, let her do her job now and maybe you'll get to talk to her later.”

You nod your thanks and focus on cleaning up the entire department before you colleague leaves and Frankie and Sofia come to the desk to borrow this week' picks. Sofia seems uncharacteristically giddy.

“Do you want to come with us to the awbowetum?” she asks with a wide, expectant smile. Fuck shit ass hell.

“We're going on Saturday,” Frankie fills in, “and we were both hoping you'd want to join?”

Saturday. Thank goodness.

“Sorry, I work on Saturday,” you say, trying to sound rueful. It's true and you're relieved about not having to lie. “But thanks, it's sweet of you to ask.”

Sofia is clearly disappointed and so is Frankie, but he masks it better.

“Some other time, yeah?”

If it were only him, you'd tell him it wasn't a good idea. But you can't say that with the kid right in front of you. You may not like kids but that doesn't mean you want to scar them for life.

“Yeah, maybe.”

You loan them the books and as they leave, Sofia waves happily at you and Frankie shoots you one last smile that makes you press your thighs together in your seat.

Come Saturday, you're by your usual desk in the section for adult fiction and you almost fall off your chair when you see Frankie come up the stairs and straight up to the desk.

“Hi.” He's had a haircut and a shave and looks different. Still good, but very different. The dark locks of his hair are more tamed. The mustache is still there but you miss the patchy beard.

“Um, hi? Where's Sofia?”

“In the car, with a friend. We're going to the arboretum.”

“Right. I hope you have a good time, the arboretum's lovely.” You still don't understand what he's doing here and he seems to have some difficulty in telling you. Moving his weight from one foot to the other, he scratches his neck and looks down - why does he have to be so freaking cute? - before looking up at you.

“About that... I wanted to apologize. I wasn't sure it was a good idea to ask you to come with, but Sofia was so persistent. She likes you so much. I didn't mean to put you on the spot like that. I'm sorry.”

“That's alright,” you brush it off because there's not really anything else you can say. “Don't think about it, just go have a good day.”

“I also wanted to ask if you wanted to go grab a drink with me. Just me. Maybe next week when Sofia's at her mother's.”

Fuck, there it is. His hopeful face makes you hate yourself for the answer you have to give.

“I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Frankie,” you begin carefully. “I'm really flattered, but you're... recently divorced with a kid. That's a lot of baggage and things could get complicated. I don't want to get caught up in that.”

You've practiced this speech at home but it still breaks your fucking heart because Frankie is so good-looking, kind, funny, and sweet. You would've asked him out yourself already if it wasn't for the baggage. Fuck, you masturbate to the thought of him, for crying out loud! You imagine what it would be like to be with him, to make dinner together and watch movies and go to bed and wake up in each other's arms. You think about sex with him a lot. You make an effort with your appearance those days you know he'll show up at the library, you don't even mind the kids' section that much anymore because you get to talk to him.

You are fucking in love with him, or at least the idea of him because you don't know much about him, only that he used to be a pilot in the special forces but now he trains new pilots, he has best friends who are like uncles to Sofia (and who have been asking about this mystery librarian she always keeps talking about), he likes cooking and loves baking with his daughter, he hates working out but knows he should take better care of himself, hell, you even know what brand of milk he buys.

He's clearly disappointed but keeps a brave face, one that you can see right through because he wears his heart on his sleeve.

“I understand that,” he says quietly, mildly. “I'm sorry, I hope I didn't embarrass you.”

Jesus fucking Christ can this man not???

“No, don't worry. I'm sorry I couldn't give you the answer you wanted. It's just... not a good time.”

Shit. You shouldn't have said that. Now he might think it could be a better time later.

Frankie nods and smiles sadly. “Yeah, you're probably right.”

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, me too.”

He clears his throat and nods. “I better be going. You have a good weekend now.”

“You too.”

He shoots you one final smile before he turns around and leaves. As you watch him go down the stairs to the exit level, you just want to call his name, do your run through the airport and hurry after him, throw yourself into his arms, kiss him, Jesus, imagine that somewhere there's someone who'll get to kiss him some day, tell him that you made a huge mistake and you want to go out with him, you want to have drinks with him and dinner and breakfast and lunch for the rest of your lives because nothing would make you happier than making him happy. You want to be the reason his eyes crinkle and his cheek displays that little dimple that makes you lose your train of thought every time you see it.

But it's not for you. People with kids need to prioritize their kids and you know that you can't be anyone's number two. You don't want to get caught up in custody disputes, you don't want to be "your father's new slut", you don't want to be anyone's stepmom. You don't want to have to spend five days a week in the same house as a five-year-old. Being in a relationship is difficult enough as it is and if you can make choices that avoid some of the problems, you're going to make them, no matter how much it hurts.

And it hurts. A lot. But so much in life hurts and you've made it through before.

He must already be out the door, probably in the car. Does he say something about this to his daughter and friend? Is it a female friend? No, it must be one of his army buddies, probably one of the brothers.

You pull up Frankie's profile in the library database and see his phone number. You could call him anytime. Or send a text. Keep talking to him, flirting.

Shit. It's a bad idea.

A patron approaches the desk and you force yourself to look mild and service-minded.

“Hi, do you have Hate To Want You by someone called... Ray, I think?”

“Please hold a moment, I'll check.” You stifle the sigh that threatens to escape you and hope that the day will be busy so you won't have time to think about Francisco Morales again.

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Best Friend’s Brother

Conrad (The Dark Pictures Anthology: Man of Medan) x Reader (Male)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Mild Angst

Summary: Having been invited to the boat trip by his best friend Julia, Y/N can’t help but wish he never accepted the invitation because now he has to deal with being stuck on a boat with the boy he’s had a crush on for years with no real way to avoid him.

Requested by @dark-pictures-until-dawn Hi hun! Thank you so much for your request, sorry to have kept you waiting for so long but here it finally is and I really hope you enjoy the read! (I used he/him pronouns but if you want them changed feel free to let me know!) Love, Vy ❤

I have no idea what I was thinking when I agreed to go on this trip. I don’t know what on God’s green Earth I was thinking but here we are now sitting on a boat, at open water with no land for miles. And I’m sitting here, face to face with him, but I’m completely frozen. Unable to say a single damn thing. Maybe that’s a good thing though, I’d probably embarrass myself if I did say something.

Let me give you a bit of backstory to how I found myself in this situation.

My parents are very close to Julia and Conrad’s family, given that our mothers used to go to high school together and have remained best friends ever since. That’s how I met the two siblings and was quick to grow a friendship with them both. Despite being Julia’s age, I found myself always gravitating towards Conrad but the girl is still my best friend - she’d probably kill me if I let her brother take that title from her. Truth be told, he could never take her title - I could never see Conrad as a best friend.

Not when my feelings towards him are anything but platonic.

No, I did not tell Julia about said feelings and no I don’t plan on telling her either. I’d never hear the end of it if I did tell her about it. She’d chew me up about it, making my romantic interest for her brother the main topic of discussion (read: teasing and mocking). Don’t get me wrong, I love Julia to death and there are never any secrets between us.

Well, there weren’t any until a few years ago when I realized my fondness for the dumbass she calls brother goes beyond just friendship and similarity. That it had more of a romantic nature that I was not prepared to have to deal with. And, in all honesty, I don’t think I’ve dealt with at all even now. I mean, it’s probably obvious thanks to the silence that’s taken over the deck of the boat where I’m currently sitting with Conrad, monitoring Alex and Julia’s dive while Fliss is tending to a seasick Brad downstairs.

“Hey Y/N, want a beer?“ When the comfortable but odd silence is broken, no one would be shocked to find it out it was done so by Conrad. I’m surprised he even managed to stay silent for so long.

“No thanks, I’ll keep the alcohol at bay until tonight when everyone’s onboard.“ It’s not a complete lie, that’s what I like about it.

You see, I’ve never got drunk with Conrad in the vicinity and I don’t wanna risk my drunk ass outing me and my silly and have neither him nor I remember it the next morning. So, to avoid getting carried with the drinking, I won’t be starting now and I’ll make sure to limit myself even tonight to three beers tops. I’m no lightweight but I’m no daredevil either.

“You’re oddly quiet.“ Conrad says when he returns with a beer in his hand, the glass bottle stained with droplets, suggesting he’s just taken it out of one of the coolers we brought. He presses the bottle to the side of his neck where he got a sunburn yesterday, some droplets trickling down his skin. He doesn’t seem to mind it as he keeps his focused gaze on me, a mildly concerned frown upon his face as he studies my expression, “Something wrong? You know you can tell me anything. That’s what best friends are for, after all.“ He smirks, putting extra emphasis on the word ‘best‘.

I laugh but I cringe inwardly. Something about calling him ‘best friend’ feels so unnatural and odd and out-of-place I can’t even describe it. I know it may sound ridiculous but if you’ve ever had a crush there’s a high chance that you can relate. “Don’t worry, if it were worth mentioning, I’d tell you.“ I blow off his concerns, using his own method against him.

He’s known to do that - sweep all his troubles under the rug and stand atop it to make sure they don’t try to escape and resurface while he’s keeping his bright smile on his face, avoiding showing any other expression. I’m no fool and neither is no one around him, at least the ones who know him well and are close to him. Us who he considers friends know that it’s not all smiles and sunshine in his life either.

Wish I could pull that rug from under him and see what’s really going on with him but not even Julia is allowed to do so, let alone me.

Thankfully though, before things could get any more awkward, Julia and Alex resurface with some rather exciting news - they went in as boyfriend and girlfriend and came back as an engaged couple.

And just like that, all thoughts surrounding Conrad were thrown out of my head. Ok, maybe not completely, but they were suppressed into some dark corner of my brain.

* * *

“You’ve got Connie worried.“ I yelp when my best friend plops her ass down next to me on the deck, her second bottle of beer half empty by now while I’m still nursing my first as though I’m trying to save more beers for the rest of the people on board. We already have plenty of beers in stock but even if we didn’t, considering the sickness he had to endure earlier, Brad isn’t drinking, leaving his share at our disposal. Therefore, Jules is quick to catch onto my slow drinking.

I tilt my bottle in her direction, “I want to avoid getting sick like Brad did, thank you very much. The last thing I’m looking forward to is kneeling by the edge of the boat, puking my guts out.“

Julia laughs, clinking her bottle against mine before taking a swig. I take one too, hoping it fuels my courage at least a tiny bit to try and lead this conversation properly, “Nah, that’s not what he meant - although, I doubt Brad’s sickness was an alcohol issue.” She shakes her head, pushing aside a few blond locks to be able to look at me better. That’s when I feel like her gaze is piercing into my soul and I wish I knew how to shield myself from that. There’s a big issue with having your crush’s sister be your best friend, especially when she has a sixth sense for when there’s something off with me. “But you have been avoiding him, don’t deny it.” My eyes widen against my will and my mouth falls open as I try to defend myself and deflect her argument, but she raises a finger to signal me to keep my thoughts to myself while she’s talking. “Did he say something inappropriate while we were gone? Just tell me, I’ll end him!”

“Relax, Jules, Conrad would never do such a thing. Especially not with someone he cares about.“ Alex interferes - God bless his soul - and takes a seat next to Julia, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“I’ve known Connie for as long as I’ve known you, J. You should know by now that, even at the odd chance he does say something inappropriate, I have a reply ready at all times.“ I shoot her a wink in an attempt to wipe away the concerned expression on her face.

Alex contributes, “See? Nothing to worry about. Now let Y/N enjoy his beer and you enjoy yours.”

I shoot Alex a grateful smile over behind Julia’s back, subtly tilting my bottle towards him - a gesture he understands perfectly and does so in return. However, his fiancée refuses to give up the argument.

“No, no, no. There is definitely something to worry about and I’ll get it out of him if it’s the last thing I ever do.“ She narrows her eyes at me, forcing me to instinctively back away as if that’s gonna help me at all. Then, this woman pulls a 180 on me, going from an angry detective to a disappointed and betrayed friend, “Damn it, Y/N! I always tell you everything and you are just a closed book! How is that fair?!“

It may or may not be a tactic but she’s got a point - I rarely tell her things. I’m the listener of the duo and she’s the talker: she shares, I absorb the info; she’s upset, I listen and comfort her accordingly; she has something troubling her, I’m the one she shares it with. It’s rarely ever the other way around. And I can see why it bothers her.

What’s a little truth to pay her back for all the ones she’s told me? Well, the problem is that this particular truth is far from little and it would be the equivalent of descending into my own grave willingly.

It could also help you, you know?

Yeah, sure it can. Sure it can....

“Ok fine!“ I cut her off because this woman can never run out of words to use against me when she wants to.

Her fiancée is quick to give me a sympathizing look, “No, Y/N, you don’t have to...”

“No, it’s ok, Alex. I owe her this much...“ I sigh, looking at the doorway leading to the lower level of the boat where Conrad went a while ago and doesn’t seem like he’s in a hurry to return, much to my relief. I sigh, succumbing to the inevitable, “Jules, I’m only gonna say this once and no, I won’t elaborate but I need you to promise me you won’t freak the hell out. Got it?“

The blond girl rolls her eyes, “Come on Y/N, are we in middle school or something?”

Oh she’s so not ready to hear this...

“Fine, then I bet you won’t be bothered by my crush on your brother at all.“ I huff out before I can rethink the words I’d use or how I’d phrase the sentence. It just left my body as though it has been waiting to do so for a while no. That wouldn’t surprise me though, it’s been one heavy weight to carry around.

There’s a long moment of silence. Alex and I both gaze at Julia who is pulling off the most impressive poker face I’ve ever seen but I have no time to dwell on that considering I’m too busy keeping my stomach from turning completely and forcing me to throw up the small amount of food I’ve eaten and the beer I’ve had to drink. When Julia opens her mouth to talk, I raise the bottle to my lips to shut myself up and calm myself down. “The only thing that bothers me is the fact you didn’t tell me sooner.“

To say I’m flabbergasted would be an understatement. I’ve seen Julia freak out over smaller things but she’s calm about this?! I’m impressed. But then again, I shouldn’t speak too soon - this might just be the calm before the storm.

“If I knew you’d be this chill about it I wouldn’t have waited so long.“ I admit sheepishly, fidgeting with my hands now that I’ve put the bottle aside. “It’s unlike you to be this calm about something....like this.“ I cannot find the right words to describe ‘this‘ but I know she gets me and that’s a relief.

“I’m a drama queen when I wanna be and a strategic player when I have to be, Y/N, how come you don’t know that?“ She smirks at me, all self-assured and whatnot. Wish I had at least a fragment of her self-esteem. “Speaking of strategic, leave it all to me. The two of you will be together in no time.“ She nudges me in the ribs with her elbow, giving me a wink that makes my blood run cold, my eyes opening wide as plates.

“No way, J! No fucking way.“ I feverously shake my head, the idea itself making me feel so terrified and unsure like I’ve never felt before. “You won’t do anything just like I won’t do anything. He doesn’t see me that way and that’s that, no room for negotiating.“

She scoffs, “Oh please. Have you known him all his life? Have you seen him through every darn moment of his life - from being a pathetic loser in middle school to the playboy in high school? No you haven’t. Well, I have and I can say with all the certainty within me that the way he looks at you is a dead giveaway of how he feels for you. He’s had many romantic partners, and I’ve never once seen him look at them the way he looks at you, Y/N.”

I narrow my eyes at her, “You do realize you’re contradicting your own point here - he’s never looked at me the way he looks at his romantic partners means he’s never seen me as a romantic partner!”

Julia shakes her head, “Goddammit, Y/N, you’re really trying to explain my brother to me? I’m telling you, the look he gives you is a lot more meaningful, a lot more special, unlike any look he’s ever given anyone.” The girl scans my face, looking for something I’m not sure she’ll find. “He adores you, Y/N. Perhaps even more than you.”

The words have no time to sink in an be processed by my spasming brain when I hear a familiar voice come from my right, “Wait, what?! What did I miss?”

If Conrad doesn’t have the best timing ever, I don’t know who does...

“Oh dear brother, we’ve been missing out on A LOT.“ Julia says, using every bit of insinuation she can to get me on-edge.

Conrad’s confused gaze darts between the three of us: Alex, who’s still in the processing phase, Julia who’s smiling widely and me who’s downright terrified. I now wish I had another beer bottle handy. It’d keep me occupied if nothing else.

Suddenly, the engaged couple arise from their seats and begin walking away - not without Julia flashing Conrad and I a big grin that says ‘Have fun, you two!’ as though she doesn’t know how much I’m sweating right now.

