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diosama27 · 1 year

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Yami Sukehiro

It was such a beautiful night as you were walking back home worn out after work. There were no people around as it was pretty late into the night. You just enjoyed the late night summer breeze along with some perfectly fit aesthetic music.

You walked alongside the road humming to that one particular song which you simply couldn't get off of your mind, as you plugged in your headphones and played that same song which had the necessity to be heard more than once, the feeling was beatific.

You enjoyed your night vaguely noticing some tried figures of other late workers walking, as they dragged themselves home the same way as you. Well atleast you had your songs.

It was Saturday so you could just blow off your pent up steam tomorrow atleast. You walked alongside the road while millions of thoughts lingered in your brain.

Suddenly you noticed something pass by but couldn't figure out what it was, you only felt the speed of the passing body through the force of the air with which it hit you. Before even you could realise that it was a motorcycle, it was long gone and now out of your sight.

You heard a faint siren of the police which caught your attention now that your headphones were plugged off while you searched for the source of that windstorm you experienced before.

The siren was roaring louder than before ringing in your ears as the vehicle was now in close proximity.

You waited in the same spot to feed your curiosity as to why was a patrol car out there chasing someone this late while it's sirens were blaring across the street, since it's not a usual thing in your place.

As you stood there another motorcycle was coming towards you fast but not as fast as the previous one and you could see the police were just behind him.

He was using only his left hand to balance the motorcycle steering and the other to support his head as his elbow rested on his thigh.

He saw you for a brief moment, and he honked pretty hard while he was passing by, but you didn't mind it though. Even if you were the only person around as other late workers were far ahead as a result of your stupid curiosity.

It started to feel uncomfortable as he kept staring your way even after he passed by. He was freaking chased after by the Cops and still this guy had the guts to ogle his eyes at other people.

But to be honest that momentary eye contact from this stranger made your heart flutter and gave you butterflies.

Time stopped for you and you could say the same for him by the way he was looking at you.

The rest of the world kept moving forward but you were static and only the different types of emotions were briming within you.

The way his eyes grew wider and wider as he came close to you. You have never believed in love at first sight, that was bullshit to you but now you have a whole new hypothesis.

His wide eyes, the slightly parted mouth, the way his dark ebony hair swayed and danced along with the gusting wind.

The eye contact you shared with this stranger didn't even last for a couple of seconds but the it felt like decades.

He could've gotten into an accident by the way he turned his whole head and was staring right into your soul. But right before the police caught up to him he vanished into a turn.

He took a cut at a narrow alley ahead as he escaped the chase. The police were not able to further the case. So they moved forward in hope of catching the previous guy.

Now you preferred only some peace and no songs in your walk because your phone was about to die any minute and at the exact moment you hear the same horn again but now with certain pauses.

You turned to confirm wether your bizzare guess was right, well guess what? It was.

It was the same guy who was freaking holding his damned head by supporting his elbow on his thigh as the "police were chasing him"; who had the audacity to ogle at people while being "chased"; and who was freaking shifting himself perfectly to see you even after passing by on the motorcycle while "being freaking chased", now he came from behind you once more honking his way towards you.

You gasped as he was just straight away from you and as to why this man is here or is he not afraid of getting caught or wether this other guy from before was caught by the police or not and all those thoughts which every random stranger would've had in this scenario.

He speed before you and parked his bike dead ahead of you.

Well now it was obvious that you somehow got yourself entangled into something which could be alot harder to get away with.

Why was the guy who was being "chased by the police" glancing at me?? I don't know.

So why is he now standing before me?? I guess we'll never know.

Is he a criminal? Maybe. Wait what the hell yn.

If so, could he be a kidnapper? No way, just look at him, he's attractive, but maybe, like who knows.

Even if he's one, there's no way he's gonna take me even if he want to, he just couldn't "perks of being a big girl".

(AN: Laughing in cardi)

(AN: Gurl let's be real; he... You mean him, he could freaking sabotage a tank if he wanted to)

As all these stupid thoughts kept flooding your brain he just stood before you. You saw him and took a few strides opposite to him and made sure there was enough space between the two of you.

"Heyyy?" You heard him speak, you knew it was you who he was calling out to but you pretended to think that you were wrong.

It could be creepy, a guy starting a conversation in an empty road in the middle of the night with no fucking people around, just before when you witnessed him on a motorcycle while the police were after him, "It's some creepy ass stuff even if the guy is attractive as hell, it is sure creepy"

You hear him call out more and abruptly he races before you and blocks your way. "Well, well, it's you I'm calling to darling".

Now he was infront of you, shoulders hunched to reach your eye level. You could smell alcohol and a mix of cigar in his breath as he speaks. "Maybe he's drunk" you thought.

"Hellooo... Earth to miss beautiful here" he says while snapping his fingers infront of you to take back your attention.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who you are" you say as you try to walk past him. Instead he just strides past you and stops you again.

"I know you don't know who I am, that's why I think it will be my pleasure if we both could get to know each other" he says in a flirty tone as a coquettish smirk creeps on his face. He moves his raven hair out of his face.

His right hand travels to grab your right hand as gentle as possible and holds the back of your hand moving it closer towards his face.

"May I ???" he asks for your permission to kiss your hand.

If this man didn't smell like fucking alcohol or if you didn't personally authenticate him being pursued by the police, you would've thought that he was "one hell of a gentleman who you would die to get".

You loose your composure even with the minimum share of physical contact with this resplendent stranger. He makes you nervous, well who could not be? Literally he was furtively moving towards you the whole time.

As you stand there in a daze, he motions his face, inching towards the back of your hand, you could feel his "steamy" hot breath, as your heart starts to pump more red blood cells to that one particular area of your hand where you could feel his breath which started to induce heat all over from your face.

You pulled your hand away before it could touch his lips, those beautifully drawn, glossed lips, which could captivate you in the state of a more blissful nirvana that you could never attain by yourself.

If only you could just fall right between those heavenly lips of his, you would get consumed with the darkness and lust of your soul and his while exploring a new and different world in them, which I assure you that you would love and proclaim as yours.

"Now.... Did I just take the awkward turn. Shitttt" he cussed. "I'm sorry, but i hope we could start again. I'm Yami Sukehiro. Could I be honoured to be acknowledged by your presence and blessed by your name" he says as the pounding in your heart was about to go silent any minute now.

This night with this creepy handsome stranger could result in 'literally' taking your breath away.

You stand there as steam radiates from your body and as you're imaginary nose bleeding makes you anemic.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested. It's late I should get going" you say as you walk away, when you feel him not persuading you anymore you felt the relief what you'd feel when your almost full bladder which was about to burst just a minute ago is now being unloaded slowly intensifying the relief, yeah, exactly, that's how you felt.

Promptly you heard his heavy steps approaching you as you darted ahead on the road as nimble as you could only for him to block you again.

Now he coerced a piece of paper into your plam and signalled you to call him using his hand and waited for your reply.

You just nod your head without making any eye contact as you hear him say "Is that a yes?" For which he didn't get a reply as you swiftly paced away from the scene with hearing no more chasing and approaching foot steps you further crumbled the paper in your hands which was now gonna sit on your nightstand forever or in your apartment trashcan considering it as some paper scrap as there is no way in hell you would willing call a stranger who made you feel soo many ways within a couple of hours.

The tranquillity that this incident would just be a "I was creeped out by a weirdo on a late night Saturday" in your dairy or notes but instead beginning to collapse the serenity you obtained as you find him again and again on the same road to your apartment for it to be more than a mere coincidence as days pass by. While you persistently try to avoid him, you knew that you fucked up real good this time.

#chubby reader #black clover fic #yami sukehiro #anime #Yami Sukehiro x chubby reader #yami x reader #black clover #black clover yami #sukehiro yami

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hockeylvr59 · 7 months

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Here With Me Part 28 || Taylor Makar

Author’s Note: Kelsey considers what the future may hold for her and Taylor before jetting off to Calgary to spend two weeks with him and the Makar's. FC: Marina Laswick (@marooshk on instagram). P.S. Happy 1 week until Taylor's season starts.

Warnings: familial fighting, relationship tension, awkwardness // Word Count: 4,548

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Twenty Seven

Days passed one by one as Kelsey watched the countdown tick away while she did her best to keep herself busy. She met up with friends, continued plugging away at her thesis paper, and worked on applications for med school. Yet she hadn’t been able to get one of the questions on Tufts application out of her head.

Outside of beginning your residency or other academic avenues, where do you see yourself in five years (family, social, hobbies, ect.)?