Conrad however doesn’t seem to notice the teasing undertones as he takes the seat opposite me, tightly holding onto his beer bottle when his gaze meets mine. There’s a smirk on his face but I don’t see even a trace of it in his eyes, leading me to believe it’s ingenuine and forced which is something I never thought I’d see on Connie’s face - a fake smile. It’s almost disturbing to witness.

“Well, well, well, has our boy scout found himself a significant other? Sorry if I’m far from the mark, I’m just shooting in the dark here. I didn’t get to hear much so I might be really inaccurate.“

I shake my head, “No, no, you’re pretty close actually.“ I was prepared to deny it to my grave but here I am confessing like a fool, “It’s a potential significant other. To be fair, there’s no potential whatsoever but a boy can dream.“

He quirks up a curious brow, “Why’d you be so sure?”

Well fuck, I didn’t think it that far through.

I attempt to play it off cool, shrugging my shoulder nonchalantly, “I’m not his type at all. I just know he doesn’t see me the way I see him. Hell, I’m not even sure he’s into guys and even....“

Conrad doesn’t let me finish though, shutting my up with his lips pressed against mine. I can’t recall when he closed the distance between us, I can’t even remember seeing him get up from his spot on the bench. Were my eyes closed? I have no clue, all I know is that they’re shut now and I’m afraid that this will all turn out to be a dream if I open them.

Therefore, I keep them shut even after we pull away, our faces still remaining inches away from one another.

“You still think he doesn’t like guys?“ The cocky fucker asks in a mumble, chuckling slightly.

I should probably feel timid, embarrassed or nervous or anything else that would fit well in this situation but all I feel is relief and all I can do is tilt my head back and laugh my heart out at the one thought that pops into my head:

I may have been the last person to know I had a crush on Conrad

Connie doesn’t allow me to spiral any further. He instead takes a gentle hold of the back of my neck, bringing me in for another kiss.

Man, is our story a cliché though - the story of how a dumbass (me) fell in love with his best friend’s brother.

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moldisgoodforyou · 3 years

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i love you, say it back

wordcount: 1.8k

warning: you might gag it’s pretty fucking cute also there’s cursing there is always cursing

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“Hey, Soph.” Rafe tried snapping her out of her thoughts as she mumbled to herself, trying to calculate her midterm grades. Sophie had been chewing on her lip for the past ten minutes, anxious about if she could pull off an A in two of her classes or if she could manage a B+ on her global history midterm. “Hm?” She mumbled, keeping her eyes tracked on her calculation in her notebook.

“You’re stressing me out.” He nudged her foot under the table, trying to get her to look up. They were alone in her architecture lab, late at night, and Rafe was mainly keeping her company, just doing some homework while she was working on a model. It was a typical spot for them on Thursday nights, if he wasn’t able to convince her to go out instead.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re free to leave then.” She replied, tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Soph.” He tried catching her attention again, looking at her with a fond smile.

She glanced up with an apologetic look. “Sorry, didn’t mean it.”

“I know. Hey, let’s take a break, we’ve been here for five hours. What are you working on now?” Rafe came around and stood behind her, pulling her shoulders back to rub them.

She resisted for a second then let her head fall back, closing her eyes for a moment. “I’m figuring out my grades. I need at least an 84 on my global history midterm to pull it up, and I need a solid 87 on this model to keep my A in environmental studies, and an 88 on my other one to keep the A in programming, which is going to be fucking impossible, and -”

“You’ll be fine, baby, you’re a great student, you work hard. Take a break.” He urged, trying to tug her up out of her chair. She spun in the chair, looking up at him. “You don’t understand. I can’t, I still have at least 20 hours left on this one model.”

“You have a whole week -”

She scrunched up her nose in the familiar way she did when she was frustrated and Rafe had to resist grinning at her. He had made that mistake once, maybe twice, and she had just gotten pissed off that he wasn’t taking her seriously. “No, I have to get this portfolio perfect too. I’m applying to master’s programs next year and if I half-ass this project then it’ll show.”

He took her hands, tugging again to pull her up. “Soph, I love you, but you gotta stop putting so much pressure on yourself. Let’s take a break.”

I love you.

She froze and tuned out every single word after that, just blinking up at him.

“You what?”

“I said you need to stop putting -”

Sophie shook her head quickly. “No, before that. You said you loved me.”

Rafe raised his eyebrows, his arms going slack and he dropped her hands, exhaling slowly. “Oh. Did I?”

She spoke quickly, anxious, and grabbed one of his hands. “If you didn’t mean it that’s fine, I -”

“No!” He interrupted her and knelt down to her eye level in the chair. “I did! I do. I mean it.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand, keeping eye contact and softened his voice a bit. “I love you.”

Sophie gave him a tight-lipped smile, clearly nervous. “Really? Me?”

“Of course you.” He grabbed the chair beside her and pulled it to sit, then rubbed his thumb back and forth over her hand, growing tense again. “I wish it hadn’t just slipped out like that, but I’d been meaning to tell you.” He paused. “I’ve known for a while now, I think.”

She finally came to her senses and pulled him in with both hands on either side of his face, giving him a deep kiss. He finally relaxed and smiled against her lips. “I...you’re my favorite, you know?” She grinned.

He nodded and did his best to hold back his disappointment, his heart pounding in his ears and all he could think was she didn’t say it back. “Yeah. Better be.”

She kissed him again, long and slow, then pulled back just enough to rest her forehead against his. “I, um...I can’t...” Sophie trailed off, hoping he’d get the hint.

Rafe cocked his head. “Can’t what?”

She leaned away, biting her lip anxiously. “I can’t say it back. I’m sorry, it’s not like I don’t - I don’t know -”

His face fell for a moment but he recovered quickly, forcing a short smile. “Hey, hey.” He interrupted, cutting her off with a quick kiss. “I know. It’s okay. Let’s just... let’s go take a break. Walk around, move a little.”

“I don’t know, Rafe, I gotta finish this -”

“Not asking, angel.” He stood, tugging on her hands again. She gave him a wry smile, shaking her head. “You know what that does to me, not fair.” Rafe laughed and nodded. “I know. C’mon, I’ll drag you out of here if I have to. Ten minute walk and then I’ll let you work again.”

She laughed and stood, giving him a quick hug first. He caught her around the waist and wrapped his arms around her, tight. “Love you, Soph. You’re my girl, don’t forget it.” She only nodded, words on the tip of her tongue as she rested her head against his chest. “Hey Rafe?”

“What’s up?” He held her for a little while longer, smoothing his hand over her hair.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbled, not willing to look at him. She’d felt it coming from him for a while and had tried to prepare herself, but the weight of his words fell on her like a ton of bricks.

“You don’t need to apologize.” He kissed the top of her head, then let her go. “Come on, let’s go walk.” He cleared his throat. “Get your mind off of things.”

She didn’t need a translator to know what things meant.

Although every single instinct in Sophie was screaming at her to distance herself from Rafe for the next decade until he lost interest, she made herself continue to hang out with him like normal. She saw the way Rafe’s face dropped after she told him she couldn’t say it back and absolutely hated the way it made her feel - something that made her stop and think.

She’d never let herself get too attached in previous relationships, always being the one to break it off first. Usually she allowed herself a week-long maximum mourning period, then moved on to the next thing. The fact that Rafe even cared enough to say he loved her made her want to stay, to try, just for him.

Rafe was a little distant on his own part, trying not to get too upset with Sophie for not returning the sentiment. After all, he felt like he’d known since December - only two months into dating - and it didn’t feel right for him to say it then. He was a little hurt, but he’d also tried telling her at least twice already and chickened out. He just hoped she was feeling the same way.

Two weeks later, she snuck Rafe into the Theta house up the fire escape. She had just turned in her final project and declared a celebration was in order. He had the routine down by then - walk over, wait around the corner ‘til the coast was clear, hop the gate then come up the fire escape to the top floor. Allie and Julia were just leaving as he was climbing up the stairs, trying his best to keep quiet.

“Skip the fifteenth step.” Julia advised him as they watched him scale the stairs from the parking lot. Rafe paused, unable to place the voice in the dark and tucked a shoebox under his arm, not sure if he should hide or just run. “I’m not causing any trouble, I swear.” Allie laughed and shone her phone flashlight on him. “Just us, Cameron, we won’t tell.”

“Oh.” He laughed. “Is Soph up there waiting?”

“Yeah, will you convince her to come out with us tomorrow? She’s being lame.” Julia called out.

“I’ll do my best. Can you stop shining the light? I’m gonna get her in trouble.”

“Climb faster.” Allie teased as Sophie pushed open the door up top. “You two are the worst, you know that?” She called down, grinning as Rafe made it up.

“Yeah, yeah, you love us!” Julia yelled back, much louder than necessary. Sophie laughed and grabbed Rafe’s hand, pulling him down the hall and into her room quickly. “Are they gonna give me shit every time I come over?” He asked, smiling.

“Yeah, but it’s ‘cause they like you.” She raised her eyebrows. “What’s in the box?”

Rafe grinned, holding out the shoebox with a poorly-tied ribbon on top. “Made you something, to celebrate. Presentation isn’t quite there, but. It’s something.”

“Something.” She repeated, raising her eyebrows. Sophie took the box and untied the ribbon, then gasped when she opened it. “Rafe, you didn’t!” Inside were 7 cupcakes, haphazardly decorated with pink frosting - her favorite color.

He beamed, rocking back on his heels. “I hope they’re okay, I had to use the fancy ovens we have in the Delt kitchen. And it’s just from a box, but the box is normally okay, I think? James stole one - he didn’t know - but he thought it was good.”

She pulled out her phone to take a quick video of them first, then panned the video up to Rafe. He pushed her phone away with a grin, turning a little red. “It’s kind of cheesy, I guess. But. You deserve it. I’m proud of you.”

“God, I love you.” She breathed out, grinning ear to ear.

He paused for a moment, seeming to process, then came over and wrapped her in a tight hug. “You said it back.”

“I mean it.” She kissed him quickly, a blush on her cheeks. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” He replied, pressing his lips to her forehead. She giggled and reached up, swiping her thumb across his cheek. “You have dried frosting on your face.” He scowled but let her rub it away. “Pretty sure there’s flour in my hair too.”

“How’d you know I wanted cake?”

“You mentioned it last week when we watched Matilda, you said you wanted to celebrate with it when you finished finals. But more importantly, you love me back.” He grinned.

“I do.” She laughed. “I mean it, too. I love you.”

“I could hear you say that for ages.” He smiled, looking pleased. “I swear I’ll never get tired of it.”

“Careful what you wish for.” She teased and reached up to kiss him again.

Rafe laughed against her lips, then pulled away just to press his forehead against hers. “I’m glad you waited, you know. I didn’t want you to say it back just to say it.”

“You know I would have held out longer if I didn’t mean it.” She nudged her nose against his. “You’re still my favorite though.”

He beamed and nudged her nose back. “Always my favorite, Soph.”

#rafe x sophie #mine #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron #outer banks #obx fanfic #outer banks fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #college rafe #frat rafe

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mrvdocks · 4 years

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Is This Love?

- It had to be that fateful day that you two stumbled into his spree. The day that would mentally fuck with you forever. - Spree AU

♫ - The thinking you’re the better man The danger I don't I understand

Word Count: 3K

Warnings: Blood, language, some attraction to a serial murderer, standard final girl

pic credit: @pinkresources

You don’t know where everything went wrong. Things just went downhill so fast that you barely had a chance to even blink.

Yet here you were, covered in who you thought was your best friend’s blood, a giddy Kurt, and a million people watching.

This couldn’t be the same sweet unassuming guy you’d met before, right?

Everything about him was off now. His tone, his style, his demeanor. Maybe you chose not to see the undertones of insanity to him. Because you were just as alone as he was in the end.

Looking back now, he was definitely stalking his prey. Whether that was you or her, whoever gave him the most leverage and made him a household name. A name to either be feared or admired.

It had to be that fateful day that you two stumbled into his spree. The day that would mentally fuck with you forever.

It was supposed to be a normal day, just get your friend, in and out of some of her busiest and various interviews. You were her assistant, even if she tried to coin it some other term or just called you her friend, plain and simple.

Your pairing made you feel somewhat self conscious. Here she was, pretty, leggy, adored by fans online, the facade she had constructed for herself when in reality she was just manipulative and vindictive. This definitely wasn’t the crowd you wanted to work with, alas here you were.

“Remind me what we’re doing.” She said, eyes still completely glued to the phone.

“Variety wanted that challenge video with you.”

“Perfect, now,’ she took her eyes off of the screen and paused her typing. “Where’s the car?”

“What car?”

She rolled her eyes, “Those shitheads didn’t get me a car? How do they expect us to get there, walking?”

Sometimes you wondered how she made it this far. Probably because everyone wanted to be used by her.

“Relax, I’ll just order a ride again.” You whipped out your phone, picking a red app out of the hundreds of others that caught your eye.

“Relax? Do you know how hard it is for me? I could be in the Maldives by now but no you told me to do this stupid interview because you’re poor.”

The insult didn’t exactly sting you as much as it would’ve a year ago. As a media graduate you thought you’d be working within the big leagues, not with a prissy and bitchy vlogger who wanted everything at the drop of a hat.

Plus this interview came with some big bucks and if you could manage to nail this without fail, you could quit the very next day.

“Sorry, look, it’s just today and then tomorrow you can go out and do whatever you want.”

She whines, eyes back onto her phone and tweeting about her hardships. While the princess waited you kept an eye on passing cars, anything that would match the one on your screen.

A car pulls up in front of you both, the windows of the passenger seat rolling down to greet you.

“Kurt, right?”

He nods with a smirk, definitely inviting you in but also reminding you of someone. You make your way to the backseat, but are pushed aside as your friend takes her place in the middle of the row. You laugh nervously, glancing at Kurt as you take the passenger seat.

“What’s with all these cameras? Are you like in a reality show?” Your friend blurts out, prompting Kurt to glance at her.

“It’s just for safety. Wait are you - oh my god you are!” Kurt gushes, making the connection of the celebrity in his backseat.

Your friend flashes her pearly whites at Kurt, loving to be the center of attention.

“No way. Bobby is not gonna believe this.” He beams.

You can feel it’s almost time to dissociate in order to get through this ride.

Kurt turns his phone over to the right, capturing your friend’s image a little better. The comments pop one after the other at rapid speed. You can’t read it but you can tell by Kurt’s face whoever is commenting is in disbelief.

“My friend Bobby is obsessed with you, he always says he would make a sex tape with you.”

You cringe at the thought and at the sudden robot voice erupting from Kurt’s phone exclaiming that Julia take her top off. It doesn’t seem to faze her though, she lives for it.

“Hey has anyone told you, you look exactly like that guy from Stranger Things?” Julia laughs, You’re unsure if it’s supposed to be a jab or an actual compliment for Kurt.

Kurt’s smile drops, it’s something he got a lot as a tease from Bobby. How he looked like him but didn’t quite have his suave and lovable demeanor. If anything he was the complete opposite, pathetic.

“A bit.” He waves the thought away, and as soon as your friend begins to take pictures of herself, he begins speaking rapidly.

“If you post anything, make sure to tag me I’m KurtsWorld 96. Follow for follow.” He beams, as if this is something he normally does.

Ohhhhhh boy. This is just a twitter bot in a boy’s body isn’t it.

Your friend just giggles to herself, completely ignoring his plea for fame.

“See, I would love to do that. But my friend has to do like some background check or whatever. No hard feelings though, ‘kay?” With that she’s back to her own bubble.

It’s you who’s on the spotlight now though and you mentally curse her out for it.

“Really?” Kurt glances at you and you can read him just like all the other fans. The hopefulness in his eyes.

“I mean if you need to check out my stuff I don’t mind at all. In fact, that’s why I have all these cameras set up.”

“I thought they were for protection.”

Kurt chuckles, “That too, but I mean when stuff like this happens you have to document it, right? Gotta let everyone know what you’re doing all the time.”

The extreme level of desperation from Kurt almost scares you. You’ve seen this before, you were this before. His problem is he doesn’t have a Julia.

You nod, smiling easily.

“After all, we’re only as good as our last performance.” Kurt says suddenly.

You do a double take.

There’s a familiarity to what he says. You’ve seen or heard it somewhere before. Something only known to you in private.

Your brows furrow as you both look at each other. There’s a certain tension between you now, you get goosebumps from the way he looks at you. The feeling in the pit of your stomach confuses you.

The times he glances at you in silence just to raise his brows or to do some facial quirk to make you laugh feel pleasant.

You watch him intently, the way his fingers grip the wheel, the way his hair could use just a touch of hydration, the way the corners of his lips lift into a smirk.

Julia doesn’t notice the eye fucking at all, not surprising.