It was something that Kelsey hadn’t really thought about before, so focused on getting into med school so that she could become an obstetrician. Immediately her mind drifted to Taylor and how in love with him she was and what the future held for them. The first year of med school would be manageable, he’d still be at UMass and all of the schools she’d applied to so far weren’t that far of a drive.

But what about after that? What about once Taylor was done with school?

That was already in the back of her mind when Taylor brought up being asked back to the Avalanche’s prospect camp in July about a week before she was set to fly to see him.

There was a strong chance that Taylor would remain a member of the Avalanche organization which would put him in Colorado once he was done with school. 2,000 miles. That was a hell of a lot more distance to cover.

And it wasn’t like the University of Colorado didn’t have a good med school program, they were just as good if not better than other schools she was applying to.

So much was still up in the air regarding her and Taylor’s future as a couple but if Tayor was going to be in Colorado, shouldn’t she at least apply and make it an option for herself? At least give themselves that chance? Possibly one year of long distance versus three or more. It seemed stupid not to and before she knew it Kelsey had submitted the University of Colorado’s medical school as one of her primary choices and completed the application and all other requirements.

Unless Taylor brought it up however, she was going to keep it to herself just in case she wasn’t accepted. No point in getting his hopes up unnecessarily.

****

Thankfully her passport had arrived a few days prior to her scheduled departure. Kelsey had tried to pack modestly, they were spending a few days in Calgary before heading to his family’s lake house in BC so light clothes were the name of the game. She threw a pair of pants into her suitcase in case of cool evenings but decided she could just steal one of Taylor’s hoodies when she got there in order to save space.

“And where exactly are you packing to go?” As she packed two new swimsuits, Kelsey heard her mother’s voice appear in her doorway. She had purposely avoided telling her parents about her trip, though she had mentioned going to see Taylor to her dad, just without specifics.

“Calgary to see Taylor.” As soon as the words left her mouth, Kelsey could practically see the smoke spilling from her mom’s ears.

“I don’t think so.” The tone of her mom’s voice signaled that she expected those four words to be the end of it. Turning around, Kelsey put both hands on her hips signaling that she wasn’t backing down.

“You can think whatever you want mom but I’m going to visit my boyfriend and his family.”

“I’m telling you you’re not allowed to go.”

“Yeah well last I checked I’m an adult so you no longer get to make decisions for me.”

“I already told your cousin Mary we would be at her baby shower next weekend.” If her mother really thought she was going to guilt trip Kelsey into staying she had another thing coming.

“You mean for her fifth child? The one she only got pregnant with hoping it would guilt her husband into staying…yeah I’ll pass.”

“She’s going to ask where you are.”

“Because she was so concerned when I wasn’t any of the first four. Yeah I don’t think so.”

“Kelsey Anne. You’re not going.”

The glare shared between them could melt a glacier.

“If I had said I was going to the Outer Banks with some girlfriends would we be having this conversation right now?”

Her mother didn’t even have to say it for Kelsey to know that they indeed would not be.

“You’re only acting like this because you don’t like my boyfriend even though you haven’t even given him a chance. And that’s too bad….because I am head over heels in love with him and I’m going to do everything I can to make sure that I get to spend the rest of my life with him. So you’re just gonna have to get used to it.”

“He’s only going to leave you once he graduates.”

“Given that you know literally nothing about him and what kind of person he is I don’t think you get to draw that conclusion. I’m going to Calgary, that’s all there is to it. Now get out of my room so I can finish packing.”

Slamming her door shut as soon as her mother walked away, Kelsey leaned against it and sighed. Her mom was certainly doing an A+ job of pushing her away and making her never want to come home again.

*****

Kelsey hadn’t spoken to her mom again prior to catching a ride with a friend to Boston and hopping onto her plane to Calgary early Monday June 12th. Thankfully she had found a direct flight so after a roughly six hour plane ride she arrived in Calgary mid afternoon.

Texting Taylor that she had landed, she made her way through customs and to baggage claim to get her suitcase before heading out to the pickup area once Taylor had confirmed that he was there waiting for her.

Though she knew that the pickup lane was the most practical spot to meet, Kelsey was a little bummed that it meant she wasn’t going to get a hug and kiss from Taylor as they needed to load her bag into the back and get going. All she wanted after three weeks apart was to feel his arms wrapped around her. Nonetheless, after loading her bag, she climbed into the passenger seat and smiled at Taylor softly, though the tension from the flight and everything still lingered in her body.

“Hey.” Taylor murmured as he leaned over the center console to kiss her softly and quickly before pulling away from the curb.

“Flight okay?” Taylor asked as he made his way back toward the highway.

“Yeah, just long.” Kelsey murmured back.

Once Taylor was safely on the highway with slightly less traffic surrounding them, his right hand fell to her thigh rubbing softly. It wasn’t a hug but it would do for now and Kelsey rested her hand on his, squeezing gently.

Looking out the window, Kelsey took in the new sights surrounding her, a bit overwhelmed by it all. Eventually Taylor got off the highway and navigated through back streets before coming to a stop. It wasn’t a residential neighborhood, so Kelsey was a little confused.

“I thought we’d stop for ice cream.” Taylor declared, looking over at her with the softest eyes.

“Sure.” Kelsey agreed. Ice cream did sound good but first Kelsey really needed that hug.

Climbing out of the car, Kelsey moved to meet Taylor, stopping in front of him expectantly.

“Ice cream is that way.” He pointed, a smirk developing on his face.

“Taylor…” Kelsey insisted, knowing he knew what she really wanted. Chuckling softly, he finally pulled her into his arms, lips pressing softly against her hair. Immediately the tension poured off Kelsey’s shoulders and she hugged him back tightly, face buried into his chest.

“Guess it’s a good thing I showered after the gym this morning.” He joked after a few minutes, causing Kelsey to pull away, giggling softly at how he always knew how to settle her mood.

“I missed you.” She shrugged softly, her tone raw.

“Missed you too. Now let’s get some ice cream.” Taylor declared, tucking her into his side as he guided her to the store so she could pick out her post flight treat.

With some of her tension finally lifted, Kelsey could finally feel the excitement radiating from Taylor as he kept peeking down at her and it made her feel warm to know that he was so excited that she had come to see him.

Sitting close in a spot in the shade, they devoured their treats, Kelsey choosing to embrace being in Canada and having maple flavored ice cream made from Canadian syrup and Canadian dairy while Taylor had a vegan coconut lime. It was not her preference but it was still good and something different than she’d had before.

After finishing, they disposed of their trash before heading back to the car hand in hand.

“Alright, back to my parents.” He declared as Kelsey stopped him near the passenger door.

“First I want a proper kiss.” Kelsey insisted, fisting his shirt gently, not satisfied with only the quick peck at the airport. At the moment, the parking lot wasn’t full of kids or anything so it wasn’t like it would be wholly inappropriate.

Taylor just smiled, face completely relaxed and happy before humming and dipping his head to press his lips to hers as she lifted up against him, exploring him after the separation.

After a moment, Kelsey felt his dick press a bit more insistently against her stomach and she smiled into the kiss. She was in lazy plane clothing but yet he was still reacting to her.

Breaking the kiss, Kelsey gazed up at him with twinkling eyes, acknowledging how he’d grown a bit just from a simple kiss with just a look.

“You’re trouble.” He mumbled into her ear before opening the passenger door for her. Quickly he rounded the car to climb into the driver’s seat but after putting the key in the ignition he leaned his head back against the headrest.

Reaching over, Kelsey rested a hand on his thigh causing him to turn his head looking at her like ‘let me regroup would you.’

Giggling softly, Kelsey pulled her hand back and bit her lip as Taylor adjusted himself in his shorts.

“Yeah better get that under control since we can’t have sex at your parents’.”

“What?” Taylor questioned his voice filled with confusion which only made Kelsey confused.

“We can’t have sex at your parents’.” She repeated.

“My parents don’t care.” Taylor stated matter of factly. “They basically know we’re having sex. As long as we’re safe they don’t care.”

Kelsey could only stare at him, a mixture of shock and disbelief on her face.

“Kels….” Taylor murmured. “My mom saw the hickeys you left on me before I came home for Christmas and all I got was a ‘just be safe and use protection.’”

Kelsey’s cheeks flared red and she turned her head to the window clearly looking uncomfortable.

“Doesn’t mean they’re okay with it happening under their roof.” Kelsey mumbled.

“Kels if you don’t wanna have sex, we won’t, but I’m telling you my parents couldn’t care less so long as there are no grand babies for a long time.”