The later half of the ride consisted mostly of just Kurt talking about something he was planning and that if you two were interested he would love to have both of you back.

Julia, though always eager to have a camera shoved in her face, surprisingly declines because Kurt just doesn’t seem like he’d suit her brand. You feel the embarrassment for him and want to get out of this situation as soon as possible.

Your prayers are answered and the minute you see Kurt brake, you rush out just as your friend holds up a finger for you to wait. Kurt offers her a water bottle which she takes happily because it’s “free”. You wait but he offers you none.

She takes small sips and then crams it into her bag.

Kurt simpers, but you don’t know what exactly is in the bottle, yet.

“Thanks, Kurt.” You can’t help but meet his gaze. It’s not desperate anymore, no. It’s almost.....darker.

“My pleasure.”

You both rush into the building, Julia forgetting about him already. But he sits in your mind the entire time.

Julia cries as she doubles over in pain, her hand basically gripping yours for dear life as she coughs up blood. She had left the interview early due to a stomach ache but you’d never seen anything so severe.

“Julia, okay listen to me, we have to get you to the hospital.”

She shakes her head, hurling crimson onto your shirt and hands.

“Julia! You need help, we need to go!” You yelled adamantly.

She wasn’t like this until the car ride with Kurt.

You sprang into action, going back to your phone and putting in Kurt’s info to find where he was. The only perk about being an assistant to an influencer, is people will come when you call. And Kurt was sure to come.

You order a ride, and cover up Julia’s face which already is starting to look like something out of a zombie movie. Her face is swelling up and her lips are bleeding.

You take her by the arm and lead her down to an awaiting Kurt, joining her in the backseat.

He looks different. More rugged and somewhat cleaner, he’s changed clothes since the few hours you saw him. Even the car is different, it wasn’t his Prius.

He’s not even fazed by her sudden reaction to the water and instead, the moment you close the door he drives off in the opposite direction.

“Kurt this isn’t the way to the hospital.”

“Oh I know, I’m taking you home.”

“I don’t live this way.” You were beginning to feel the panic rise in you.

He chuckles to himself as if he just made a killer joke. “No, no, my home.”

Your eyes widened. You scan the car filled with cameras. Certainly anyone watching would call the police. You can’t help but freeze, your shaky hands trying to grip Julia as she continues to hurl uncontrollably.

You pass streets you don’t recognize and making contact with drivers is out of the question while you’re paralyzed.

Kurt pulls onto a rocky road, a house completely devoid of light staring back at you. You wish you could scream once he gets out of the car but when he opens the door to your side and helps you with Julia into the house, you’re on autopilot.

“Honestly I’m surprised she made it this long. Everyone else lasted only a few seconds.” He guffaws, completely in awe as if this was some kind of achievement.

You stare at him, in deep thought of who else he’d done this to.

“Why are you doing this? Why - why would you-” the sheer panic in your voice doesn’t seem to affect him.

He dumps Julia onto the couch mindlessly, as if he just came home from a long day of work.

“Because I love you. And I’d do anything for you. And.....I didn’t like the way she was talking to you.”

He faces you now, coming to hold your face in his hands. You don’t recoil yet but shiver at the way his oddly cold fingers feel against your warm flush face.

“How do you -”

“We’re only as good as our last performance.” He echoes from earlier.

It all clicks suddenly. The reason why he didn’t give you a bottle. The comments on her videos defending you. The anonymous messages between you two. It was him all along.

To say that the now dead body next to you while he professed his love to you was very unsettling would be an understatement. Much less it being broadcast to millions of people watching.

“If you loved me you wouldn’t be doing this,” You tried to reason, bringing his hands down to his side.

You liked Kurt. Even if you hadn’t known what his intentions were. But the messages made you feel like someone was on your side. Like he understood you. Now you weren’t sure if the past few weeks even meant anything to him or if he really was just using you to get to Julia.

“You let her walk all over you the same way I let Bobby. But not anymore! You and me, we can be bigger than they ever were.”

“Kurt you’re insane! We have to go now.”

You make a break for the front door, only to be pinned down by Kurt. You struggle but Kurt’s figure hovers over you. Your breath hitches at the sudden closeness of your faces and bodies.

“I’m sorry but I can’t let you do that.” He says grimly.

“Kurt please, I won’t tell anyone. I promise. Look we can - we can leave and go somewhere they won’t find you.”

He scoffs. “Live in anonymity? You know I can’t do that.”

You know you’ve lost the battle right then and there.

You have to appeal to his nature, his blood thirst. You’re quick on your feet because the stench of the blood on your hands is beginning to make your stomach churn.

You crane your head to the side and lean into him, pressing your lips together. He’s frozen for a second, taken aback by your sudden change of heart. He pulls back and stands, leaving you on the floor still.

He’s laughing now, almost manically.

“You love me! See? With everything you and I know, we could be a power couple!”

You stand, watching him as he celebrates prematurely.

The comments on the stream were going crazy. Most of them not believing that your friend or Bobby were dead now. A variety of sounds coming from the phone fill the room and muffle your quick breaths.

You take small strides to him slowly, keeping your eyes on the phone. “You’re right. No one can tell or make us do something we don’t want to anymore.”

He’s coming down from his high, raking his hands through his hair and muttering to himself.

“We have to clean house.” He says, rushing to Julia’s body, grabbing her feet and dragging her to the garage.

You take this moment when his back is to you to run to the door again, flipping the lock open and running as fast as you can out into the freezing air. The adrenaline fuels you. Kurt curses as he drops the body and runs after you.

He lurches forward when he’s close enough, dropping the both of you onto the rocky dirt. You scramble to get up but he takes hold of your head by your hair and brings your head down onto the ground roughly.

You’re disoriented for a moment, unable to see.

“You’re making things harder than they need to be.” He sighs, flipping you over on your back and taking you into his arms in a bridal carry back to the house.

“Please don’t kill me.” You manage out, feeling a stinging pain in your head.

He pouts. “I’m not gonna kill you. I need you.”

He sets you back down onto the pool table in the garage, going back to talk to the millions watching him and you now.

You don’t see what he types but from the looks of it he disagrees severely. “No I’m not going to kill her! She’s the Bonnie to my Clyde.”

If anything, this was going to be Romeo and Juliet. Only you weren’t dying for this.

You feel around for anything on the table with your limited view. A ball, a stick, anything. You grasp a hard triangular shape, gripping it with with the little strength and adrenaline you can muster.

He’s too distracted by what everyone’s saying to notice you behind him, rack high in the air. You yell as you bring the rack down to the nape of his neck, he goes down hard and fast but you’re quicker.

You pounce and straddle him, bringing the rack up again to gain more momentum and aim down at his face.

He’s cries out in pain, hands coming to shield his face. “What are you doing?! This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!”

“Sorry babe. Change of plans.” You grit through deep and fast breaths. You get a few more hits in before he seemingly goes limp.

Your chest heaves, trying to get back to normal as you wait with bated breath for any sign of movement from him. You make a move to climb off of him, seeing the phone thrown to the side, still documenting the entirety of what just happened.

You toss aside the rack, crawling to the phone as you read the comments. Things calling for Bobby to come out, some asking if Julia was okay, others insulting Kurt and you. One catches your attention.

Watch out!

You turn in the nick of time, avoiding Kurt’s swing of the rack. You try to crawl away but he grasps your ankle and drags you back. You manage to get a kick in with your other foot, earning you a second or two. Kurt bellows out in pain.

He persists, climbing on top of you to grab your throat firmly. The action and pressure of it is enough for you to abandon the phone and try to pry him off.

“We could’ve been great!” He yells, his bloody face painting yours. You cough roughly, trying to get some air back into your constricting lungs.

You can’t hold him off any longer, and if you don’t get any oxygen, he’ll win his twisted legacy.

Remembering the phone, you let go of his hands and feel around until you are able to grab it firmly and hit him in the eye with it. He falls back and screams in pain.

You’re on top again, taking hold of the collar of his shirt to hold him as you attack with abandon.

“We’re.” Hit.

“Only.” Kurt groans.

“As. Good.” Another dastardly good hit.

“As. Our. Last.” He sputters, choking.

“Performance.” You let a guttural yell rip from your chest as you deliver the final blow. This time he stays down.

The silence rings in your ear long enough to spur you out of the moment. You can hear sirens in the background, not long now. You glance back to your anonymous lover, your hand coming to lift the hair out of his bloody face.

Your fingers linger on his face for a second. You bring the phone to your face and laugh mirthlessly, “Fuck you all.”

You climb off of Kurt, heading to the welcoming breeze of the outside world.

You sit on the porch chair, covered head to toe in a mixture of blood, eyes fluttering shut as the sirens get louder with each second.

You smirk.

#kurt kunkle #kurt kunkle x reader #spree 2020 #spree #not smut but hey at least it's almost sort of realistic within the movie's standards #figured it was better to stick to the final girl aspect

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atlafan · 4 years

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Take it Slow - Part Forty-Six

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Fluff and Smut.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

“Hallelujah!” Harry hears you from the bathroom Thursday morning and he chuckles. “She gone.” You say coming out, dressed for work.

“Good, so I won’t need to use a condom tonight?” He asks pulling his pants on.

“Nope.”

“Thank god.” He wraps his arms around you. “Missed really feelin’ ya.”

“Me too.” You kiss him. “I gotta go.”

“Party’s this Saturday right?”

“Yup, hotel is all taken care of. I’m so excited!”

“It’ll be nice to get away for a night.”

“Mhm.” You kiss him again. “Hey, why don’t I come visit you at lunch today?”

“But I like comin’ to your office, we have way more privacy there.”

“You don’t have a break room?”

“We do…”

“So we’ll eat in there.” You shrug. “I like seeing you at work. You’re like in action.” Harry looks you up and down. You had a light grey pencil skirt on and a navy long sleeve blouse. You’d turn heads for sure.

“Alright, sure. Come see me.” You kiss him one last time, and head out.

You can’t wait to see Harry at lunch. Your morning was full of meetings, and your class was just about to start. You got emailed your syllabus and you were already feeling a little overwhelmed. You get up to the studio with your lunchbox and you’re greeted by the young man, Isaac.

“Hello, may I help- oh! It’s you.” He smiles. “What’s your name again?”

“Y/N.” You smile.

“Right! You’re Harry’s girlfriend.”

“That I am.”

“They’re just finishing a quick staff meeting if you wanna have a seat.” There were a few lounge chairs near the reception desk.

“I can’t go wait for him in his office? He does it to me all the time.”

“Well…normally I’d say yes, but these staff meetings can get kind of heated.”

“Who knew there was so much drama at a magazine that’s so tranquil?”

“Oh honey, you have no idea.”

“Because I think you’re a fuckin’ moron, that’s why.” You whip your head around to see Harry being followed by someone.

“I’m the moron?! Really? First you stick me with some little-“

“Stop! She’ll hear you.”

“I don’t care, let her hear me!”

“You’re such a bitch sometimes Mykenzie, fuck.” Your jaw drops. You had never really heard Harry talk like that before, especially not to another woman.

“My work load has essentially piled up because I’ve had to work with her. Same goes for Paige. I think you and Mariah could handle having some extra hands next week so we can have a break.”

“That wouldn’t make any sense! Neither of those girls are interested in the work Mariah and I do. Julia wants to write, and Dana wants to cobble the magazine itself. I don’t know how to use Illustrator, Paige does, so she can keep Dana. By the way, I haven’t heard a fuckin’ peep outa Paige, so I think you’re the only one with the problem. But I’m not surprised. You’re always, always the one to challenge any idea I have.”

“Because you’re ideas are shit, just like your pictures.” His jaw tenses.

“Get the fuck away from me now.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She fake pouts. “Did I upset you, daddy?”

This is when you feel the need to step in. Isaac tries to stop you, but you keep walking.

“Hey.” You say. Harry’s eyes soften completely when he sees you.

“Hi!” He kisses you on the cheek. “I just need to heat my food up, we can go down and eat in my car.” He looks back at Mykenzie. “Afraid I’ll lose my appetite if I stay here any longer.” He grabs your hand and pulls you into his office. “Need to heat yours up?”

“No, I did before I left.”

“Alright, back in a tick.”

The girl looks you up and down and scoffs. You sigh and try to ignore her, but you can’t get what she said out of your mind.

“So, you’re the girlfriend?” She finally asks you, standing in the doorway.

“That’d be me, yeah.”

“How nice for you. Sure he’s a real pleasure to have around.” She says sarcastically.

“Actually he is. He’s the sweetest guy I know.”

“Rather short fuse, don’t you think?”

“Don’t see that side of him really. He’s pretty calm around me.” You cross your arms over your chest. “You were fighting over your interns?” She rolls her eyes. “I have an intern at my job too, he’s actually a really big help from time to time. It’s less annoying if you actually try to make the best of it.”

“They’re just so annoying. And all she wants to do is talk about him. Bad enough I have to see him every day, don’t really wanna talk about him.”

Julia was walking towards Harry’s office to ask him about lunch. She stops short when she sees you, but continues walking because she knows she has to ask Mykenzie about lunch too.

“Mykenzie? I’m taking the lunch orders.”

“Greek salad with shredded chicken, dressing on the side.”

“Right…um, hi.”

“Hello.” You smile at her. Harry walks back over cautiously, but furious.

“What the fuck are you doin’ hangin’ around my office for? Leave her alone.”

“We were just chatting, H. Chill.” He takes a deep breath. “Julia, didja need somethin’?”

“No, I can see you don’t need takeout today.”

“Nope.” He smiles and grabs your hand. “Be back later.” He says to Isaac. “I work in a fuckin’ looney bin!” He says once you’re in the elevator.

His car was parked in the garage, but it was still a little chilly so he turns it on. He cracks open his container and starts eating.

“You’re not eatin’ love…” You look down then back at him.

“Did she…did she call you daddy? Did I hear that right?” He nearly chokes on his food, and swallows harshly. “Sort of hard not to hear. You could hear a pin drop up there.”

“Then you know the answer to your question.” He was sweating. This is why he always came to your office.

“Mhm, so let me rephrase. Why did she call you daddy?”

“I don’t wanna talk about this right now, you’re just gonna get mad at me.”

“Harry…” You sigh. “Look, I don’t really care about what you did in your past, but…you work with this woman every day and she’s pretty…”

“Please don’t be jealous, I really can’t fuckin’ stand her.”

“Then why’d she call you that? Is it like an inside joke or something? Are you like the daddy of the office?”

“I wish that’s what it was. When I first started here we hooked up…on more than one occasion.”

“How does that even happen?”

“I don’t know, we went out for drinks, showin’ the new guy around that sorta thing. Went back to her place and so it goes.”

“Okay, but-“

“She liked using that word. I never asked her to use it.” You furrow your eyebrows at him. “You don’t believe me?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you…I just know you can be kind of…well, you like to be the one in charge, so, I mean you must’ve liked it. And how often does she throw that in your face?”

“First time she’s done it in a while. She does it to get under my skin because she’s a fuckin’ bitch. I think she was hopin’ I’d quit or somethin’ early on.” He sighs. “I’m sorry you had to hear all that.”

“It’s okay. So…I have nothing to worry about then?”

“God no! I have absolutely zero feelings for her. It was literally just sex like…years ago.”

“Seems like she’s not over it…you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t know, I could just tell by her body language.” You shrug, finally eating some food. “Lotta body language up there. I quite literally think everyone I’ve come into contact with up there has a crush on you. You work in an extremely feral environment.” You laugh.

“I think it’s because I’m so mysterious. I don’t talk much to the majority of them.”

“And when you do, are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know…scary?”

“I scared you?” His face falls.

“Not necessarily, you just seemed so angry.”

“I’m fuckin’ furious. They’re makin’ such a big deal out of nothin’. Why bother hiring interns if you’re not going to use them to the fullest potential. Makes absolutely no fuckin’ sense.”

“You can’t blame them when even you don’t want to work with them.”

“I have no reason to. I prefer to stick to myself to get my work done. Besides the work they wanna do doesn’t even pertain to me, it would be a waste of time. Also, I really don’t need two little girls starin’ at me for eight hours a day.”

“Maybe you could do somethin’ to make yourself less attractive.” You joke.

“But my personality is also just so charmin’.” You both laugh. “So, you’re really not mad.”

“No, how could I be? It was way before we met, and you’re telling me I have nothing to worry about, so I’m not worried about it.” You finish up your food. “I know where I stand with you, I’m not threatened.”

“None of the people up there even come close to you. If anythin’ they should feel threatened.”

“I think that girl Julia does. She stopped short when she saw me, and cautiously approached. Very interesting.”