With Taylor’s erection dissipating because of the conversation, he buckled his seatbelt and shifted the car into reverse, backing out of the parking spot and proceeding back to the road.

It didn’t take long to get home and after parking the car, Taylor moved to help Kelsey with her bags.

“Welcome to Calgary, Kels.” Taylor grinned, putting that prior conversation behind them and focusing on enjoying the two weeks his girlfriend was here. Following him inside, Kelsey’s first thought was that it was quaint and comfortable, everything she had assumed Taylor’s parents’ home would be. “Mom and dad should be home soon but c’mon we’ll take your bags to my room and then I’ll give you the tour.”

“Your room?” Kelsey breathed, the words sticking with her the moment he’d said them.

“Yeah Kels…my room where you’ll be staying…with me.” Taylor declared, turning to face her after setting the bags down at the bottom of the stairs. “Where did you think you’d be staying?”

“I don’t know…a guest room.” Kelsey shrugged. An exasperated look crossed Taylor’s face before he shook his head softly noting to himself that they would revisit later if she wanted to sleep in the guest room once she was actually sounding like herself.

“I think we need to have a conversation with my parents later.” Taylor sighed, turning to pick Kelsey’s bags up and starting up the stairs to set them in his room for now at least.

With Kelsey following, Taylor gave her a quick tour of the house before suggesting that she take a post-travel shower. Though Kelsey hesitated for a minute she finally agreed that was a good idea and so Taylor got her a clean towel and showed her how the shower works before heading back downstairs to the couch.

That was where Laura found him when she got home from work ten minutes later.

“Hey sweetie, where’s Kelsey?” Laura asked, seeing that Taylor was all alone.

“Showering.” Taylor replied, running his fingers through his hair. “Can you do me a favor and talk to her about room sharing and stuff?”

“Sure. I’m just going to change first.” Laura confirmed, knowing something must be off if Taylor was already asking her to talk to Kelsey, before moving to go through her usual post work routine.

When she came back down, Kelsey was in the kitchen getting a glass of water and Laura immediately greeted her, offering a hug.

“We’re so glad you’re finally here.” Laura declared, her hug warm as she wrapped Kelsey in her arms. Though it didn’t last long, it was the kind of hug that you couldn’t help but relax into.

“I’m glad to be here too.” Kelsey murmured back, though her voice wasn’t filled with its usual confidence.

“Was your flight okay?” Laura inquired.

“Yeah.” Kelsey agreed. “Just a little long. I’ve only flown along the east coast before so it was definitely longer than I’m used to.”

“I bet.” Laura replied, moving around the kitchen to get together the things she needed to make dinner. As she did, Taylor appeared from the living room, kissing Kelsey’s head as he moved to refill his own drink.

“So what’s the plan for the week before we head to the cabin Thursday?” Laura questioned.

“Just figured I’d show Kels Calgary tomorrow and then Wednesday we’d go hike Mount St. Piran.” Taylor declared, smiling as Kelsey grinned at the thought of a hike. “It’s got some great views and isn’t as crazy busy as some of the other trails out that way so it should be good.”

“Make sure you take plenty of water and sunscreen.” Laura reminded, as all mothers do.

“Of course. Kels and I have the whole hiking thing down by now with all our post season hikes.” Taylor bragged because even if it had only been two or three, that was more than he’d hiked at all the previous year in Amherst.

“Good.” Laura nodded. “Now can you go clean off the grill and get it started for dinner for me?”

“On it.” Taylor declared, moving to gather the things he needed.

“And Kelsey can keep me company in here.” Laura added on, gesturing for Kelsey to take a seat at the kitchen island.

Kelsey exchanged a look with Taylor before he dipped outside and then swallowed hard.

“How are med school applications going? Taylor mentioned you’d been spending a lot of time of on those these last few weeks.” Laura questioned, trying to make Kelsey comfortable before beginning to ask what Taylor had wanted her to.

“First round is in so now I just wait for interviews and stuff in the fall.” Kelsey explained with a shrug.

“Well that’s good. Now you can just relax while you’re here.” Laura stated with a smile while peeling sweet potatoes. “I’m sure Tay took your things to his room since we figured you’d be most comfortable there.”

Immediately Kelsey turned a little pink and dropped her eyes to look intently at her glass of water.

“If you’d prefer a guest room, we can get one set up for you that’s no problem.” Laura added, watching as Kelsey opened and closed her mouth a few times without speaking. “Whatever makes you comfortable Kelsey…that’s all we want.”

“I want to sleep next to him…” Kelsey whispered, tone almost ashamed.

“Then what’s stopping you?” Laura questioned, clearly sensing there was more going on.

Flushing further, Kelsey shrunk into the stool she was sitting on. Meanwhile, Laura continued peeling and cutting the sweet potatoes before putting them in foil and starting on starting on the green beans that would join them.

“I don’t want to give you any reason not to like me.” Kelsey eventually mumbled under her breath, peeking out to where Taylor was still scrubbing away at the grill.

“Kelsey…why would that make us not like you?” Laura started. “We got you two a hotel room in Amherst and Gary dropped Taylor off at your apartment to sleep over before that. It’s not a secret to anyone that you have sleepovers together.”

“Would be to my parents….” Kelsey muttered softly. With the front door opening with Gary’s arrival, the conversation paused as Taylor’s dad made his way into the kitchen greeting Kelsey warmly.

“Would you look at that, she made it.” He grinned, though he immediately picked up on the tension in the room.

“Hi Mr. Makar.” Kelsey stated softly.

“You know it’s Gary Kelsey.” He reminded her, moving to kiss his wife. “Everything good in here?” He asked in her ear.

“Can you take the chicken and vegetables out to T, he should have the grill going by now.” Laura questioned, the look they exchanged signaling that they were working on some things but alright.

As Gary headed outside, Laura turned to wash her hands.

“Kelsey, I’m not going to force you to talk about your relationship with your parents if you don’t want to even though it doesn’t seem to be a healthy one based on what you’re projecting onto us.” Laura stated simply. “I’ll just say, in this house we just want Taylor…and by extension you…to be happy and comfortable. You’re both adults. You’re in a committed relationship. As long as you’re being safe it’s frankly none of our business what you do behind closed doors. We’re not going to suddenly stop liking you because you want to share a bed with my cuddly son or even engage in other adult activities. To be frank, the thing that would make us not like you is if you hurt him by pulling away out of fear of what we might think.”

“I love him so much.” Kelsey whispered. “I just don’t want to do anything to mess up a possible forever.”

Rounding the island, Laura pulled Kelsey into a hug.

“If forever is what you want then don’t let anyone outside of you and T define your relationship okay.”

Nodding into Laura’s shoulder, Kelsey hugged her back focusing on taking some deep breaths. Even once they had pulled apart, Kelsey was still a bit shaky and murmured that she was going to T’s room for a minute.

After climbing the stairs, Kelsey stepped into Taylor’s room and moved over to the bed, flopping back onto it and closing her eyes. Immediately Taylor’s scent enveloped her causing waves of comfort to wash over her. It had only been 18 days but god had she missed how he smelled.

Breathing deeply, Kelsey tried to push everything weighing on her mind away and just focus on the fact that she was in Taylor’s childhood bedroom with the man she adored right downstairs instead of thousands of miles away.

With her eyes closed, Kelsey was unsure of how much time had passed before she heard a throat clearing in the doorway and her eyes met Taylor’s when she opened them.

“Mom sent me to check on you…” He declared, though he didn’t move from his spot.

“You can come in, you know…” Kelsey murmured. “It is your room. Though I’m hoping you’re still willing to share it with me.”

As Taylor moved closer, Kelsey sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

“I’m sorry for earlier.” She mumbled. “I just…god I want your parents to like me and my mom can be really damn good at clouding what I think other people are going to perceive and yeah.”

“Are we good now?” Taylor asked, still standing in front of her.

“Still processing a little but I think so…” Kelsey murmured. “I just want you.”

Taylor still appeared a little on edge so Kelsey stood, sliding her arms around him in a hug.

“I love you T. So fucking much it’s scary sometimes.”

“Love you too Kels.” Taylor murmured, slowly relaxing as Kelsey rubbed his back.

“Think dinner is ready? Because I could really use fed…” Kelsey eventually questioned, her stomach rumbling slightly.

With Taylor nodding, Kelsey stretched up for a quick kiss before moving with him back downstairs, trying to quell any anxiety about being around his parents.