“Want some gum?”

“Please.” He hands you a piece and you pop it in your mouth.

He looks at you and smiles, leaning in for a kiss. He sees the clock on the dash.

“Feel like a walk, still got thirty minutes.”

“I don’t have my sneakers otherwise I would.”

“Wanna come back up? I can show ya what I’m workin’ on.”

“Okay.” You smile and follow him back up.

Everyone was off eating their lunches so it was quiet. Harry closes the door behind him and tells you all about the project he’s been working on. You’re very impressed with his work.

“You’re so talented baby.”

“Thanks.” You look down at your watch.

“I should probably get going.”

“I’ll walk you down to your car.”

“You don’t have to do that.”

“I want to. How else can I get a kiss in private?”

“Ohhh, I see.” You wink at him and put your jacket on. He holds your hand for everyone to see as folks roam back to their desks.

Julia and Dana are chatting with Isaac.

“I’ll be right back, just walkin’ my girl to her car.”

“Sure thing, H.” Isaac says. “Can you believe that woman did that to his neck the other day? She doesn’t look like the type.”

“Did you see how mad Mykenzie was after they left for lunch? Thought she was going to tear me to pieces.”

“I’ve never seen H like this before. He’s had girlfriends here and there, but none that he would ever let come here. Probably in fear of them running into Mykenzie. She really held her own though, I was impressed.”

“She’s super intimidating, did you see how she was dressed? So fancy.”

“She must work at a nicer office than this.” Isaac shrugs.

Harry gives you what feels like a million kisses before letting you drive off. He tells you how much he loves you and waves. He comes back upstairs and sees the same three people chatting.

“Did you have a nice lunch, H?”

“I did, thanks. How bout yourselves?”

“Yup.”

“Mhm.”

“Yes.”

“Can I ask the three of you somethin’, and be honest. Am I scary?”

“You’re intimidating.” Isaac says bluntly. “But not scary.”

“Do you all get frightened we start yellin’ about?”

“No…you all make it look so normal.” Dana says.

“Your girlfriend is really pretty.” Julia blurts out. Both of Harry’s eyebrows raise.

“Um…yeah she is, isn’t she?”

“Where does she work?”

“At a marketing agency.”

“Ohhh, so that’s why she dresses like that.”

“Like what?” He scoffs.

“All fancy. We walk around here in raggedy jeans and t-shirts.”

“We’re not really seen by the public, so it doesn’t matter. She’s constantly meetin’ with clients and what not. So she has to dress a little nicer.”

“Makes sense.”

“Now look, I know there’s been a bit of drama over the two of you this week, but stand your grounds. You’re both here for a reason and I won’t let those idiots ruin it. Has Myk taught ya anythin’ yet?”

“Sure, lots of stuff. She just has a sour attitude.”

“And what about Paige?”

“She’s been really nice actually.”

“Good. Ask for Myk, that’s just her. She’s a miserable cu-“

“Harry.” Isaac nods his head towards her.

“Thanks mate.”

“What are we all gossiping about? Lunch is over ladies, let’s get back to work, hm?” They both nod at her and disperse. “Have a nice break?” She asks smugly.

“Can I speak to you privately for a moment?” He gestures towards his office. They both go inside but he leaves the door open. He crosses his arms over his chest. “I just had to have a very uncomfortable conversation with my girlfriend because you felt the need to call me a certain name.”

“What? Da-“ He puts his hand up.

“Don’t say it again, to me, ever. All that happened a very long time ago, I don’t want it bein’ brought up again.”

“Why, it make her upset?” She says with fake concern.

“No, she was actually pretty unbothered. It made me uncomfortable though, so it’s enough.”

“Unbothered?”

“Yeah, it’s called trust, look it up.” He sighs. “Look, I get you’re annoyed right now, but let’s play nice, alright?”

“Whatever.”

“Don’t think your boyfriend would very much like it if he knew you were talkin’ like that to someone else.”

“No, suppose he’d have to teach me a lesson wouldn’t he?” She turns and walks out.

“Close the door f’me!” She yanks it shut. “Cunt.” He says under his breath.

Harry can’t wait to get home to you. You were fixing up dinner when he walked in. Your smile always took away any stress he might have carried home with him. Suddenly all of the times he’s come home annoyed made sense to you. You weren’t sure how he was able to get anything done with all those distractions.

“Hi.” Kisses you on the cheek. “Mm, somethin’ smells good.”

“Roasted veggies tonight with some rice. Only needs another thirty minutes in the oven.”

“Thanks for cookin’.”

“Course.”

“I asked to work from home tomorrow, this has been the longest fuckin’ week. He groans. “So I’m not gonna get up with ya tomorrow, I need to sleep in a bit.”

“Alright.” You push a few curls that fell onto his forehead back. “So…what would you like to do for the next 30 minutes?”

He grins at you and cups your cheeks in his hands, pulling you in for a kiss. You wrap your arms around him and pull him closer to you.

“Bring me to the sofa.” You say against his lips. Without hesitation he lifts you up and does as you say.

He sits down, keeping you on top of him. You tug at the hem of his shirt and lift it up over your head. You attack his chest with kisses and reach for to unbutton his pants. He lifts up so you can tug his pants his boxers down to his knees. You hike up your skirt. (You took your nylons off when you got home.) His hand grazes your center, and rubs at your already swollen clit through your panties.

“You’re already soaked, were ya thinkin’ bout me?”

“Yes, been thinking about you all day.” You kiss on his neck as he continues to rub you.

He smirks and tugs your panties to the side. You lift up and he guides himself in. You both moan at the contact.

“Feel so fuckin’ good, angel.” He says into your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. He nips at the skin just below your earlobe as you move up and down on him.

“Fuck, Harry.” One hand tugs at his hair while the other his clutching at his shoulder. His hand moves back to rub at your clit. He pinches it at first and then rubs down hard on it with his thumb. “Shit!” You groan.

“Like when I do that?”

“F, faster.”

Your mouth finds his as he rubs your clit faster. He swallows all of your moans until you have to detach yourself from him just to catch some air. He thrusts up and your back arches. He hit bottom just as you came.

“Harryyyyyy.” You moan out and tuck your face in the crook of his neck. “Fuck.”

He continues to thrust up into you, slowly, knowing that you were no sensitive. He just wanted to bend you over the sofa he could come, but you two still hadn’t gotten there yet. You had been so open and willing to a lot these last couple of weeks, but that was still uncharted territory.

“Can I come in your mouth?” You scrunch your face. You didn’t want to taste yourself on him. “Please, baby? Wanna feel those pretty lips wrapped around me.” You tighten around him, feeling aroused by his dirty words.

“But I…don’t you like the way I’m wrapped around you now?” You start to move up and down on him again. “Doesn’t this feel good?”

“Feeels amazing.” He looks at you. “But I really wanna come in your mouth.”

“But I wanna feel you fill me up.” You whine. “Won’t you do that for me?”

“Who said this was the only time this was going to happen tonight?” You bite your bottom lip and smile.

“So if I, shit, if I do this for you now, you’ll fill me up later?”

“Yes, I promise.”

In a swift motion you get off of him, and get on your knees. You don’t think much about the taste as you follow your cheeks around him.

“That’s it, takin’ me so well.” His head rolls back as bob up and down on him. “M’gonna come baby.”

His hot come shoots out into your mouth, and you swallow every last drop. You dab the corners of your mouth for anything that might have spilled over. You stand up and pull your skirt down. The time goes off and you pad over to the oven. Harry pulls his boxer and pants back up and goes into the kitchen, grabbing you both a couple of bowls for your dinner. He kisses you on the cheek.

“Love you.” He says sitting down at the island.

“Love you too.”

Later in the evening, after watching a little TV, you both decide to go into the bedroom. You both do your nightly routines and get settled in bed. Harry moves to hover over you and starts kissing your soft lips.

“Harry?”

“Yeah babe?”

“Should we try, um, what Dr. Mara said?” He gets off of you and you both sit up.

“What exactly do you wanna try?”

“Well… like she said, we could just get into the position. I have underwear on and so do you. Maybe you could just like…press up against me or something?”

“Are you sure you wanna do that now?”

“Gotta start some time, right.”

You shift and flip over and get on your elbows and knees. Harry gets behind you, and you look over your shoulder so you can see him clearly. His hands grip your hips lightly and pulls your butt up more.

“Okay so far?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“I’m gonna press against you now.”

“Okay.” You face forward and brace yourself.

Harry lightly presses against you. You shift a little, but you feel fine. You feel him start to harden against you and he presses harder.

“Okay!” You inch forward. “That’s enough.” He backs up. You turn over and sit cross-legged in front of him. You take a deep breath. “Good start.” He sits the same way you do.

“What scared you?”

“I don’t know I got nervous…”

“I’m going to suggest something, just keep an open mind.”

“Alright.”

“So, like, you get scared because you can’t see who’s behind you, right? And you’re picturin’ him?” You nod your head yes. “And obviously it would hurt your neck too much to keep lookin’ back at me. So, what if we tried some of these things in the bathroom where we have that large mirror. I’m not even talkin’ fuckin’. We can literally do what we just did, but at least you’d be able to see me.”

“That’s actually a really good idea. Maybe we could try that tomorrow?”

“Sure, anythin’ ya want.”

He caresses your cheek with his hand, and you turn to kiss his palm.

“Thank you for always being so wonderful to me, I love you so much.”

“I love you too. We’re in this together after all.”

“Would you like to fill me up now?” You ask shyly. He nods and you lay back down.

Harry hovers over you and discards you of your panties and shirt. He gets rids of his boxers and his hands move all over you. His fingers run up and down your slit before going up inside. You moan at the way his fingers feel as they curl up. Harry should really write a book on how to have sex, he was just so good at it.

“Want you now.” You whine.

“Yeah? Want me cock babe?”

“Please, need it so bad.” He smirks and parts your legs further as he pushes inside of you. “Wasn’t enough earlier.”

“No?”

“No, it was too quick. I like when we take our time.”

“Got all the time in the world for you, angel.”

Harry pumps in and out of you slowly while his thumb works your clit. He always knew exactly how to make you squirm beneath him. You couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yeah, fuck me Harry.” He plants kisses to your neck. “Your cock is so big, feels so good.”

“Love it when you talk to me like that, keep goin’.” He says into your ear.

“Love the way your hard muscles feel against me, you’re so strong.”

Harry’s dick hits your g-spot repeatedly while he rubs your clit. You start panting and wrap your legs around him tightly.

“Harry!”

“That’s right, say my name baby.”

“Harry! Fuck, fuck, fuck, nghhhhhhh.” Your nails claw down his back as you reach your climax.

“Shit, that feels good.” He says against you. You run your nails down his back again and goosebumps raise on his skin.

“You wanna come baby?”

“Mhm.” He nips at your collar bone. He moves his pelvis round in a circle and you gasp.

“Harry.” You start panting again. “Harry, please. Want it so bad.”

He thrusts in and out of you sloppily until you feel him press his hardest, and you feel the warm liquid shoot inside you. Harry pulls out slowly, and before his come and leak out of you, he presses two fingers back inside you. You gasp from being overly sensitive. Your eyes nearly pop out as you watch him.

“What, ngh, what are you doing?”

“You keep sayin’ how you wanna be filled up, figured you’d wanna stay full of me for as long as possible.” Your jaw drops and your eyes dart to his fingers plugging up his come inside you.

“That’s…so hot.” You make eye contact with him and he leans in to kiss you. He slowly takes his fingers out of you. He looks at you for a second. “What?” You bat your eyelashes at him.

All he does is hold his fingers that were just inside you up. They were covered in the mixture of the two of you, but mostly him. Your eyes dart to his fingers then back to his eyes. You look at him as if asking, you want me to? He nods his head yes. You lick your lips and part them. He sticks his fingers inside your mouth and you suck on them. He groans watching you lick them clean. You try not to focus on the taste, just the pure intimate thing you were doing. Something that would remain between the two of you.

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Purpose | SCB (2)

genre: angst, slight smut, fluff

members: reader x changbin, bang chan, han jisung, lee felix

warning: none

read part 1 here

“i can’t believe you’re six now! you’re such a big girl!” your mum exclaimed, playing with your hair.

“will i get art on my arm, like you mummy?” you asked, staring up at her, “you said you were six-years-old.”

“of course you will! soon,” she smiled.

and sure enough it came soon. you awoke the next morning, your arm covered. it had notepads and microphones as well as small pastries and cakes weaved in between trees. underneath, the words you cursed for the rest of your life were written.

‘until we meet, i am unable to be happy. until you fall in love with me, i am unable to laugh.’

changbin sighed loudly, walking into the shop and falling onto the sofa underneath the window.

“calm down edge lord,” chan said from his work station, seeing his friend’s sadness painted on his face, “what is it?”

julia was sat on the bed, chan sat next to her on the stool, sketching things.

“i have a secret but none of you– and i mean none of you can tell anyone, okay?” changbin sighed, sitting up and looking from chan, to julia, to jisung.

the three nodded, now intrigued.

“i’ve found my soulmate,” changbin sighed, burying in his face in his hands.

when no one spoke, he looked up, chan and julia’s eyebrows were both raised, jisung’s mouth hung open.

“changbin, th-that’s amazing!” jisung exclaimed.

“no, no it’s not!” changbin groaned, laying back down, “she doesn’t know.”

“then tell her!” julia exclaimed.

“it’s not that easy,” changbin sighed, “she’s not in love with me. i saw her tattoo today, it’s still there.”

“and yours isn’t?” chan asked.

changbin shook his head, taking off his jacket so everyone could see the dainty name in between the other patterns. y/n.

jisung’s gasped slightly, “y/n?”

changbin nodded, holding in his tears.

jisung sighed, nodding as he came and crouched beside his older friend, “it’s gonna be okay changbin, we can figure something out.”

“jisung, do you know what my soulmate connection is?” changbin sighed, sitting up.

“being emo?” chan asked.

changbin glared at the boy as julia began to laugh.

“it’s that,” changbin sighed, motioning to the laughing girl, “i can’t laugh until she falls in love with me. a-and you two were right, until i met her, i was unable to be happy.”

“but now she’s got purpose in everything she does,” chan said.

“and sees beauty in the world,” jisung finished.

“i just want to laugh,” changbin breathed, the tears that had been in his eyes since he left your house, now pouring out.

jisung sighed, sitting next to him and rubbing his back comfortingly, “i know.”

“i just want to laugh, jisung,” changbin cried, “i want to laugh so badly.”

___________

“good day!” felix smiled, skipping into the shop and throwing his bag into the back room, putting on his apron.

you giggled, “good morning felix. don’t forget it’s saturday.”

“i did not, and i even got our little friends some gifts!” felix exclaimed, going for his bag and laying out the small plushies on the counter.

you laughed, shaking your head, “you do realise they’re the same age as us, right?”

felix shrugged, turning to door as the bell rang, “hello!”

changbin smiled, giving a small wave as your breath caught in your throat. why was he back? wasn’t he wary of you? now he knew the truth. now he knew how sadness radiated from you.

“hey,” changbin said, “can i get an iced vanilla latte?”

felix nodded, “of course. that’ll be £3.00.”

changbin handed him the money and waved at you. you hadn’t realised you had been staring, beginning to blush, you wave back.

felix laughed, looking at you as he went to make changbin’s latte.

“you alright?” changbin smiled, “i finished the design and was thinking we could do the first round of your tattoo tomorrow morning? or are you busy?”

“i’m sorry, sunday morning and lunch time are usually quite busy,” you said, biting your lip.

“that’s alright,” changbin smiled, “our shop closes at 6pm tomorrow, why don’t you come by then?”

you nodded, “okay. see you then, bin.”

“i’ll text you, okay?” changbin smiled, waving as he walked out.

you flopped against the counter once he was out of sight, felix running his hands through your hair, “what’s that about?”

your heart felt as though it was about to burst out your chest as you looked where changbin had just been, sighing, “i have no idea.”

__________

“hello y/n!” jisung smiled, he had his bag packed on his shoulder and julia was turning the sign on the door to say ‘closed’, “here for changbin?”

you nodded, looking around the shop, “yeah, he’s here, right?”

changbin came out from a room at the back of the store, “oh, y/n. you’re here!”

you smiled, waving as he beckoned you over. your little legs waddled over, making changbin smile.

as you sat on the chair, you watched changbin organise everything, intrigued.

“bye guys!” jisung exclaimed, “changbin, i trusg you to lock up.”

“cool,” changbin responded.

“bye jisung!” you exclaimed, not taking your eyes off changbin’s hands.

“bye bean,” jisung laughed.

“you alright?” changbin asked, glancing up at you.

you blushed, nodding as you finally looked to his face, “i’ve never gotten a tattoo before.”

changbin nodded, shrugging, “it’s fine, you can trust me.”

you smiled, “don’t worry. i do.”

changbin looked up at you so the two of you made eye contact. it was kind of awkward and made you blush until your cheeks were so hot you had to look away.

“do you wanna see the design?” changbin asked, reaching for his notebook.

“no, i want a blind tattoo,” you said, before laughing at changbin’s confused face, “i’m joking! show me!”

changbin smiled, shaking his head as he opened his notebook. he turned to a page with the heading ‘y/n’.

it was simple, but it was one of the most beautiful designs you’d seen and so you. so much so, your breath caught in your throat when you laid your eyes upon it.

“changbin, i-it’s perfect!” you chuckled, looking at it in awe.

“so you’re ready for me to do it now?” he asked hesitantly.

“yes! oh my god, i’m so excited,” you laughed, changbin smiling at your excitement.

“okay, i’m gonna need your arm then,” changbin said as you eagerly gave him the arm that wasn’t covered with a soulmate tattoo.

he put on some gloves and cleansed your arm before stenciling on the design.

“i’m not working tomorrow, so it doesn’t matter how late this goes,” changbin said.

you nodded, humming, “me neither.”

changbin smiled, glancing up at you before looking back down to his work, “so… what do you think your soulmate’s like?”

“honestly?” you said, sighing, “i’ve got no idea. because the me from a couple weeks ago, is not the me you know today. hey, it’s been since i’ve met you!”

you laughed while changbin just smiled politely, nodding.

your laughter died down as you stared at changbin. his face was long, but it suited him. his eyes thin and his nose long and straight. his black hair fell over his face, but not enough for it to interfer with his vision. his arm muscles showed as he worked, tensing and untensing.

oh god.

___________

“how much is it?” you asked, getting your purse out your bag.

changbin waved his hand, dressing and wrapping up your arm, “nothing. it’s on me.”

“wh-what?! no! changbin i can—“

“i was the one who told you to get a tattoo,” changbin said, shrugging, “if i then asked you to pay, i’m sure that’d be some kind of illegal.”

you smiled, pulling changbin into a hug, “thank you bin.”

changbin returned the action and the two of you stayed like that for slightly longer then planned, becoming lost in changbin’s scent, changbin becoming lost in yours.

“bye then,” you breathed, pulling away and hopping off the bed.

“wait,” changbin spoke, standing up and looking down so you were eye-to-eye.

he didn’t say anything else, but from the very slight movement of his head, you knew where this was going.

changbin swallowed thickly as his lips edged closer to yours. finally, you just nodded, smashing your lips against his to finally continue what he wanted. and god, it was good.

his lips were soft and plump, devouring yours in a way that told you that he’d definitely done this before, but not too much. perfectly.

you started kissing down his jaw and down his neck. on his neck was a trail of tattoos, like a part of the milky way, trailing down behind the neck line of his t-shirt. you pulled it down slightly to kiss down further, the black material straining further than it already was over his thick arms and chest.

changbin paused as you came up and kissed him on the lips again, moaning against yours, “y/n.”

you were suddenly snapped into reality, breathing heavy as you stared at him, “changbin, we... we can’t do this.”

“wh–“ he paused, nodding, “no, you- you’re right. um, make sure to keep your arm wrapped up until tomorrow morning.”

you nodded, hopping down off the bed and waving awkwardly as you began to walk out the shop.

“y/n,” he called, waving also, “i hope you know, whoever they are, your soulmate doesn’t deserve you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows, laughing and walking out the shop.

upon reaching your apartment building, you ran straight up to your apartment and straight into your bed.

your arm was still sensitive as you leaned over to touch it, but the memory was more painful. why were you feeling this way about changbin?!

you’d known he was attractive since the moment you met him, so why was it affecting you now? something, though you weren’t sure what, had planted this idea that changbin was the one you needed inside of your head.

but what if he was?

you sighed, shaking your head, turning over and closing your eyes, too tired to take your clothes or make-up off.

your phone pinged and you sighed once again, reaching for it.

3 new message(s)

binnie🖤 - hope you like the tattoo x

binnie🖤 - i’m sorry for what i said about your soulmate

binnie🖤 - i just dont think i’m worthy

__________

you woke up to your alarm, groaning you smacked it off and rolled over. your arm felt like it was on fire as you’d been sleeping on it all night.

you sighed and sat up, slowly making your way to the bathroom where you looked at yourself in the mirror. you peeled off the hoodie you’d been wearing for the last 24 hours and could have fainted then and there.

the swirl of colours that once filled up your arm was now gone, replaced with one word.

‘changbin’.

“no, no, no, no, no! changbin!” you exclaimed, scrambling out the bathroom and pulling on a new hoodie.

the texts made sense now. the questions and the extra days spend with you. his sadness and his inability to laugh. it all made sense.

“changbin!” you shouted, breathless as you reached the tattoo parlor.

“you must be y/n! changbin’s not here right now,” julia smiled, “the boys are coming in a bit though, so I can take a message?”

“no,” you cried, “i need to see changbin now.”

“okay, i can give you his address?” julia offered.

uou nodded eagerly as julia scribbled down a postcode on the back of one of 3racha’s business card.

“thank you,” you breathed, typing the postcode into your phone and running to your new destination.

people were giving you weird looks, some swearing after you, but you didn’t care. as soon as you reached changbin’s, you ran up the steps and knocked on the door.

a tired looking jisung opened the door, “y/n?”

“jisung, where’s changbin?!” you cried, “please, please dear—“

“he’s sleeping,” jisung said, “what’s the rush for?”

“which one’s his room?” you asked, walking in the house, it was messy, though that was surely expected from three teenage boys.

“yes, of course! welcome, bean, come on in,” jisung sighed.

“jisung, i’m having none of that,” you said, rolling up your sleeve, “where is his room?”

jisung’s mouth hung open before turning into a smile, “the one with the painted door.”

you breathed out a sigh of relief, thanking jisung as you turned and saw the painted door. you took a deep breath, turning the handle and walking in.

changbin was laying in his bed, scrolling through his phone, no shirt on as he looked up at you.

“um– i– there’s a reason why— i, um, i—“

changbin laughed, and you thought you could nearly cry, approaching him and flinging yourself against his chest, rapping your arms tightly around him as though he was going to disappear any second.

“changbin, you’re so worthy. if anything? i’m not worthy! i made your life a misery and i—“

“y/n,” changbin chuckled, “did you choose that? no. and it’s not like your life was any happier.”

you began to cry, burying your face in his shoulder.

“stop crying,” changbin chuckled, holding your face in his hands, “this is suppose to be happy, remember?”

“how long have you known?” you asked, sniffling.

“a few days,” changbin shrugged.

“and you didn’t tell me?!” you cried, burying your face in his chest again.

“y/n, you weren’t in love with me until last night,” changbin laughed, “and now look! i can’t stop laughing!”

hee was right, since the moment you’d seen him, he’d been speaking with chuckles and laughs. it suddenly dawned on you how much this meant to him.

“you’re my soulmate, y/n, and i can’t be more thankful to have found you,” changbin smiled.

“changbin,” you breathed, beginning to sob again as changbin held you tighter, “i love you so much. you brought so much purpose to my life.”

“and you brought happiness to mine,” changbin chuckled, kissing you on the head, “i love you too, princess.”

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bittersweet | 22

pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: very little stalerie interaction this in this part, but you guys got so much last time I’m sure you will be fine. this part does pretty much settle the confusion behind Valerie’s powers, though. warnings: violence, mentions of murder, a car crash and a panic attack. wordcount: 3896

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Stiles

“We were here a couple of hours ago, and the message left to Barrow spelling out Kira’s and Valerie’s names was right there on the board in my handwriting and I had the key to the Chemistry closet.”

Scott furrowed his brows. “So, you unlocked the Chemistry closet so Barrow could hide in it from the cops and then you wrote him a message to kill Kira and Valerie?”

I shook my head. “I know, I know, I know how it sounds, but,” I reached my hand into the front pocket of my pants and pulled out the paper, “look at this.” Scott and Valerie leaned in so they could read the paper. “This is a news report that came out about Barrow when they caught him, okay? About the shrapnel bomb that he used. See this? See what he did? He put nuts, bolts, and screws. And then he hid the bomb and the detonator in a box that he wrapped like a birthday present. What does that sound like to you?”

Scott looked up, realization washing over his expression. ”Coach. The joke we played on Coach.”

“That was my idea. You remember? That was my idea. That’s no coincidence, it can’t be.”

“I don’t wanna sound like I’m trying to tell you that you’re wrong but-”

“Yeah, but I don’t have a problem with that,” Valerie spoke up. “Stilinski, this is ridiculous, you did not send a serial killer to kill me.”

I looked down, tears brimming in my eyes as I crumpled up the news report in my hand. “It was here. It was all here.”

“Yeah, I know that. I saw it, okay? I saw it,” she said, her voice much softer now. “But that doesn’t mean you wrote it. Why and how would you even do that?”

I sighed, running a hand over my face. “I don’t- I don’t know.”

“Dude, are you feeling okay?” asked Scott. “You’re looking really tired.”

“Yeah, I’m fine I just haven’t been... sleeping really.”

“Well, why don’t you go home? Take a sick day or something.”

---

Valerie

As Stiles headed home, I followed Scott out of the classroom, listening to him tell me about everything we missed last night. Basically that several supernaturals had been attacked by mysterious demonic ninjas that only came out at night, and apparently, they wanted more. It was hard to comprehend what exactly I had been dragged into, but it was better than not knowing.

As we walked into the main hall, two figures perked their heads up at our appearance.

“Scott, did you-“

Their eyes fell on me and they instantly fell silent. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say they looked guilty. I clenched my fists, trying to withhold my anger towards the two former alphas. I actually managed to not slam their heads together as hard as I could, so I considered it an achievement. I flashed them a sarcastic smile and spoke in the fakest happy-voice I could muster.

“Hey! Ethan, Aiden. Nice to see you again. I’m just gonna leave you with Scott and go and hang out with my real friends. You know, the ones who didn’t kill my best friend and then lie about it.” I gave them the most sarcastic salute in the world, and headed into the corridor, conveniently just running into Kira.

“Hi.”

“Hey. I was actually just looking for you. I need to show you something. It’s really important.”

“Okay,” I said, nodding and grabbing Kira’s arm to drag her into an empty classroom.

I leaned against one of the desks with Kira right beside me. “What did you want to tell me?” I asked.

Kira took her backpack off of her shoulders and opened it, pulling out a picture book. It was illustrated with beautiful cherry blossom trees on the cover, and the title read ‘Japanese Mythology: Creatures, Spirits, and Demons’.

“Have you ever heard of something called a kitsune?”

I nodded. “Yeah, they’re from Japanese mythology, right? It’s the inspiration for Vulpix and Ninetales.”

Kira nodded, understanding my Pokémon reference perfectly. She opened the book to a page she had bookmarked and then began flipping through them, illustrations of foxes with nine tales on every page.

“That looks like what happened to us at the substation,” I said, pointing at a particular picture.

Kira nodded. “Yeah. When a Kitsune rubs its tails together it can create fire or lighting.”

My eyebrows rose at the mentions of the two words, and Kira nodded, understanding what I was thinking.

“It’s called foxfire.”

“We don’t have any tails, though,” I said, making Kira laugh.

—

I was supposed to meet Scott and Kira at Scott’s house before sundown. Something about sticking together and protecting each other against the demonic ninjas. The two of them had headed there in advance, and I was headed towards the Pérezes’ house. I had left my bag at Marcel’s last night so I just needed to pick that up. I had also promised Colin an explanation for my disappearance last night, so I spent most of the journey there trying to figure out how much I was going to tell him.

When I arrived, instead of going through the front door I headed towards the garage. Julia and Marcel were at their doctor's appointment, so Colin was the only one home, and at this time I knew he was practicing with Freddie and Marcus.

I opened the side door, which was open, and stepped in just as they were finishing up a song. Colin, Freddie, and Marcus all turned towards me and smiled.

“Hey,” said Marcus, leaning into his synth.

“Hey,” I said, mirroring their smiles and walking across the room to pick up my bag, which was placed in the corner of the room. “That sounded really good. You guys are getting better.”

“Thanks,” said Colin. “You wanna join us for a couple of songs?”

“Sorry, I can’t. I gotta be somewhere before sundown.”

Colin’s brows furrowed. “Where?”

“I have other friends, you know.”

“Who? Stilinski?” Freddie’s teasing voice carried from behind the drums.

I rolled my eyes heavily. Freddie was awesome, but he could be a pain in the ass most of the time. The phrase ‘frat boy’ was probably the most accurate way to describe him. His blonde hair had been styled in a buzz cut for as long as I’d known him. He also always wore a backward SnapBack on his head.

I admired him deeply, though I would never tell him that. A couple of years back he had gotten in a car accident. No one had died, but as a result, his legs were now paralyzed. Despite now being stuck in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, he didn’t let it affect his positive attitude. He remained happy and upbeat.

He also loved to work out, since before the accident, which resulted in his upper body being super buff while his legs were pretty skinny.

“No, it’s Kira.”

“So,” said Marcus. While Colin and Freddie had known each other since 6th grade, Marcus had first met them in college. He had been really shying didn’t plan on making any friends, but after being paired together in a group project, Freddie had basically adopted him into their group, affectively breaking him out of his shell. Once they discovered their mutual love for music, they decided to start a band, and thus The Outcasts was created.

Marcus was rocking his usual jean on jean combo. He was wearing a green shirt underneath, and a badge with the trans flag on it was pinned on his chest. He was the shortest out of all of them (which wasn’t saying much), standing at just half an inch taller than me. He had dark skin, deep-set dark eyes, and his short afro was dyed blue at the tips. “Are you going to tell us what happened when you ran off with him last night?”

I shrugged. “We just broke into the Sheriff’s Station.”

As intended, their jaws dropped.

“Yeah, Kira’s phone had been taken into evidence. We just deleted a couple of pics she didn’t want the police to see. It sounded kind of thrilling, and yeah, Stilinski is still annoying but he did save my life, so I decided to give him another chance.”

Freddie raised his eyebrows. “How is it that you’re already in an on-again, off-again relationship with this guy and you’re not even dating?” Laughter broke out from all of them, including Freddie, who liked to laugh at his own jokes.

I picked up one of the spare drumsticks from a table beside me and threw it at him. He dodged it easily.

“At least I’m not still sleeping with my ex,” I quipped back. ‘Oohs’ escaped from both Colin and Marcus, making me smirk.

“Oh you’re one to talk,” said Freddie, picking up the drumstick I’d thrown at him and throwing it at Colin. “At least I’m getting some. You’re pining after a girl who’s dating your ex-boyfriend.”

Colin couldn’t help but join in on the laughter that followed.

“It’s in times like this I’m thankful for being aromantic,” said Marcus, shaking his head.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “You’re lucky.”

“Except for the fact that millions of people say I don’t exist.”

“Yeah, except for that.”

---

3rd person

“Valerie just texted,” said Kira, looking up from her phone. “She’s on her way.”

Scott nodded, double-checking that the window was closed just to have something to do.

“Can I ask you a question?” asked Kira, fiddling with the phone in her hands. “I mean, I’d ask Valerie but I have a feeling she won’t answer.”

Scott raised his eyebrows, curious as to what the question could be. “Sure.”

“What’s with her and Stiles? Does she like him? Does she think he’s annoying? Cause I’ve gotten signs that point in both directions and honestly, it’s gotten me pretty curious about it. I know it’s none of my business cause if she wanted to tell me she’d tell me, right? God, I probably shouldn’t even have asked you in the first place – just forget I said anything-”

“Kira.” Scott put a hand on her shoulder, effectively shutting her up. “Calm down, it’s not that big of a deal. I’ll tell you everything I know, just calm down.”

Kira nodded, taking a seat on the edge of Scott’s bed as he sat down beside her.

“I get why you’re confused. It’s really complicated. Even I don’t really get it and I’ve been here for all of it. I don’t even think they themselves understand their relationship right now,” said Scott, a breathy chuckle escaping his lips. “But it started out pretty simple. Valerie hated him when she moved here in fifth grade because he set her hair on fire by accident, and she spent the next few years exerting her revenge.”

Kira raised her eyebrows. “How do you accidentally set someone’s hair on fire?”

Scott shook his head. “I honestly have no idea. They were paired together in science. We were supposed to do that thing where you place a glass over a candle and it goes out because of the lack of oxygen. Well, instead of lighting the candle, he lit Valerie’s hair.”