Thankfully, neither acted like anything had happened and just settled into eating dinner that the guys had grilled up. It wasn’t anything special but having not really eaten all day it definitely hit the spot and Kelsey devoured her entire plate in no time.

Nudging her side, Taylor offered her a little more chicken from his huge portion and Kelsey nodded, sliding a hand along his thigh in thanks.

“T, you got invited to Justin Ross’s wedding right? I ran into his dad today.” Gary questioned once he had finished his own food.

“Yeah…” Taylor confirmed between bites. “Think that’s coming up soon.”

“Next weekend.” Gary declared. “Assuming you’re taking Kels as your plus one.”

Taylor was quiet for a moment as if running over the calendar of Kelsey’s stay in his head.

“Yeah, yeah I guess I am.” He grinned.

Almost immediately, Kelsey’s fork clattered to her plate and Taylor let out a bit of a yelp as Laura kicked him under the table.

“Breathe Kels.” Laura murmured. “You and I will go shopping while T goes to the gym in the morning and we’ll find you a dress and shoes.”

Nodding, Kelsey relaxed though she couldn’t help but shake her head at how much Taylor still had to learn about women.

“In the future, you might want to give your girlfriend a heads up if she needs to bring formal clothes for something Taylor.” Laura chastised softy.

“I forgot it was when she was gonna be here.” Taylor mumbled, looking over at his girl. “Sorry Kels…mom will help you find something though if you’re willing to be my date.”

“You know I’m always willing to be your date Tay.” Kelsey breathed, cheeks a little pink from the added surprise that had been dropped on her when today had already been a little bit of a mess.

“After we clean up, can we go for a walk T?” Kelsey questioned softly as he finally finished up the food on his plate. “I could use some air if that’s okay.”

“Gary and I have the cleanup tonight.” Laura insisted. “Go for your walk.”

“Thanks mom.” Taylor declared, moving with Kelsey to the foyer to get their shoes.

After probably forty-five minutes of walking around Taylor’s neighborhood, they finally returned to the house slightly sweaty with some of the tension giving way to fatigue.

As Taylor headed inside to retrieve bottles of water, Kelsey sank onto the front stoop, feeling achy and completely drained after the roller coaster the day had been.

“Think your parents would care if I went to bed?” Kelsey questioned softly as Taylor sat down beside her.

“Course not Kels. Finish the water and we can head up to get ready.”

It was technically only like 8pm Calgary time but that meant it was 10pm eastern and Kelsey had been up since 6am. Add in all the stress and all she wanted to do was sink into bed.

Drinking the entire bottle of water, Kelsey passed it to Taylor to recycle before pushing herself up to head inside. Passing by where his parents were, Kelsey murmured her goodnights and headed upstairs to Taylor’s room. Running through an abbreviated nightly routine she changed and cleaned up a little before pulling down the covers on Taylor’s bed and climbing in.

Within just a few minutes, Taylor had joined her, going through his own routine before slipping into the other side of the bed and pulling her close.

“Tomorrow is a new day.” Taylor murmured softly and Kelsey nodded, ready to put today in the past.

As she tried to soothe herself to sleep, her fingers worked up under Taylor’s t-shirt in search of his happy trail only to be met with smooth skin. If the day hadn’t been as stress-inducing as it was, she might have been fine, but immediately her bottom lip wobbled and tears pooled in her eyes, dripping onto Taylor’s arm and the pillow beneath her head.

Rolling, Taylor pulled her up onto his body and wrapped himself around her, playing gently with her hair until the tears had stopped actively falling and she was just left breathing unsteadily on his chest.

“Kels…” He whispered softly. “What was that all about?”

When his question drew a few more tears from her eyes, Taylor sighed and just rubbed her back letting her work through all of the emotions coursing through her.

“Kels…” He prompted once she had calmed down again.

“Nothing. It’s stupid.”

“Nothing that makes you cry is stupid Kels.”

“Just wasn’t expecting you to have shaved it…” Kelsey mumbled, pure exhaustion and fatigue showing in her voice.

“Shaved…? Oh.” Taylor mumbled as it dawned on him where her fingers had been when the crying started. “You liked the hair there?”

“Love your happy trail…” Kelsey whispered forlornly. “But not gonna tell you what to do with your body…it’s just been a long day…sorry.”

Squeezing her tighter, Taylor kissed her forehead.

“I’m sorry I shaved your comfort spot. Didn’t realize how much you loved it.”

“It’s your body. I’m just being silly.” Kelsey sniffled.

“It’s just hair to me, Kels. But to you it’s comfort and security and that means more. So once it grows back I’ll keep it I promise.” Taylor murmured, urging her to lift her head so he could kiss her. “You’re my world Kels. Just wanna make you feel happy and safe.”

“I love you.” Kelsey murmured when Taylor broke their kiss.

“Love you too. Now sleep because you’ve had a hell of a day.”

“Are you taking me anywhere fun tomorrow?” Kelsey asked, rolling off of him and back onto the bed with a yawn.

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Taylor mused, kissing her one more time as they settled in to sleep cuddled together.

#taylor makar #taylor makar imagine #colorado avalanche #colorado avalanche imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #cavalanche #046

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wrencatte · 1 year

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I'm headed to my sister's wedding soon! So I'm gonna just drop this little beginning to a "being Robin gives me magic" fic

Gun – Jason ducks under, slamming his hand up so the man’s aim goes wide but not up. What goes up must come down. The shot is painfully loud even with the special ear plugs that’s part of their gear, but he grits his teeth, twists the guy’s wrist to make him drop the gun, then turns back to shove himself against him, using his heels for leverage. The man grunts under his weight, from the shock in the seconds it took for Jason to take him down.

“Robin!”

“Fine,” Jason pants. His ears are ringing. There’s the sound of distant gunshots on the other street, screaming and shouting, the crackle of fire, the loud blaring of car alarms. He ties the man’s wrists together before dragging him off the road and onto the sidewalk under an alcove. “I’m good.”

He arranges the guy into a slouch, hopes it’s just as comfortable as it looks, then presses the antidote to this stupid rage gas against his neck, listens for the hiss-click that indicates it was all used up. The empty injector goes in a special pouch, he pats a sticker on the guy’s face, slides the L-shaped key to the cuffs into his limp hands.

There are four other people leaning or laying on the sidewalk, all passed out, all cuffed just in case, and all sporting shiny holographic stickers of various robins – the bird, not the hero vigilante.

Jason checks them over one more time – airways are clear, hearts are steady, limbs tucked away in case someone else comes charging down the street. Leaving them here rankles him, but at least he gave them a way to free themselves.

And he’s done. He straightens up and the world sorta…sways. Speckles black on the edges of his vision. He swallows down the sudden nausea. Okay, less than fine. Jason takes stock of himself, trying to remember if he’s been grievously injured in the last twelve hours – oh, right. Shit. He checks the time and swears again. It really has been twelve hours since this whole thing started. He’s basically running on fumes.

Jason aims his grapple for a nearby roof, intent on taking at least a fifteen, when he hears it –

Crying.

#jason todd #robin jason todd #red hood #my writing

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prometheusinitiative · 1 year

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EDEN | CH 3 EVENT REACT | AUTUMN SKULLCAP

Running out into the unknown is what Eden does best. It’s one of the few pleasures he can still find in the false-life purgatory he exists within. Naturally, it’s what he does when he sees the basin dissolve into chaos.

The familiar thrill of adrenaline had coursed through him as he stared up at the static sky, momentarily awestruck—not at Encke, but at the intruders themselves. That one must be the deer demon that Michiya had talked about, oh, and Marbas! That was the Marbas! He bounces slightly on the balls of his feet, watching everyone else scatter. Was now a bad time to ask for an autograph? The urge not to get left behind wins out in the end. Later! He’ll ask later!

When he finally reaches Tracy and sees what they’re doing, the energy is still buzzing in his ears—or is that static? It’s joined by a fleeting, childish pang of jealousy as he stares wide-eyed at the glowing circles carved into the ground. Tracy’s asking for help? Of course he’ll help!

Eden runs to the tower without a second thought, doing his best to untangle wires and plug things in where they probably go. He’s so caught up in it that he doesn’t seem to realize most of the others are doing exactly the opposite. It’s not until Kezia calls out that he looks up from his fevered scrambling.

It’s a death sentence to jump in like this without a plan.

That’s not exactly a concept that scares him. Not for his own sake. But as it sinks in, and as Eden looks around to see his friends quickly undoing all of the work he’s just done, he remembers that isn’t the case for them. For any of them.