Kira still looked confused. “But – how...?”

Scott shrugged. “It’s Stiles.

“Anyway, it was really bad. She had to go to the hospital. My mom treated her and she said she was lucky she didn’t burn her scalp. The next day in school Stiles tried apologizing to her, but Valerie started yelling at him before he had the chance. He called her hothead when she wouldn’t calm down. That nickname lasted for about a year.”

Kira flinched. “Wow, that sounds pretty bad. What happened next?”

“Well, their lives started to intertwine more when Derek turned her best friend, Erica. Uh, she’s dead now,” Scott explained. Kira’s face fell.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, but they seemed to have settled some kind of truce, or at least stopped hating each other, and for a while, it looked like they were starting to become friends. But then something happened, Valerie got mad at him again and they’ve been going back and forth ever since.”

Kira nodded. “Well, they certainly seemed to care about each other. Valerie seemed quite worried that time he had a panic attack. You know, before you saved us from the coyote. Do you think...” Kira trailed off, uncertain if she should ask the question or not.

“Do I think what?” Scott prodded.

“Do you think they like each other?” she said slowly.

“Well, I can’t speak for Valerie, but there are things about Stiles I’ve been noticing lately. Some things I didn’t think anything of at first, more in retrospect. You know how they say that love and hate are in fact very similar, and how indifference is actually the opposite of both of them?”

Kira nodded.

“It’s just that... Stiles has always cared about Valerie, even when he didn’t like her. He cared what she did and what she thought. When she acted weird or out if the ordinary he wondered what it was about. He always cared.”

“Do you think he knows?”

Scott shook his head. “Definitely not.”

“How long do you think it will take until they admit it?”

“I don’t know. But considering it’s been this long and they still won’t admit that they’re friends, we’ll probably have to wait a while.”

---

Valerie

I arrived at the McCall house at the same time as Melissa, whom I’d been informed knew everything. By the lack of surprise on her face when she spotted me, I figured Scott had told her all about me as well.

It was strange seeing Melissa outside of the hospital. I had gotten to know her really well during my friendship with Erica, seeing as Melissa had been her nurse for years. She had also filled in for my mom’s nurse a couple of times. I really liked her, but I had no idea how to act around her in these new circumstances.

The awkward hello I got from her told me she felt the same.

When we entered the house, we were met with the sight of Scott arguing with his father.

“I don’t need a warrant, I’m your father.”

“No, you’re a gene donor. I got my hair color from you, and that’s all I got. So you’re not allowed to play tough dad with me.”

“Hey, what’s going on?” asked Melissa, taking her place next to Agent McCall. I walked around them, standing next to Scott and Kira. One look at Agent McCall’s computer screen told me everything I needed to know. The screen showed a picture of Scott and Kira when they broke into the Sheriff’s Station. If McCall’s judge eyes on me told me anything, it was that he’d figured out I was distracting him that night.

His eyes went back to Scott and they continued their glaring match. “Maybe one of you should explain.”

“Scott,” Kira’s soft voice broke Scott out of it, and he followed her gaze out the window. The sun had gone down.

I looked behind us, and in the living room, a dark figure appeared. It wore a black mask and hood. Nothing except black smoke and glowing yellow eyes seemed to be hiding behind the mask. My first instinct was a mix of a dementor and a Death Eater. At least the mask didn’t have an opening at the mouth, meaning it couldn’t suck out my soul. But, it could probably slice me in half with the katana in its hand.

Agent McCall noticed the demonic ninja as well. “What the hell is this?” he asked, and then he did probably the stupidest thing he could’ve done at that moment – he approached it.

Scott looked panicked. “Dad, no! Dad, wait!”

He didn’t listen. Quicker than any of us could react, another oni materialized behind him and stabbed its sword right through his chest. Kira screamed, but I was stricken speechless.

“Dad!” Scott and Melissa ran towards Agent McCall. Melissa got down beside him to inspect his wound, and Scott turned towards the demonic ninja, eyes glowing and teeth and claws out.

The back door was kicked open and Melissa dragged Agent McCall’s body to another room. Derek Hale entered through the door, his teeth and claws out as well.

He and Scott both roared before they pounced on a demonic ninja each. Kira quickly made her way to stand by my side, taking my hand in hers. We just stood there watching the two werewolves fight, not really knowing what to do.

“Mom! The ash!” Scott called out mid-fight.

Kira and I exchanged looks as we heard the familiar sound of another one materializing behind us. We turned around slowly, but luckily, before it could do anything, it was distracted by two figures jumping through the windows, shattering them in the process. It was Ethan and Aiden.

I could come up with a million people I’d rather have rescue me than them, but I was still thankful a samurai sword wasn’t run through my chest.

Kira and I ducked behind a couch as they began fighting, nothing to do but look around and make sure we stayed out of the way.

“Mom! Do it now!” said Scott after pushing one of them out of a window. Derek pushed the final one out of the door, and Melissa ran forward and threw down a vail of grey ash by the doorframe.

The ninjas stood right outside, but they didn’t even attempt to walk through.

Kira and I exchanged looks and walked forward towards the doorframe. We started carefully reaching our hands out, and before I could stick it out of the doorframe, an invisible barrier pushed it back. The same thing happened with Kira.

I felt Aiden’s heavy gaze on me, so I turned to him, giving him a death glare that immediately made him look away. He exchanged a look with Ethan from across the room, before turning towards Kira.

“It’s Kira, right?” That coward was looking at her now. He was looking at poor, innocent Kira who was afraid of them both, because he was too scared to look me in the eye. “So, are you gonna tell us what you are?”

“Aiden,” said Ethan warningly.

“No, look,” he said to his brother, before taking a hold of Kira’s wrist. He had only managed to bring it up a couple of inches before I growled at him.

“Get your hands off of her.” My hand flew up to wrap around the wrist that was holding Kira’s. I could feel the back of my eyes heating up as they glowed. Aiden quickly drew his wrist out of my grip, releasing Kira’s in the process. A burn mark had appeared in the shape of a hand around his wrist. It sizzled for a moment before it started to heal.

I blinked, as if coming out of a daze. I had not meant to do that, and the fact that I did could only mean one thing. My powers were getting stronger, and I had no idea how to control them.

God, I did not need this right now. I had too much going on already, I couldn’t risk accidentally revealing myself or worse – hurting someone I cared about. At least they only seemed to be coming out when I was angry, which was... all the time.

I looked at the shocked faces around me. I didn’t give a damn about Ethan and Aiden (in fact, I was happy with them being scared of me), but it hurt to see Kira look at me like that.

“See that?” said Aiden, still rubbing at his wrist. I hope it hurt. “What are you guys?”

“They’re kitsunes, idiot.”

Derek Hale entered the room.

“Use your eyes. You can see it all around them. The younger ones give off an aura. They just haven’t learned how to conceal it yet.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, we haven’t had much time for that. We pretty much found out about this today.”

Derek chuckled. “She probably doesn’t know what kind she is either,” he said, looking at Kira. “But that one,” he pointed at me, “is definitely a fire one.”

“Well spotted.”

---

“Allison, please tell me you have something,” Scott spoke into the phone. “They’re here, they’re trying to get in, and it looks like they’re gonna be able to.”

“Okay, okay, listen. They’re Japanese demons. They’re called the oni. They’re looking for someone possessed. Someone with a dark spirit attached to them. Also known as a nogitsune or a dark kitsune.”

Scott nodded, casting a nervous glance towards Kira and I. “Okay, tell me, what else?”

“Okay, they won’t hurt you. They know you’re supernatural but once they do this check, once they realize that you’re not carrying with you this dark spirit, then they won’t hurt you. I promise. All they’re looking for is the nogitsune.”

Scott mumbled a quick goodbye and hung up.

“I’m right, aren’t I?” said Kira. “They’re looking for me.”

“Oh please Kira,” I said. ”You’re a literal angel. It’s way more likely that it’s me they’re looking for. You saw what just happened. I didn’t mean to do that.”

Scott shook his head. “They’re looking for a dark spirit, and I know that’s not either of you.”

“Scott,” Derek called out warningly, ”we’re gonna have to do something!” And just then the oni broke through the magic barrier. One at a time, they stepped through the door, keeping their eyes on Scott, Kira and I.

“Don’t do anything,” said Scott. He moved with the same confidence and authority as he did when he saved Kira and I from the coyote. It was hard not to trust him when he did that.

“Is he serious?!” asked Aiden, apparently not feeling the same as I.

Three of the oni stepped forward, leaving the other ones by the door.

“I said, don’t do anything.” He spoke with even more authority now. He turned towards us, reaching out his hand to hold Kira’s.

“Trust me.”

Kira and I exchanged a quick glance, just to make sure we were on the same page, before nodding. I took Kira’s other hand and we walked forward towards the oni.

I looked into the eyes of the one in front of me. Like yellow glowing beads, they reminded me of fireflies, which was quite strange. I masked my fear with a face of bravery as the oni reached its hand out and placed it under my chin, its index finger right behind my ear.

The oni’s ‘check’ was hard to describe. It didn’t hurt, but it was anything but pleasant. A coldness seeped through my whole body, all the way into my bones. The oni seemed to be sucking all of the power out of my body through its index finger. Maybe I wasn’t so far off with my dementor comparison.

I fell down on my knees, but the oni kept a firm grip on my chin. As it continued to drain me of my power, I felt a burning sensation behind my ear, which, surprisingly, was the least horrible part.

The oni released its grip on me and I fell limp to the floor.

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Dawn in Your Eyes Part 13

Summary: Alfie has little to no idea why Caroline ever gave him the time of day. The blind woman seemed far too sensible to even speak to him. But soon he finds himself falling helplessly in love.

Part 13: It had to happen sooner or later.

Julia had been watching her niece all morning. Something was different. True, the two hadn’t been spending as much time together, not even close to the amount of time they used to spend together when Caroline was still under her care.

Now she was a married woman with her own career within Julia’s business. The older woman couldn’t help but think about how proud her sister would be. If only she could see her daughter flourishing so much. Monica was always distraught about how her little girl would never be able to live a full life with her disability. Of course, Julia could be dismayed about Caroline’s choice of husband. Still, she knew Monica would be so proud. Also, Alfie did nothing but dote on his new wife. He spoiled her far more than Julia ever did, which she wasn’t sure was possible.

Despite the lavish lifestyle, Caroline still worked hard helping Richard and Elizabeth with their charity work. That’s why she was in the offices in Camden instead of being in Kensington. She and Julia needed to go over the proposed numbers for the year.

“Caroline.”

“Hm?”

“Stand up, would you?”

A bit confused, Caroline put a hand on the desk and stood up. “What?”

“Turn to the side.”

“Which side?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

Caroline had no clue what her aunt was getting at but turned to the right.

Julia got up and moved closer to make sure she wasn’t just seeing things. She touched her niece’s abdomen to make sure she wasn’t crazy. “Oy,” She slapped a hand to her forehead in disbelief.

“What?” The young woman suddenly became very self-conscious, maybe she’d forgotten to do up a button or her headscarf was coming undone.

“You’re pregnant.”

The shock hit Caroline so hard she let out a hysterical bubble of laughter. “No, no. That’s…” Well, it was possible. She and Alfie weren’t shy around each other. It just felt natural and dammit Alfie made it fun. He never failed to put a smile on her face and often times would make her giggle. Without her sight, Alfie knew she relied a good deal on touch. That’s why he made sure to memorize every little quirk about his wife. A quick nip to her collarbone or tickling her toes made her squirm and laugh.

Now it appeared that their rambunctious behaviors had led to something much less light-hearted. Despite talking about it many times before, it still hit Caroline harder than she expected.

Feeling ten pounds heavier, she slowly sank back into her chair. “Oh…” Things that had just seemed like little nuisances were starting to fall into place. She hadn’t bled regularly, her clothes were feeling a bit snug, and she’d become more sensitive to smells.

Julia had to sit with the news for a moment. She grabbed the edge of the nearest desk and put a hand on her hip. Lifting her chin, she stared at the ceiling and muttered a few Yiddish prayers under her breath. Mostly along the lines of God giving her strength.

Julia’s moment was interrupted by Caroline who had begun to cry. “Everything was going al-alright and now look what I’ve done.” She sniffled with her face in her hands.

“Zeeskeit, don’t cry. Hush now.” Julia knelt down to embrace her niece. “Why the tears?”

“Don’t lie to me, tante, you know I can’t be a good mother.” Caroline resisted her aunt trying to comfort her. "That's just ridiculous to assume, everyone knows it wouldn't work out."

“Why would I lie to you, hey?”

“Because everyone does. Everyone wants to pity me and console me like a child. They pretend I can be normal when they treat me like I’m som-some second-class person that they need to coddle.

“I don’t treat you that way and neither does Alfie.”

“Not you two. Other people…” Caroline wiped her eyes and shook her head.

“Who?” Julia tipped her niece’s chin up when she didn’t respond. “Who, Caroline?”

Her lower lip quivered as the memory of Passover returned to her. The exact words of those awful women were still branded into her brain. No matter what Alfie said, she couldn’t wipe them away. “It doesn’t matter.”

“It does matter. No one talks ill about you.” Julia insisted.

Caroline sighed. “I don’t know who it was. They were talking about me. Saying how I would never be a good mother or wife. They assumed that you had paid Alfie to marry me because no one else would.”

Julia scoffed. “Those momzers.” She gritted her teeth because she had an idea of who the two women were that her niece was talking about. There were rumors going around that Julia heard but tried to keep Caroline in the dark about them. “You don’t listen to a word they say, fershtay? They know nothing about you or what you’re capable of. You exceed my expectations every day and for that, I am blessed. And now you and Alfie are blessed with such a wonderful gift. Do not let anyone take that away from you.”

Caroline hiccupped. “It’s a curse. Now Alfie has to worry about a newborn when he already has so much else to worry about!” She cried. "He's busy enough now-now I just. Oh it's all going to fall apart!"

“Don’t ever call your child a curse.” Julia scolded. “That baby is a gift from Him and you ought not question His plan for you.”

She lowered her head in shame. “I’m scared.” She admitted in a sheepish voice.

Julia sighed and carefully tucked a stray piece of Caroline’s hair back in place under her scarf. “That is nothing to be ashamed of. It’s a new challenge. But I trust that you will rise to it, just as you do to every challenge you’ve faced in your life. You’re a strong woman who has overcome so much. HaShem has rewarded you.”

Caroline closed her eyes. She wasn’t worried about what God had planned for her. “What if Alfie is upset?”

“Why would he be?”

She just shrugged. Perhaps it was unsubstantiated. Alfie had done nothing but accepted the idea of having children. He assured Caroline that it would be a good thing in their life, not something to avoid. But she couldn’t get over her own doubts that she projected them onto Alfie.

“If he has a problem with it then he can come to me about it,” Julia grumbled. Caroline couldn’t help but laugh softly. “There’s that lovely smile. Now wipe your tears and I’ll walk you over to the bakery.”

“For what?”

“To tell your husband the good news.”

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Julia let Caroline go into the office alone. She stayed out with Ollie to chat about how his wife and children were doing. Nervously, Caroline knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The hardened lines in Alfie’s face dissolved the second he saw Caroline enter his office. “Were hoping you were gonna stop by. Julia let you go a little early or are you taking a break?” He asked and stood up to greet her.

“A break, I suppose. I have some news.” She told him after he gave her a quick kiss.

“News, eh?” He pulled up a chair for her and ruffled Pilot’s ears affectionately.

Caroline sat and tried to gather the courage to get the words out. “Julia said…well, I think…we both did.” She exhaled in defeat. “Oh for the love of-I-don’t know how to tell you.”

“Tell me what, love?” Alfie leaned against his desk, reaching for her hand. “You know you can tell me anything, ain’t gonna judge you.”

She swallowed and squeezed his hand for a little bravery. “I uh-I think I’m pregnant.”

Her voice was so soft but Alfie heard the word well enough. Baffled, he let out a low whistle of disbelief. “Pregnant, aye? That’s…well, that’s to be expected.” He chuckled nervously and ran a hand over his beard. Truth be told it was some sort of an enigma that his wife hadn’t ended up pregnant much earlier in their marriage.

“I know but it’s still.” Caroline’s voice caught in her throat. “Oh, it’s just so much, Alfie, I don’t know what to do.”

“What do you mean, love? Ain’t nothing for you to do ‘cept carry our child. Not saying that’ll be easy. Can’t imagine toting ‘round a babe in my gut for months on end.”