Eden drops the cable he’d picked up like it had burned him, heart leaping into his throat as he darts back to where Tracy is carving circles into the ground.

“Tracy, this won’t—you’ve gotta—you gotta stop!”

They don’t.

“I want you to stop!”

They don’t.

“I need you to stop!”

They don’t.

Eden’s face scrunches up in frustration. His hand digs deep in his pocket, fingers curling tightly around the selfie they’d taken together, the one they had both signed on the back.

“If you’re my friend, you’d stop!!”

They don’t.

He can feel frustrated tears pricking at the corner of his eyes as his fists squeezes at the photo, crumpling the paper in his pocket.

“Why? Why aren’t you—you promised! You promised you would be! You said you can’t break a—”

The words have barely left his mouth when Eden feels the frantic beating of his heart drop from where it’s been fluttering in his throat, down back to where it belongs between his ribs.

“...you can’t break a contract.” The pieces fall into place and Eden watches Tracy with a much softer, painful realization. “This isn’t your choice at all, is it?”

He looks back over to the others working hard to dismantle the tower. There were enough of them to make sure it stayed that way. Enough of them had refused to help Tracy when they couldn’t even help themself. Eden’s expression darkens briefly, features caught in a flicker of shadow cast from nothing at all.

At this point, he knows it won’t make any difference whether he helps Tracy with repairing the tower or not. That’s not really the point, though. Not to Eden. He’d wanted to help because it was Tracy that had asked. Tracy was his friend.

"What constitutes as bein' your friend? If we're gonna make a contract, lets go over the terms n' conditions, yeah? So we both get a good deal.”

"Being my friend means that you listen to me! Like when I wanna talk about stuff! And then you help me try to fix stuff if I mess up! And you say nice things. And you like being around me. And you don't think I'm..." A small frown crossed his face. "You don't think I'm stupid. You'll believe me. In me.”

Eden leaves the crumpled photo safe in his pocket, and reaches out to grab hold of Tracy’s sleeve instead.

“I need a friend who won't leave.”

What sort of friend would he be if he couldn’t do the same?

#ch3 #eden

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Every Little Thing

Pairing: Colin Shea x fem!Reader

Words: ~4.3k

Summary: You and Colin are two slutty pea in a pod neighbors, but maybe you could be more?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex), idiots in love, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Ugh, I love Colin and I can’t believe it took me so long to write him. Before I get a bunch of notes about it, they’re gonna realize their feelings eventually but it might take a couple fics because they’re both morons, but they’re pretty morons so it’s fine 😉

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Oh god, what the fuck was that noise? Why was your phone ringing at 8 AM on a fucking Sunday?

You picked up the offensive object and growled when you got a look at the caller ID.

“Colin, it’s Sunday morning, this had better be really good. I didn’t get home until 4 AM.”

“She won’t fucking leave.” He hissed over the line. “She wants to go out for waffles.”

“I fail to see how this is my problem.” You grumbled, rolling over onto your back and flinging your arm over your eyes. “Just ditch her at the fucking waffle place.”

“C’mon, Y/N, that’s like a second date. What about our deal?” That fucking deal, he definitely benefitted more from it than you did.

“You’re an asshole.” You mumbled, sitting up with an exhausted groan. “Gimme 5 minutes.”

“You’re the best!” You could hear the fucking grin in his voice and rolled your eyes at him.

“Yeah, I fucking know.” You didn’t wait for him to confirm before you hung up on him, stretching your whole body as you moved to put on some clothes.

It only took you a few minutes to pull on some old jeans and a sweatshirt and then you were stomping across the hall to Colin’s apartment, determined to make this as uncomfortable as possible for him.

“Colin Shea!” You pounded on the door viciously. “This is your wife! I found your little love nest! What hooker do you have in there now?”

You couldn’t help but grin to yourself as you heard a commotion from inside, someone was cursing up a storm and you were pretty sure you heard a couple of slaps.

“I can hear you in there.” You tried to make it sound like you were on the verge of tears. “What about Colin Junior? I’m not raising that baby on my own, you bastard!”

The door slammed open and a very angry looking woman stormed out, shooting a glare over her shoulder and calling Colin a motherfucker as she scurried down the stairs. He came rushing after her with a frustrated look on his face, rubbing the side of his jaw and scowling when he got a look at the shit eating grin on your face.

“My wife?” He asked incredulously, grabbing his hoodie and pulling it over his naked torso as you just continued laughing at him. “That was kinda mean.”

“8 AM on a Sunday, Shea.” You booped his nose with your finger and winked at him before turning to head back to your place. “You wake me up before 10 AM on a weekend and you take what you can get. I’m going back to bed.”

“Wait, Y/N, don’t you wanna have breakfast or something?” He jogged after you, ignoring the glower you shot him as you opened your door. “I’ll make you my famous eggs.”

“Did you not hear me when I said I got in at 4 AM?” You frowned at him when he kept you from closing your front door. “Colin, quit being so clingy. If I wanted to have breakfast with some annoying dude I would’ve actually brought that lawyer from last night home.”

“A lawyer, huh?” He was giving you one of those stupid looks that he typically reserved for girls he was trying to bang but that he definitely knew didn’t work on you. “And that didn’t even do it for you.”

“I mean, I still rode that beard for a good hour, but he was super depressing.” You kept knocking your door against his foot with an annoyed air. “Which is why I need to sleep, so get out of my fucking doorway.”

“Fine, we’re hanging out later though!” He called as you slammed the door in his face.

You just ripped off your clothes and crawled back into bed, burying your face in your pillows and cursing the sun as you did your best to fall back asleep.

It must have happened at some point, because you woke up six hours later with a mouth full of cotton and absolutely drenched in sweat. Why was it so fucking hot?

The pillow case tried to come with your face when you rolled out of the bed and you threw it away from you with a huff as you padded to inspect your air conditioner.

It wasn’t on. You knelt in front of it and whined as you tried flicking it off and on and nothing happened. This could not be happening, not with summer just about to start. It was supposed to be in the 90s today. No matter what you tried, it didn’t turn on. Granted, all you tried was unplugging it and plugging it back in, but that always worked with your computer.

The call to the repair company was no luck, they were closed for the weekend. This was going to suck, you fucking hated being hot. You moved to your kitchen to try to find some way to cool off after opening every damn window in your place to hopefully get some kind of air circulation going.

That’s when you spotted it.

The frozen margarita machine you had bought on an absinthe fueled online shopping spree and never gotten around to returning. It was like a little miracle right there in your kitchen, designed to help you cool off and get drunk so you could forget about how fucking hot it was while you did the week’s worth of chores you had been procrastinating.

You hummed happily when that first gulp of frozen tequila goodness slid down your throat, and maybe you shouldn’t have chugged the whole thing but who fucking cared, it was hot. Time flew by as you downed those things like it was your fucking job, scrubbing your pots and pans and singing little songs to yourself.

Music started drifting through your open windows but you barely registered it even as you started singing along because it was Queen and how could you not.

It was the third time you had filled that margarita machine and you were feeling fantastic, dancing around your kitchen as you continued cleaning your dishes. Whoever was playing music was still going strong and you began belting when they started doing Seven Seas of Rhye.

“You are mine, I possess you, I belong to you foreveeeEEER!”

“Hey, Y/N!”

Your badass high note devolved into a shriek and you turned to chuck the cup you were holding at the intruder on the fire escape, cursing when you saw it was Colin. He managed to duck out of the way at the last second with a muttered fuck and you sighed as you watched your mug sail over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Shea, that was my favorite mug!” You pouted, stamping your foot a little and taking another gulp of your margarita. “What the fuck are you doing on my fire escape?”

He gave you a stupid cocky grin as he watched to try to lean on one hand on your counter and almost go down when you missed it at the last second.

“Are you drunk, honey?” Fuck him for calling you honey, that wiley asshole. “We could hear you singing from the roof.”

“I’m just a little buzzed.” You hiccupped. “Who’s we?”

“My band.” He crawled into your apartment and caught you when you tripped over your own feet again, still grinning at you like an idiot. “The ones you were singing along with.”

“That was your band?” You had never realized how blue his eyes were. “You guys sound great!”

“Yeah, you sound pretty good yourself.” He grabbed the cup you were holding and gave it a sniff, coughing a little before he set it on the counter. “Maybe you should come hang out with us instead of drinking what I think is blended jet fuel and ice all by yourself.”

“If I’m gonna hang out with you guys I think I should bring a pitcher of margs.” He was really fucking pretty, had you noticed that before? “Don’t wanna be a bad hostess.”

“Oh, baby, you’re wasted.” He tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear and you felt your chest flutter a little bit. “No more margs for you. Come sing with us while you sober up. No, no.” He pulled you back when you tried to crawl out the window and started dragging you towards your door. “Ladder doesn’t really seem like a good idea right now, let’s take the stairs.”

You tossed your head back as you laughed, slapping his chest while you leaned heavily on him and let him guide you through the hall and to the stairs to the roof. Those were some firm pecs, you were a little marvelled at the way your palm just bounced right off so you slapped it again.

“Wow.” It was like your hand was moving independently from your brain as you gave him a pretty brazen squeeze. “Your tits are fantastic, Colin.”

“Holy shit, Y/N!” He was laughing hysterically when he shoved the door to the roof open. “Your drunk game is on point sweetie. Guys, this is Y/N, the killer vocals you heard from downstairs. She’s a little tipsy.”

They introduced themselves and you promptly forgot all of their names, your hand trailing down Colin’s chest until you could press it against his abs. This was getting weird, it’s not like you hadn’t seen him naked before. But seeing and touching were apparently two very different things.

“We still doing Queen, boys?” You said, finally tearing your eyes away from Colin after poking him in the bellybutton and grinning when he made a noise like the Pillsbury doughboy. “Cos I’m good with whatever.”

“What about some Journey?” He slung his SG over his shoulder and watched you carefully as you grabbed the mike one of his bandmates was handing you. “You wanna sit down, hon?”

“Don’t call me hon, sweetheart.” You teased, giving him a wink and tapping the mike a couple of times. “I’ll be fine. Journey feels a little basic but ok. Faithfully or Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’?”

That grin he gave you should not have been affecting you like this, maybe you did have too many margaritas. The bassist started playing the opening riff to Lovin’ Touchin’ Squeezin’ and your grin got even wider, your hips moving to the beat as you kept your eyes on Colin. You laughed happily when he joined in with the guitar part, joining in after the piano had done its thing and losing yourself in the music.

He could not take his eyes off of you, he was pretty sure you’d never been this fucking cheerful around him before. Not that you were especially grumpy or anything, or that your typical dry wit didn’t immediately endear you to him. But seeing you with that goofy grin as you sang every fucking Journey song they had in their roster until the sun set was not helping the already prodigious crush he had on you.

Now the two of you were sitting on the couch he had dragged up there months ago and watching his bandmates pack up their gear, saying goodbye to each of them as they headed down the stairs and left you two to lean against each other and sigh happily. You had your legs flung over his lap as he plucked at his guitar strings lazily, kicking your feet slowly and leaning back on the sofa as you watched him closely and sipped on a bottle of water.

“You ever do any actual performing, honey?” He asked, his fingers running over your calf absentmindedly. “Cos with that voice you could probably line up some gigs.”

“Just karaoke.” You murmured. You were definitely sobering up now, but you were still hyper aware of his hands on your skin and it was giving you some feelings you weren’t totally sure about. “Lemme see that thing.”

“What?” He gave a little huff when you grabbed the neck of his guitar and pulled it into your lap. “Baby, do not tell me you play.”

“I mean, it’s been a little while, but I think I remember a couple chords.” You gave him another grin and his chest started to hurt.

“Jesus, a couple chords?” He laughed to cover the absolutely filthy sound he almost made when you started playing, it was like he had made you on a computer. “Honey, that’s Led Zeppelin.”

“Yeah, but it’s easy Zeppelin.” You teased, turning your body so you could lean against his chest and not missing the low rumble you felt when you tucked your head against his shoulder. “It’s Coda.”

“Uh-huh.” Being this close to you was doing something to him, he suddenly had the overwhelming urge to smell your hair.

“Why haven’t we slept together, Col?” Fuck it, you might as well do this.

He choked on the water he was drinking, turning his face so he didn’t spit it all over you as you stopped your playing and grinned at him.

“I seem to remember giving it a good try when you moved in.” He managed to get himself under control and turned his face back to you. “But you said you had a rule about not fucking people who live in the same building as you. Something about not shitting where you eat.”

“That’s about sex with coworkers.” You said, scrunching your face up as you tried to remember what your exact justification had been.

“Which is what I told you.” He tried to scoot away from you but you followed after him. “To which you replied, ‘doesn’t matter, not gonna happen’.”

“Huh, that seems awful short-sighted of me.” You scooted closer again and this time he let you. “C’mon, we’ve fucked almost everyone else in this city, we’d have gotten to each other eventually anyways.”

“Jesus, what a romantic sentiment.” He was trying to focus real hard on his softeners, but they weren’t working with you squirming against him like that. “You really want to do this?”

“I mean, I think we’d enjoy it.” You set his guitar aside and turned so your chest was pressed to his. “It’s not like we’re gonna catch feels, or anything. Just gonna see what all the fuss is about.”

“Right.” Maybe this would get his little crush out of his system. “Let’s not do it on the roof, though.”

“God, no. My place?” You stood up and started heading towards the fire escape.

“Yeah, ok.” He watched you climb down to your apartment before sliding down the ladder after you like the damn frat boy he was.

As soon as he climbed in the window you were dragging him towards you, swallowing his tiny cry of surprise when you pulled his mouth to yours. His lips were unbelievably soft against your own, and when he opened up and stroked your tongue with his?

Fuck.

“Shit, Colin.” You purred when he started trailing his lips down your throat. “I feel like maybe we should’ve done this sooner.”

“Yeah, maybe.” His voice was muffled as his mouth moved to your chest, one hand moving to hook under the neckline of your camisole and pulling on it until your breasts popped out. “Well fuck me. No wonder you know so much about fantastic tits.”

You laughed at that, arching into his face and grinning down at him as he buried his face between your tits and gazed at you through his lashes. Those stupid, long as all fuck lashes that were brushing against your skin as he mouthed at your soft curves.

“Jesus, fuck.” You wound your fingers through his hair when he dragged his tongue over your nipple, tugging on it softly and guiding him further into your apartment. “God, you really know how to use that mouth of yours, sweetie.”

“Oh, honey, you don’t even know.” He teased, moving his face back to yours and lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist as he started carrying you towards your bedroom. “You wanna find out, though?”

“You tease all the girls you fuck this much?” You nipped at his lips and grinned when he moaned into your mouth, reaching behind you to open the door to your bedroom.

“Nah, that’s just for you, baby.” He cooed, giving you a quick peck on the lips before dropping you on the bed with a huff.

Every place his fingers touched sent a jolt of heat through your body straight to your core, your eyes never leaving his as he started kissing and nipping his way down your torso after pulling your cami over your head. He grinned against your thigh when you moaned after he yanked your shorts down your legs, sucking a soft bruise into your flesh before rubbing his face over your clothed core and inhaling deeply.

You throbbed under his lips as he pressed gentle kisses over the fabric that covered your mound, hooking your legs over his shoulders and trying to grind into him when he tugged at your panties with his teeth and let them snap back into place teasingly. His fingers skimmed up your legs until he could hook them under the band of your panties and drag them off you, sighing heavily when he settled back between your thighs and got a good look at you.

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” He spread you apart with his fingers and flicked his tongue out to run over your slit softly, moaning when he finally tasted you.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.” You ran your fingers through his hair and beamed at him, rolling your hips against his face when he sucked your pussy lips into his mouth with a low hum.

Colin chuckled into your cunt at that, pressing gentle kisses all over your soft folds before dragging his tongue over you in a heavy stripe. Your body reacted immediately when he reached your clit, your back arching off the bed and your legs curling around his neck as he repeated the same process but at a much slower pace.

Two of his fingers slid inside you as he wrapped his lips around your clit and you keened, gripping his hair by the roots and tugging hard when he started stretching you open while his lips drove you wild. The rhythm of his suction and release matched the curling of his fingers inside you and made you want to scream, your free hand reaching above your head and digging hard into your pillow as your body tried to rise off the bed when he brought you right to the edge of your peak right away.

“Col, Colin, oh fuck.” He felt like your thighs were gonna suffocate him but those sounds you were making for him had him past the point of caring about a silly thing like oxygen. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come.”

Your whole body seized against his face as you let out a gorgeous fluttering moan, soaking his lips and chin in your release as he hummed with satisfaction into your pussy. He sat up when you finally released him, removing his clothes in a rush as he watched you pant underneath him and run your tongue over your lips. God, you were fucking beautiful, he couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this.