“But-”

“Caroline, we discussed this. I know you want me to be angry and to tell you that you’ll never be a good mother. But I ain’t ever gonna say it ‘cause it ain’t true. I won’t lie to you. Any child would be lucky to have you as a mother.” He insisted. Don’t matter what the rest of the world thinks. We’ll do it our own way and we’ll make it work. You trust me?”

Tears were welling up in Caroline’s eyes again. “Yes.”

“Then trust that I trust you.” He kissed her knuckles. “Be excited. We’ll have our own family soon ‘nough and that makes me unbelievably happy. Can't even describe it to ya.”

She gave a weak, tearful laugh. “I am happy, I’m just so scared.” Her voice shook.

“I am too.” He chuckled and stood her up so he could embrace her tightly. “If you didn’t know, I ain’t ever been a father before.” He kissed her cheek. “But we’ll figure it out together.”

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It took some getting used to, but Caroline accepted the fact that she was pregnant and in a short period of time she would be giving birth. Many times a day she placed her hand on her stomach to feel the slight swell of her abdomen. Almost as if to make sure the baby was still there or to try to feel any movement. However, Julia told her that it was far too early to feel any movement.

Caroline had to come to terms that she didn’t know much about pregnancy or childbirth. Usually, if any of the women in her life discussed the topic, she tuned the conversation out. Perhaps out of spite or avoidance. She always assumed that she would never be a mother because no man would ever want to marry her.

Now that she was expecting, it seemed pressing to know all the little tidbits to look forward to.

Elizabeth was elated when she heard the news. She said she’d make immediate plans for someone to decorate the nursery with everything the baby would need. She also discussed possible names with Caroline, listing off some of the Solomons relatives that had beautiful Jewish names. It was a bit overwhelming but Elizabeth’s reaction made Caroline feel a little more excited.

In fact, everyone who heard the news wished the couple an enthusiastic ‘Mazel Tov’. Yet, Caroline was wary of who knew. Alfie wanted to tell anyone they came in contact with. Getting ahead of himself, he was just thrilled to be a proud father. His wife was more cautious. Not for her safety, but because she didn’t want people gossiping behind her back.

How could they be so reckless to have a child?

How could Caroline ever think she could be a proper mother?

What if the baby came out blind as well?

All, frankly, ridiculous things but Caroline couldn’t shake them. After Passover, she put her guard up when it came to people she didn’t know well. She just assumed they were talking about her when she left the room.

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Still, she had enough time to herself to enjoy the early stages of her pregnancy. Not the morning sickness, mind you, but just the simple period of waiting. Often times, when she was alone, she’d talk idly to the child. Just like she mindlessly talked to Pilot when it was just the two of them together.

Sometimes she listed out the names that she was considering just so she could hear how they sounded out loud.

That’s what she was doing one unseasonably warm April night. She was upstairs in their home in Camden. The window was open with the curtains swishing back and forth in the warm breeze. The street outside was quiet, only a few people passing by and a car every so often.

Caroline was alone in the flat with Pilot and Apollo. She had sent their maid home, as Alfie was due to be home at any moment. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, a hand over her baby bump. Apollo was curled up on the bed. He’d grown so much in a year but still thought he was a tiny puppy, hardly aware of his long legs. Pilot was sat at Caroline’s feet, his chin resting on her knee.

“Hanna Solomons. Elizabeth said that was Alfie’s mother’s cousin’s name. Or no…was it her sister? Well, that would make it Alfie’s aunt’s name. Now, Elizabeth said her mother’s name was Livna. Livna Solomons. I suppose that’s pretty. Although you could be a boy.” Caroline smiled. “I think Alfie would love to have a boy. Of course, he would love you no matter what.” She chuckled but stopped when she heard a noise from downstairs.

Even Pilot and Apollo perked up. It sounded like footsteps so Caroline called out.

“Alfie? Is that you?”

There was no response. Maybe he hadn’t heard her. Caroline stood up, nudging Pilot to the side and making her way to open the bedroom door.

“Alfie? You home?”

When she didn’t get a response the second time, a hint of dread dropped into her stomach. With the door open, she could definitely tell the noises were footsteps and they were making their way upstairs. “A-Alfie?” She shrunk backward and reached to close the door. Something wasn’t right.

The footsteps reached the landing and began to run at her. It clearly wasn’t her husband as there were multiple people coming after her. So she screamed and hurried to close the door shut. But someone wedged their foot inside to keep it from closing. They shoved forward, knocking Caroline back and forcing the door open.

Pilot jumped up, barking and growling. The massive Newfoundland launched himself at the intruder, teeth bared. Although not technically a trained attack dog, Julia had made sure she gifted her niece with a protective companion just in case.

A man swore and staggered backward when Pilot sunk his teeth into his arm. “Get it off!”

“Just fucking shoot the thing!” Another man snapped.

“No!” Caroline shrieked.

“Shut ‘er up!”

Rough hands grabbed Caroline by the hair, dragging her to her feet. She heard a dull thump and Pilot yipped out in pain.

“Leave him alone, please!” She cried and tried to get to her beloved dog.

“I said, shut ‘er up!” The second man ordered again.

A cloth was placed over Caroline’s mouth to muffle her screams while the butt end of a rifle knocked her on the back of the head, causing her to go limp.

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Yiddish/Hebrew:

Zeeskeit: Sweetheart Momzers: Untrustworthy bastards Fershtay: Understand? HaShem: Hebrew name for God, "The name"

Permanent Tag: @papa-geralt-of-cirilla @giftofdreams

Tag list: @zazasblogxx @thinkingsofamadwoman @deaflikehawkeye @bellarkebxtch

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#alfie solomons #alfie solomonsxoc #alfie solomons x oc #alfie solomons imagine #peaky blinders #peaky blinder imagine #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders fanfiction #fanfiction #ofc #oc #blind character #jewish character #cyril solomons

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stripper-patrick · 5 years

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Hidden🏙 Henry Cavill

Requested by: @mrscullisblog

Warnings: smut, a little bit of angst (you need a magnifying glass 🔍), slight cockwarming, language, fluffff

Relationship: Henry Cavill x requested reader

“Henry I don’t know about this” I look at myself in the mirror dreading my body in this really cute bathing suit

“Iysha you look beautiful” I roll my eyes at my best friend Henry and grab a large t-shirt. I pull it over my head and look at him.

He’s only saying that to me because he’s my best friend when in retrospect he’s into athletic girls. At least that’s what I’ve seen. There’s no chance in hell I’d have a shot at ever being with him.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me” He smiles. God he‘s so beautiful

“Whatever. Have you talked to Christina?”

I set him up on a date with a random girl who’s a friend of a friend and I think it went well. I mean if I can’t be with my best friend is at least want him to be happy with someone. Just to see a smile on his face.

“Uh Yea she said she had a good time. We might be working with something here”

“Great” I lie looking down.

“I really appreciate you doing this for me Iysha”

“It’s nothing”

“Come on then”

....

We’ve arrived at the pool with Christina and Henry smiles at her.

The pair hug and he kisses her cheek. I set up a spot in the sun. I noticed I’ve been a little pale. I lay a towel on the hot chair and lay back putting my long brown hair into a bun and my sunglasses on.

“We’re going to get in the pool” I nod and watch as they get in. His large hands on her beautiful hips leading into her nice abs. I don’t look like that and granite I’ve been trying but I’m also not trying to change myself just to fit his ‘type’. If he likes me as just a friend then I’m gonna have to accept it at my demise.

“Are you Really tanning with a t-shirt on?” Christina asks

“I am” I say coldly. To say I’m jealous would be a stretch but she does have a gorgeous body.

“How about you one in the pool with us” Henry offers

“No thanks not right now”

He looks down and I can tell that sounded very bitchy. I didn’t mean to I’m just pissed the universe isn’t working in my favor.

I close my eyes for a bit letting the sun roast me.

...

I wake up about 5 minutes later and my body is on fire. I see Christina sitting on Henry’s lap as they talk and watch the children.

I watch them look at me and the both get out the water walking up to me. I can’t help but trail my eyes down Henry’s unforgiving body.

“What”

“We’re gonna get drinks after this do you wanna come?” She asks

“Sure I guess” I shrug. He nods and lays next to me

“I’ll sit here and tan with her for a bit”

“Ok” Christina heads back into the pool and I look at Henry

“You weren’t going wit her”

“No are you ok?”

“Yes why” I lie again. I don’t know what’s going on or why I’m so mad at seeing my best friend happy.

“Just asking” he nods

....

We’re at a bar and I feel a little better because I’m in a sundress which mainly covers my body to an extent.

“You look really nice tonight” I tell him

“Thank you so do you” he hands me a shot glass and raises his.

“To... life” we all cheers and throw the shot back. This should be fun.

4 shots and 2 hours later

I’m dancing and I see Henry sipping on a beer alone. I stumble over to him and sit somewhat on his lap.

“Hey” I smile

“Hi”

“Where’s crimson chin- I mean Christina”

“I don’t-“ he looks over and his face sinks. I look where he’s looking to see Christina leaving with a guy.

“Oh I’m sorry H” I drape my arms across him and he chuckles

“Let’s get out of here” I feel a heartbeat drop to my core. I nod and he stands up helping me.

We get to his car and Henry helps me in. As soon as he gets in the car he revs the engine and pulls off. I turn the radio up a little higher hearing Trey Songz.

“Tonight we'll be makin' love faces

Makin' love faces

Shadows on the wall while the candles burnin'

Messin' up the bed while you sweatin' out your perm and

Makin' love faces, makin' love faces” I sing

He turns the radio down and I pout “don’t give me that look what’s wrong”

“You just turned-“

“No I meant today you were just quiet”

“Oh” I get quiet again

“Iysha I won’t ask you again”

“Henry I love you and I know you only go for athletic women but-“

“Wait where did you get that from”

“I am the same person that sets you up on dates so I know what you like”

He pulls into my driveway and stops “I’ll see you later”

“Nope we’re talking about this” he gets out and I get out opening the front door. He walks in behind me and I go to the kitchen grabbing some water.

“Do you want anything to drink or eat”

“I’m fine” I go back in the living room and see him sitting down. I really wanna sit on his lap

“Iysha where did you get that I only wanna be with athletic girls” he asks

“Christina has abs, Julia had muscular legs, Carmen had nice arms I mean come on Henry there’s a pattern”

“So What you think because your not as athletic as those other girls that you don’t qualify as being more than a friend to me?” I keep my head down and my eyes low.

“Yes”

“Ok” he stands up and I look at him. He’s gonna leave I know it. Henry looks at me and grabs my arm pulling me out of my seat.

“What are you-“ he pulls me close and into his lips. Is this really happening? Or am I drunk daydreaming?

I become and instant puddle. I wrap my arms around his neck and we head upstairs. Along the way my dress was thrown off.

I’m laying on the bed feeling small and nervous seeing as I’m naked.

“Do you want this”

“Yes” I nod. He pulls off his shirt and leans down. My legs immediately drop open.

“Look at hoe your body responds when it knows who it belongs to” he smiles. I kiss him and grab a condom from his wallet. Not gonna lie the drunk in me was tempted to snatch his credit card and live a new life but I didn’t.

He rolls it on and I stop him.

“Wait Henry I-“ I feel so ashamed to say this

“What is it”

“I’ve never been with anyone more or less taken it this far”

“S-So your a Virgin?” I bite my lip

“Maybe this was a-“

“If you really want me to take it I will”

“I want you to” I nod

“Ok” he kisses me again and I feel the hooded tip gliding through my slick folds. I feel the head start to pry into me and my walls stretch to fit his length the more he pushes into me.

The pain was almost unbearable to say the least. A tear slips from my eye and Henry catches it kissing my nose.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“No it’s ok” he keeps going and once he’s finally buried deep into me I give myself some time to adjust.

Finally after what seems like ages of cockwarming I’m ready for him.

“Ok” he starts at a slow rhythm which does hurt but not as much as when he was first entering me. I wrap my hand around his neck and he grunts.

“Henry” I moan

“Fuck you feel so good darling” my body arches into him when he begins to graze my g-spot.

“Oh my god” he sucks on my neck and chest forming hickeys as he continues to pound me out.

Henry speeds up his movements driving me insane. My hands take through his hair lightly pulling.

My toes curl on the bed and my hand grips the sheets as he bites his lip moaning my name.

“Iysha fuck” skin slapping skin and our moans and pants are all that audible in the room. And of course the headboard banging against the wall of my apartment.

“Please please please” I’m not sure what I’m begging for. Maybe it’s for him to catch when I fall during my climax. Maybe it’s for Henry to fuck me into oblivion. I just know it’s something

“Are you close my darling?”

“Yes oh my god” usually when I make myself orgasm it’d be quick but this time it’s taking me a little longer. I guess Henry read my mind because he pushed himself deeper and right on my g-spot.

I wail out in pleasure and I arch my back feeling my orgasm swallow me whole.

Henry is next. Hearing his moans had me in pure bliss when he came. They were very throaty and masculine.

I bite my lip and kiss neck as we both come down from our rushes. He pulls out laying next to me disposing the condom in the nearby trash. We’re both laying there trying to catch our breath.

“I’ve never came like that before” I say

“Me either” he chuckles. Pushing his brown locks back

“Did you really mean what you said? That you love me” I turn over on my side facing away from him and pulling the covers up to my chin.

“Every bit of it” I feel him shift and his arm wraps around my waist with his chin in my neck.

“I love you more” he kisses my cheek and soon I hear him fall asleep.

My best friend loves me back.

#smut #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #requested #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill smut

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egoludes · 5 years

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issa 2k writing challenge!

first of all: thank you, thank you, THANK YOU -- i broke 2k followers a while back, and i am just so beyond grateful to you all. i’ve been writing on tumblr on and off for years at this point and this is the happiest and most welcome i’ve ever felt. it’s been so fun to reconnect with and write for characters, actors, and performers i love, but most importantly, to have you all along for the ride! :)

to celebrate this milestone, i put together a little writing challenge! see rules + prompts below and let me know if you have any questions!

guidelines:

you do not have to follow me to participate.

this is a multi-fandom challenge; partial to ones that i’m plugged into (mcu, chris evans, sebastian stan, shawn mendes, harry styles, and niall horan), but open to all -- i will read, reblog, and shoutout every submission!

you can choose at most two prompts and they must be from different categories (i.e. one prompt from dialogue and one prompt from scenarios). bold them in your entry!

right now, there is no cap on how many people can use a prompt, but each prompt can only be used once per character/person.

send me an ask with your prompts + character and i will add it/you to this post!

include warnings as needed and absolutely no underage smut. also drawing a hard line at noncon/rape.

both reader fics and oc fics are allowed.

all pairings (or no pairing!) welcome, so long as they aren’t incestous or don’t include underage characters.

submission deadline: january 1st, at which point i’ll put together a follow forever for all the writers who took part! miss that deadline? no worries! i’ll keep reblogging pieces and adding folks to the masterlist/follow forever as they come with the most up-to-date version linked from my masterlist. we stan content creators and community in this household!

finally, tag all entries as “samis 2k challenge” / tag me in them so i can find them. if i don’t reblog them after two days, you can send the link via submission to make sure i see it.

dialogue

“please, just talk to me.”

“you’ve got to be shittin’ me.”

“this was supposed to be different.”

“tell me something i don’t know.”

“sure, if you’ll let me.”

“you’re not making any sense.”

“please don’t make this any worse.”

“i would if i could.”

“i don’t know if we’ll make it.”

“did you know you could do that?”

“this is probably the stupidest thing i’ve ever done.”

“you promised me.”

“after this, i’m going to have to change my name and leave the country.”

“are you really just going to leave like that?” // @parkeraul + tom holland

“this has to end.”

“what do i get if i win?”

“it was you, wasn’t it?”

“come on, let me see you.”

“we’re never getting out of here.”

“what’s with the entourage?”

“so much for being mature about this.”

“are you that scared of me?”

“shut up and let me think.”

“that’s bullshit, and you know it.”

“i don’t think that means what you think it means.”

“you can’t do this to me.” // @heartopen-testify + bucky barnes

“you’re gonna have to speak up if you want this to go somewhere.” // @fireawaynjh + niall horan; @theshawnmendesstorycollection + shawn mendes

“i didn’t believe you then, and I don’t now.”

“tell me what you know.”

“i’m not letting you blame this on me.”

“who told you i would be here?” // @stylishmuser + harry styles

“i would laugh if it didn’t hurt so much.”

“does it ever hurt being so wrong?”

“i’m done being the only one who cares.”

“could’ve fooled me.”

“this is it...this is how it ends.”

“stop being so dramatic.” // @rainbowshawn + shawn mendes

“is that supposed to make me feel better?”