Before you had a chance to say anything he was hooking your knee over his elbow and thrusting into you, sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion and releasing his breath in a thin hiss when he felt your satiny walls flutter around him.

“Ah, fuck, you feel amazing.” He ducked his face to catch your lips with his before pulling back with a groan. “Shit, I forgot a condom. Uh, I’m clean, just got tested last week.”

“God, you’re fine sweetie.” You brought a hand up to cup his jaw and ran a thumb over his cheek in a soothing gesture. “Also clean and I have an IUD, so we’re peachy. I am a little mad at you though.”

“Yeah, why?” He wasn’t too worried, you were still grinning at him as he started moving his hips slowly.

“Well, Jesus, fuck, you’re big.” You almost lost your train of thought when he tilted your hips just a bit and his cock hit you deep. “I usually like to reciprocate oral, sweetie. I barely even got a look at what you’re packing down there.”

“You’ve seen it before.” He groaned when you wrapped your free leg around his hips and rolled your body against his.

“Just glances though.” You gripped his biceps and dug your nails in, biting your lip as he continued dragging his length over every inch of you at an agonizing pace. “And never hard.”

“Honey, there’s no way I’m pulling out for you to take a good look so you’re gonna have to make due.” He teased, grinding against your clit and grinning when your eyes fluttered closed.

“Fine.” You huffed, frowning a little before winking at him. “We’re switching then.”

“What?”

You didn’t answer, just giving him a cocky grin and gripping his hips with your thighs. One quick move and he was under you, a small sound of surprise leaving his lips when you were suddenly straddling his hips and grinning down at him.

“Oh yeah, that’s better.” You placed one palm on the center of his chest and curled your fingers through his chest hair as you rose up on your knees before sinking down again nice and slow, loving the low groan you felt reverberate in his chest when you clenched around him. “Good for you, Col?”

“Yes, yeah, s’ good.” He was completely mesmerized by you, his eyes trailing over your body as you arched your back and continued to ride him.

The way he was reacting to you was making it hard for you to focus on what you were doing, his eyes soft and relaxed on yours and his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as he slowly moved his hips to meet your own. You could’ve lost yourself in those eyes if you really wanted to.

Shit, none of that.

His fingers started trailing up your sides when he fucked up into you suddenly and he lost it at the way your tits bounced for him, sitting up with a whine and nuzzling into your chest before wrapping his lips around your nipple as he started bucking wildly.

“Shit, fuck, Colin.” He was hitting your cervix with each punch of his hips and it was taking all your self control to not pass out from how hard he was railing you, wrapping your legs around him and dragging your lips over his jaw. “Baby, you’re gonna make me come again.”

“Yeah? Good.” He cupped your jaw and brought your face back to his, tugging at your lips with his teeth while he gazed into your eyes. “I wanna watch your face while you come.”

You kept your eyes open and trained on his, worrying his bottom lip with your teeth and resting your forehead against his as you felt a warm coil gathering in the pit of your stomach. It was like you were falling into those lust blown pools as he took you apart, your lips crashing against his as the coil snapped and you gasped his name into his mouth.

The feeling of your entire body fluttering around him was too much, and he followed you with a low growl. He muttered your name under his breath as he spilled his cum inside you, holding you close to his chest and rubbing his nose against yours.

You fell on top of him when he collapsed back against the bed, the two of you laughing breathlessly as you tangled your limbs and molded your lips together before pulling back and gazing at each other some more. Both of you lost yourselves for just a beat, your chests heaving against each other’s before disconnecting and rolling off the bed in two opposite directions as you did your best to compose yourselves.

“I’d say you definitely earned all those screams I’ve heard coming from your apartment, Shea.” You teased, trying your best to lighten the mood and not dwell on the desire you had to ask him to spend the night.

“Yeah, well I’ve always thought so.” He was avoiding looking at you as much as possible, searching the room for his clothes and fighting the urge to pull you back into the bed and snuggle with you. “Have you seen my converse?”

“Yeah, here.” You shoved his shoes at him after pulling an oversized tee over your head. “Well, I’ve got work in the morning, so…”

“Right, I’ll, um, I’ll talk to you later, I guess.” He shuffled towards your front door and pulled it open before leaning back to look at you one more time. “You can join us for band practice any time, by the way.”

“That would be great.” That smile you were giving him made him feel like his heart was going to break. “I promise not to be sloppy drunk next time.”

“Aww, drunk Y/N was pretty fun, but ok.” He winked at you then left in a hurry, slamming the door behind him.

You fell back on your bed and ran your hands over your face in frustration, hating yourself for coming up with this stupid idea because now all you wanted was to have breakfast with that beautiful idiot tomorrow after sleeping on top of his chest.

“Goddamn it.”

Colin grabbed himself a beer when he got back to his apartment and chugged it, sinking into one of his barstools and considering the fact that he was absolutely not over his crush after everything the two of you had just done.

“Shit.”

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dorimena · 3 years

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Hi, I love your work and if your requests are open would you consider the following?

Monoma is on patrol with y/n and Monoma being well....Monoma, he was horny and was teasing y/n. Not having any of this shit, she proceeds to dom the fuck out of him during patrol. She takes him into an alleyway and fucks him with a strap that she had on her already (she was already planning on something but didn’t go through with it because work is work and she’s aware that Monoma and her could take their time when they got home). She pushes him into the wall and fucks him silly. Monoma is loving it and keeps begging “Mommy fuck me more, please!”. She gives him what he wants but she tells him to be quiet or else the bystanders would fine their great Phantom Thief in a puddle of his own cum while getting fucked by his mommy. At some point two civilians hear Monoma panting and hiccuping and get concerned. Y/n keeps fucking him and reassures them that Phantom Thief is fine. He cums then and there and she tells him to reassure the civilians that he’s ok. Monoma whimpers out that he’s fine and y/n cleans him up and cuddles him in the alleyway telling him how much of a good boy he was.

(I’ve been thinking about this ever since I read your shower blowjob story. This man makes the dom in me go crazy. He’s already a whining bitch, having him be like that in the bedroom just- 😫)

Let me say that I’ve had a scene in my head almost the same as this one you sent me and I am absolutely thrilled because yessss more attention to bratty baby Monoma ٩(♡ε♡)۶

And honestly, this man is just asking for it. Bet he wants to fucked anywhere, anytime, as long as he's put back into his place. That's his kink-

𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯; Monoma Neito

𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱; 3.5k

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰; fem!reader, pegging, mommy kink, slight exhibitionism, public sex, mentioned sex toy (butt plug), implied overstimulation, multiple orgasms, implied after care, domme!reader, sub!character

𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔤𝔰; begging, humiliation, Monoma being a little shit, because he wanted your attention, and to rile the fuck out of you, aged-up character: Monoma is 20+

𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔢; I unknowingly kind of changed a few things from the ask, like the conversation between Monoma and the bystanders, but I hope you like it anon! The ending is kind of rushed, sorry about that!

𝕭𝖊𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆 𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖎𝖘 𝖒𝖞 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐

“Now, now, y/n, you know ignoring someone, specifically the love of your life, is a crime? How else are you to beg for my love if you go on and ignore my graceful presence? Are you listening to me? At least lend me your attention.”

He’s been like this for the past couple of hours since you’ve both been assigned together for patrol. You thought it’d be a good idea, and Monoma was also excited when your boss told you both to get ready and head to the neighborhood you’re meant to keep a watch over.

The neighborhood turned out not as empty or quiet as you expected, rather close to a busy street. Some stores and restaurants seem to align themselves around this area.

You thought things would go smoothly, go even better and much quicker now that you and your boyfriend are finally patrolling together, months since you’ve transferred to this agency from your old one.

But Monoma’s been leaving any and every snide remark since you two stepped foot into the area, teasing you for any small mistake he believes should be (loudly) called out for or simply trying to mess up your way of doing things.

You don’t even want to count how many times he’s criticized the way your hero outfit currently looks on you. And no, you’re not getting insecure, but rather more… cautious.

There’s a reason why the uniform seems a bit odd around your crotch, but he doesn’t need to know that, not here, not now. Maybe until you both get home-

You trip, almost falling flat on your face if it weren’t for your boyfriend quickly grabbing you, pulling you up to your feet as he looks at you with panic before it quickly dissipates to his stupid mockery.

“See? You cannot do anything right, not without me at least. You, my dear, cannot live without me yet you still ignored me. This is what I mean when you should listen to me. Anyone would truly be grateful for having me, Phantom Thief, as their beloved lover.”