“you’re really bad at this, huh?” // @heartopen-testify + shawn mendes

aus / tropes

“oh my god, there’s only one bed.”

friends or enemies to lovers // @rainbowshawn + shawn mendes

reincarnated soulmates au

neighbors au // @thickyniall + niall horan

mutants au

college au

roommates au

historical au

supernatural / monster au

crime / mafia / heist au // @feminarrie + chris evans; @parkeraul + tom holland

fake dating au // @mendeshoney + shawn mendes

horror au

royal au

road trip au // @sinplisticshawn + shawn mendes

criminal + bounty hunter/cop au

fallen angel / guardian angel au // @sabrinasweetner + shawn mendes

apocalyptic / post-apocalyptic au

medieval au

single parent au // @theshawnmendesstorycollection + shawn mendes

futuristic au

magic/witches/wizards au

pirate au

steampunk au

space au

superheroes/supervillains au

holiday au (can be any holiday of your choice!)

songs

find all the songs below in the playlist here.

crop circles / jon bellion

say it first / sam smith // @fireawaynjh + niall horan

hold me while you wait / lewis capaldi // @thickyniall + niall horan

superposition / young the giant

rooting for you / alessia cara

weary / solange

anna sun / walk the moon

somewhere only we know / keane

bambi / jidenna

lights up / harry styles

downward / ripe

god’s whisper / raury

gimme / banks

where were you in the morning / shawn mendes

light on / maggie rogers

all night / beyonce

what a time / julia michaels ft. niall horan

same drugs / chance the rapper

thunderclouds / lsd

cool girl / tove lo // @mendeshoney + shawn mendes

summertime magic / childish gambino

false god / taylor swift

waves / normani ft. 6lack

the tide / niall horan

the last of the real ones / fall out boy

memory lane / mcfly

from eden / hozier // @heartopen-testify + bucky barnes

is this still love / danny jones

when the party’s over / billie eilish

cough it out / the front bottoms // @feminarrie + chris evans

laura palmer / bastille

#writing challenge #marvel fanfic #chris evans fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfic #harry styles fanfic #niall horan fanfic #shawn mendes fanfic #writing #fanfic #tags in the comments!

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goji-pilled · 5 years

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I'm rewatching Reflekdoll,again,and tbh I can say for sure this is by far my favourite episode ever.Here some thoughts since I'm a little late to that party lol

-The talk between Chat and Ladybug is like this mix of friendly teasing and joking and a very serious topic (at least that's how I see it lol)But honestly the parts I love so much come after that so skip that

-Juleka and Luka sibling moment.I mean we finally got to see what their realtionship is like and I couldn't be more happy with what we saw.Luka engouraging and supporting his sister and her dreams?Fuck yes that's some really good content

-What else I like about this scene is that I can personally relate to Juleka a lot,not only in Reflekdoll but also in Reflekta.The fact that she didn't want to bother Marinette or how insecure she is is something I did/said/felt too (or well still do/say/feel)Like this feeling that you're all alone,that noone cares or notices you?That hurts,a lot.And it's something I know all to well.And honestly it's super important to show children that these feelings exist because it might help someone

-Juleka not being able to handle a compliment?Yep,absolutely relateable.I swear I'm going to protect Juleka 'till the very end

-Alrighty this is the part that makes me slighty salty:Alya pushing Marinette into things that clearly make her uncomftable.I mean yes she means well and want to help her best friend but seriously,pushing her like this and forcing her into uncomftable situations with Adrien is the absolute wrong way to do it and the girl just doesn't seem to get that.Fucking hell Marinette pretty much begged Alya to not invite Adrien but she is just like "Fuck it!" and disrespects Marinette's wish.

-After 'Ladybug and the Miracubros' we present to you:'Adrien and the Girlsquad'

-Juleka getting more nervous untill it's an actual panic attack.Again I can relate a lot to this,even though I wouldn't say that I have panic attacks.It's more this feeling of becoming so nervous that it feels like you have a knot in your stomach,your throat is dry,you feel super uncomftable and all of the sudden your thoughts are worst case scenarios;"What if I mess up?","What if I'm not good enough?","What if they laugh at me or hate me?",etc.I have these thoughts more often than I like to admit since I was 6/7 years old.It just makes me kinda happy that a show for children shows this topic

-Marinette trying to comfort Juleka is something I loved too.Like Marinette is very understanding here and tries to help Juleka calm down which shows us a bit of their friendship and I just really apprechiate that

-And Alya is at her bullshit again dear god.Honestly Alya sees that Juleka is having a panic attack and all she thinks about is getting Adrien and Marinette together.It's just wrong on so many levels.Not only does she keep disrespecting Marinette but she also head on ignores Julekas situation,which is rude and disrespectful.Like seriously that's so not okay and she should've been called out for that.

-Adrien sweetie thanks for trying.It's good to see that he wants to help Juleka in this situation.

-ALYA GODDAMNIT.And again she is being pushy.Yes Marinette said she's gonna do it herself but in a way where you can tell she wanted to help Juleka and remove the pressure,plus Marinette never said she would never consider Juleka as a model again so there is that!But of course a certain Blogger had to be pushy and forceful about it again.And Adrien didn't even want to model,he just wanted to help.Oh god the way Alya told Juleka to give her suit to Marinette is just...no.Juleka is upset and honestly does Alya notice?No.And Marinette's clearly uncomftable oh god why.

Alya:"I care about all my friends equally!"

Alya:"Adrien!"

Alya:"Marinette!"

Alya reading something from her arm:"And uh...Julia?"

Honestly I could go on with this but let's refocus on the positive stuff.

-How the fuck does noone hear or see Adrien and Marinettd talk with Tikki and Plagg????

-Adrien and Marinette in that Partnerlook just expanded my lifespan for 100 years

-"He's too hot-I mean I'm overheating inhere don't you????"

Mari please you need to calm down oh god please someone save the poor girl-

-Julerose.Julerose.JULEROSE.I swear everytime Juleka and Rose interact my hesrt bursts.Also thank god for Rose and Marinette,it's these two who try to help Juleka (just like in Reflekta).Also Juleka bot wanting to bother others with her feelings?Yes hello I'd like to say that this situation is relatable.

-That soft look Juleka gave Rose after Rose kissed her cheek is just...so adorable and it shows how much Juleka loves Rose

-God Juleka talking herself down?Almost crying and super upset by herself?Probably even hating herself?Yep again,this is all too familiar to me and it feels so good to have a chrachter to relate too.

-"Yet again my young prey fails to be the center of attention."Your "young prey"???Seriously????Gabriel what the fuck-

-YEET THEM GLASSES

-No honestly Nathalie's transformation is so amazing.It's simple but in combination with the amazing theme this transformation is by far one of my favorites.I'd go as far as to say my second favourite transformation(Together with Luka's)

-I genuinly love the whole scene in the lair.I can't even tell you why because I don't know but I just love it.

-Them sending off an Akuma and an Amok?Loved it.

-Petition to let Gorilla adopt Adrien

-Also Gorilla is so soft for these kids

-I loved the scene of Juleka's akumatization.Like the purple maskoutline being a combination between Hawkmoth's and Mayura's looks so fucking cool

-Reflekta is back bitches!Honestly Reflekta has always been one of my favourite akumas and I'm happy seeing her again!Also her design is so fucking amazing holy shit

-I'm not fan of Miraculous' english dub but Juleka's voice actress is amazing.Lots of love to her.

-"I'm gonna show you what it feels like to be me!"Honestly that's such a great line on many diffrent levels.Not only does she say it because she's a villain right now but because she obviously has some kind of selfdisliking and ugh can you make Reflekta even more relatable too?

-"Juleka is no more,I'm Reflekta!Everyone always forgets about Juleka anyway..."Honestly this is again a pretty deep line and it shows more of her emotions...And I can relate to certain dagree.It feels like people just forget about you,that you're not important,don't matter,sometimes you want to be someone else so badly...Honestly Juleka truly is one of my favourite characters

-Reflekta turning Marinette into a Reflekta and saying:"Perhaps you'll understand me better now that you're in MY shoes!"It's another line that shows how Juleka(or at this moment Reflekta) feels.She feels misunderstood and wow same here haha...

-Tikki and Plagg's interaction earlier was great and Plagg reassuring Tikki is so adorable.Honestly these two need more screentime together

-"Rose!Where are you my BFF!"Juleka has the 'She's just a friend' desease,we all know what people in this show mean when they say:"She's just a friend".And since she said BFF they're probably married

-Plagg calling for Chat Noir and then almost casually telling Marinette his identity is gold.

-Honestly all Plagg/Marinette interactions are gold.I love this chaos duo.They are the best part about Kwami swap AUs.Also Plagg looks and sounds so soft when talking to Marinette I love them

-Marinette taking the ring like:"Fuck it"

-I love the detail that the Miraculous changes to it's wielder

-LADY NOIR TRANSFORMATION.I absolutly loved everything about it and it's my favourite transformation with Roi Singe's

-Lady Noir is giving me gay thoughts

-Lady Noir said fuck Reflekdoll rights

-Tikki is just like:"Oh god no the choas duo finally found eachother-"

-Adrien not introducing himself,rude.

-Adrien taking the earings:"Fuck it I always wanted to do this"

-MISTERBUG TRANSFORMATION.I love his transformation so much,he's an adorable Bugboy.Honestly his version of the Ladybug theme sounds so great holy shit

-Adrien sweetie why do you have a Reflekta head agi-oh never mind it's gone

-Hot take:Marinette does the Black Cat transformation better than Adrien,while Adrien does the Ladybug transformation better

-"M'lady Noir" I love it

-Adrien did the Orgins-Ladybug move with that yo-yo

-Lady Noir helping Misterbug out even though she sounds a bit rude gives me life

-The Lucky Charm scene is amazing I love it,them arguening and teasing like a married couple god just kiss already you dumbasses

-Again Marinette is explaining how the Lucky Charm works even though she may sound a little harsh she means well but she didn't have to hit him.......well it was funny...haha

-"Why don't you help me instead of making fun of me?!"...Adrien...she explained you the lucky charm the whole time...she tried helping you and teased you....you pun and tease her all the time...your still an adorable bugboy and I love you

-Marinette is so extra when summoning her cataclysm...I love it.Though she could've thought about the idea of cataclysming a sentimonster a bit longer...she's still a queen and I love her

-Adrien getting to explain cataclysming a sentmoster is a nice contrast to her explaing the lucky charm

-That wink Lady Noir gave Misterbug that just gave me a lot of life

-Reflekta is the first Akuma to ask for help nakwsnkwwk

-And again she helped him by reminding him to catch the akuma in a teasing tone

-Idk why but Adrien catching an Akuma and saying Marinette's catchphrases was so awesome

-Adrien admitting and understanding why LB never jokes around is some character developement we stan!Untill the writers decide to take that way that is but y'know

-Marinette admitting that she's happy to have a little less responsibilty for once hurts my heart like the girl has so much responsibilty and stress an in the end it always depends on her to fix thing and she just needs a break and a hug...

-Them working our a plan was great.It showed how well they work together and just ugh,kiss already you idiots!

-Gabriel goddamnit why are you letting her use the damn Miraculous god jesus

-Dusuu is absolutely adorable and I love her

-oh...rip Nathalie

-Oh the reunion with their kwamis was so sweet holy cow my heart is gonna explode

-And here I go again becoming salty,like Marinette should not have been the one to apolagize.It should have been Alya,to both Juleka and Marinette.Alya way the one being rude,pushy,disrespecrful ans inconsidered.But oh well of course it's always Mari's fault...

-Adrien and Girlsquad are the Brotp

Anyway overall I love Reflekdoll so much.It absolutely is my favourite episode.From Juleka/Luka sibling moment,being able to relate so strongly to Juleka,Mayura's transformation,the Kwami swap untill the end I loved the episode,despite being salty here and their but you can't expect me to watch a mlb episode and not be salty

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #alya salt #ml salt #kinda?#im tagging it to be safe #but yeah i loved reflekdoll

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ALRIGHT SO

i have a ton of opinions i wanna share on each of the characters and i guess i will do that with this post!! id love to hear other peoples opinions as well tho so if you have any you wanna write down dont be shy 👀

ill put this under a cut cause this is gonna be LON G

alright so!!!

Taako: honestly a very complex and complicated character? Although he’s arguably one of my two absolute favs from the show, i dont agree with all of his actions while 100% understanding others. Justin actually keeps reminding us that Taako isnt a hero, isnt a good person which is good cause i tend to forget that a lot :^)) its hard to not see people as either good or bad and i think taako is a fantastic character to highlight this grey area. He has very strict priorities which are easy to understand once you know his past. What may seem out of character sometimes is actually just. taako and his different priorities. And thats very interesting to me? Like being able to have a character that does good while being conscious of the bad things theyve done and still do, while knowing theyre not a hero makes them very human in my eyes and thats what i appreciate about him the most. Also: hes just super fun!!! his iconic quotes really add to the show and so does his very non-heroic behaviour. it especially contradicts nicely with magnus’ personality while not making their friendship suffer!! Magnus: just a through and through good guy!!!! i love him!!! hes way more of a black-or-white character (100% lawful good) which isnt a bad thing per se, cause he still has complexity and depth to him. While im usually not a big fan of the whole “oh i lost someone i loved and thats what defines my whole life” trope, Magnus’ backstory doesnt feel like that at all. Maybe because I know its very much inspired by Travis’ mother which is also why i wanna be very careful about this topic cause god, what happened is an awful awful thing. But also cause Julia isnt just “the wife”, she’s a fantastic character in herself and thats what sets this backstory apart from most others of this kind ive seen. Magnus has more to him than just that tho and i think his friendship with Carey is especially outstanding to me!!! Its just so refreshing to see a friendship develop “””on-screen””” and this friendship having no ulterior motive!! they just really like each other platonically!!! hell yeah!!! But what i like about him the most is probably that while his looks may be the most “conservative” out of all the main characters with him being this big and burly and masculine fighter, he’s so caring and loving and compassionate. And thats just such a nice twist? Lup: I love Lup. She is complex, has understandable motives and relationships and all in all is just a really good addition to the crew!!! Still, i think what made all of that suffer a little bit was her introduction to the show? I dont know, i wish we would have known she was there all along, cause just going “oops taako had a twin sister the whole time!!” was a bit?? sudden?? Also a weird thing for Justin I guess? Cause it interfered greatly with Taakos backstory and who Taakos was as a person. ALTHOUGH like Justin said, nothing really changed actually! I didnt change how Taako behaved or how he got to where he is, so thats all good i guess!! Back to her introduction: there was the whole umbrastaff spelling out her name of course, and the revelation was epic and i enjoyed it, but,,, idk!! it just felt like a shame that such a fantastic character was only added so late into the show through such a “”clicheed””” introduction idk!!! ANYWAY im super glad she’s here now!! Also, she really balances out taako (and the other way around) while not being a copy of him. Like, Im very glad shes not just Taako 2 while still having some of the same mannerisms, it sets them apart without setting them apart too much? She’s witty and confident and for a few episodes i was really scared she was just gonna be a manic pixie dream girl -like character for taako and barry hhh,, cause thats just how most pop media handles good female characters :^)) once again: really glad that didnt happen and Griffin let her be her own person with problems and worries and dreams and relationships of her own. i love her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (kinda wish we knew more about her as a person and not just what she means to other people tho yknow??) Lucretia: Probably my other fav character from balance, and like Taako a very complex and complicated person (you can see a pattern here huh sdjskdj). In my opinion, she’s maybe even the best developed NPC, with a character growth unrivaled by any other character on the show. Her action of deleting everyones memories is such a grey area move but one thats just so understandable and human? She saw how much her friends suffered and couldnt take it anymore, so like Travis i very much think shes a tragic hero, not a villain. The isolation she went through following this decision was a sacrifice she willingly took to just see her friends happy again and i actually think thats very noble? She even stopped the war on earth around the relics that would have otherwise destroyed the whole planet. Still, making everyone forget lup wasnt. the nicest thing to do :^)) especially cause lup sacrificed so much to get to the point where the 7 had finally accomplished their mission of hiding the light, cause yeah, lucretias plan for that would have been fatal and while lups plan wasnt perfect, at least it meant life could continue on the planet below. So i can very much understand Taakos dislike of Lucretia now that he knows the whole picture. All in all tho, Lucretia is a fanastically written character, incredibly human in her actions and someone who put the happiness of her friends and the world below above all of her own needs. She’s a strong leader and has a heart of gold!!!!!!

#OOF i just had to type these out sjdksd #especially after listening to the last ttazz which was super interesting as always and which i wish there was more of!!!!!#taz spoilers

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