That’s it. You usually can take so much of his weird comments, but right now he’s pulling anything out of his ass at this point. (Soon you’ll see what actually comes out.)

You don’t answer, just look around to make sure no one is watching as you grab him by his stupid tie, dragging him to the nearest alleyway you remember passing by, glad it’s still pretty empty and dark enough to hide your bodies in the shadows.

He isn’t even struggling, just letting you walk him as if he’s a dog, quietly following you. If you were to turn around, you’d see the way his eyes are wide yet full of lust, his pupils dilated as he mentally cheers, thanking the gods for listening to his horny prayers of being sucked in an alleyway.

Do you know how hard it was for him to not jump you and beg you to help him? All because of how sexy you look in your hero outfit, how the small fixes and modifications bring out more of your body, the body he loves, yearns, desires, every day and night. Hopefully you don’t find his surprise before he can debut it once you guys are back home. (But unintentionally came prepared.)

He’s a complete fool for you, but you can’t know that, or else it’ll be the end of-

“Monoma Neito. You have 5 seconds to tell me why the fuck you’re being a piece of shit tonight.”

He didn’t realize his back is against a cold wall or how you’ve trapped him between your arms, the way you’re glaring at him while counting down in such a low tone, it makes his legs feel weak and threaten to buckle..

“Horny.” He barely whispers, crazed eyes never leaving your face as he stays still, trying to control his breathing and heartbeat as you scan him from head to toe, eyes finally staying in place where his boner is visible, even with how poor the lighting is.

You grin, but not your usual friendly grin or familiar flirty grin, but the ‘I’m gonna fuck you till you die’ kind of grin.

And Monoma’s both terrified yet super, duper much more hornier than before. But, with what are you going to fuck him with?

In a flash, he’s suddenly turned around, his clothed-covered chest pressing against the wall as he feels your hands make quick work on his belt, on his pants, pulling them down to rest on his thighs. He hisses and shivers when the cold air hits every exposed part of him, yet makes his dick twitch in interest.

You also free your bottom half to finally let out the strap on you’ve luckily managed to hide until now, searching your pockets for the small tube of lube you brought with you, just in case.

But when you spread his butt cheeks, you gasp in surprise with the butt plug he’s wearing, going to grab the toy as you slowly pull it out in disbelief.

Did he know?

“I-I want you to know you’re not the, um, only one to be prepared for what they want.” Monoma speaks, but in such a soft tone that it has you wondering if he’s the same person who had pestered you since the beginning of the patrol, the same boyfriend you love who has a talent for being loved and hated simultaneously by various people.

But at least he didn’t know. He simply decided to take this extra mile.

Cute. No wonder he’s such a good boy for mommy… sometimes.

“Then I guess I shouldn’t prepare you, right?”

You don’t wait for his response, not when you dispose of the toy away from you both, and you make quick work to lube up your silicone cock.

Monoma doesn’t get to ask you about the wet sounds behind him, or ask where you threw his butt plug before you’re entering him. You felt how his body jolted, his back arching enough to push his ass back more towards you.

You land a smack against the smooth skin, listening how the impact echoes in the empty alleyway and the way he whimpers in pain.

“You’re such a slut for mommy, aren’t you Monoma?”

“Yes!”

No hesitation.

Monoma usually sounds hesitant whenever you two do something new, as if he evaluates the pros and cons from anything and everything, figuring out if he’ll come out benefitted or you.

But he sounds desperate, shameless. He sounds like he’s ready to cry.

New, but not too surprising. When he wants to, he’ll always be a good boy for his mommy.

“Want to tell mommy again why you were being a little bitch tonight?”

Never mind, his hesitation came back, his mouth pressed shut as you peek at him, trying to catch a glimpse at his periwinkle eyes, wondering what’s taking him so long to answer. He answered you so easily, so quickly a few minutes ago.

You hear a soft mumble, see his lips move but no sound gets to your ears. So you spank him once more, hearing his cute squeak and the way he fucks back.

“Louder.”

“I wanted mommy to fuck me! Fuck me until I can’t walk! Fuck me until I’m just your stupid little hole! Please? I’ll-I’ll be good now, I promise!”

If anyone were to ask you just how stupid Monoma gets when he’s completely horny and turned on, this is a prime example. His usual eloquent vocabulary? Gone. It doesn’t exist once mommy’s pleasing him.

But he’s also promising about being good? Let’s see how good he’ll be then.

No more words are exchanged, just the soft desperate pants of the pretty blond and some small airy whines that leave his mouth in anticipation for what you’ll do next.

You don’t even start slow, you go absolutely feral.

He barely gets to inhale one last deep breath until you’re fucking that out of his lungs, his head turning to look back at you as best he could as his body begins hitting the wall in front of him, his clothes rubbing against the roughness of the bricked exterior of the unknown building. He lifts head enough to not get itself hit against the wall and his hands are clawing at the bricks desperately, trying to find leverage to hold on tightly, his brain struggling to catch up with how vicious yet delicious you’re fucking him.

When he does remember he’s a human who can speak words, he cries out “Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!” in such high pitches, it sounds like he’s singing, probably trying to continue seducing you into such a horny haze. His pent-up sexual frustration must have been infectious, with how you find yourself being merciless with him and his ass, your hips slamming into the back of his in such a brutal pace you wonder if the skin will bruise, if he’ll be able to sit or walk properly.

Probably not, but that’s the point, isn’t it?

Your baby boy wanted you to fuck the living shit out of him, so that’s what you’ll do, it’s what you’re best at doing.

Fuck the annoyance out of him so that when you guys get home, he passes out.

You momentarily forget you guys are very much still in public and even if it’s night, civilians are very much still awake and walking, either going back home or going to work, maybe hang out with their friends or find themselves a sub to fuck.

Monoma doesn’t even warn you that he’s cumming, not even his loud, prolonged whine of your name gets your attention. But with how he’s spasming around your toy, how his hips are twitching quickly in between your hands, his eyes that never left from looking at you crossing…

Yeah, since you missed that orgasm and you’re not in the mood to exactly punish him, why not fuck him some more until he can’t remember his name and only yours?

You briefly pause, the tip of the toy the only thing still inside of him as one of your hands rubs circles on his lower back and the other remains on his hip.

Through the panting, Monoma lets out a whine, one that sounds almost disappointed. Probably because he came far quicker than what either of you two expected, or because it feels like you’re pulling out already and calling it a night.

No words are exchanged as you watch him catch his breath for a bit more, memorizing how rosy his cheeks and nose look, how the blush looks like it’s on his neck while his white pupils are fully dilated, oozing his adoration for you.

When you hear him suck in a breath, whether he’s preparing a sentence or to finish pulling himself off the toy, you slam back into him, grinning like a maniac upon feeling how his whole body jumped, going back into action and having blood pump everywhere in him, mostly towards his reawakening dick.

And you slam, slam, slam, slamming into him at such a steady pace, making sure to roll your hips the way you know will make him start squealing in such a girly tone, or like a dirty pig he sometimes becomes.

And once you feel him begin to push back on you and one of his hands leave the wall, you lean forward, pushing his body more up on the wall. He’s bent too much, it’s obvious you’re fucking him doggy style. What if people decide to go through this alley?

He obeys but whines in complaint, not wanting you to stop your ministrations as he pulls himself together, standing up as much as he could as to leave his lower back still bent for you.

“Keep your hands on the wall or else I’ll leave you here like this.”

He loves it when you speak to him in such a low voice, in such a way that you know makes him want to suck your cock for days until his jaw hurts. He puts his hands back on the wall, both placed where his face is at, acting as support as he rests his forehead there. His neck hurts a bit from how long he’s been straining to look at you.

You go back to fucking him, going back to what you were doing, moaning his name repeatedly to keep riling him up, arouse him and make him start begging for you to go faster, harder, deeper, make him dirty.

And he does with loud wails, ones that have you freezing and stopping all together, slapping a hand on his mouth and whispering how he should quiet down, unless he wants to be whored to other people.

“Be mommy’s good boy and keep quiet. Unless you want someone else’s cock.”

“No! No muh-mommy! Only y-yours~ Please!” He moans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he impatiently grinds against you, feeling how sticky his thighs are getting with sweat and some of his cum and precum, somehow.

“Mommy, fuck me more, please!” He whimpers so cutely, so pathetically, so melodically you’re sure he somehow copied someone’s siren quirk, because your head feels dizzy, your heart is beating erratically and your hips sync with the pulse, forgetting about being consistent with speed, with roughness, with how deep you reach inside of him.

Fucking him silly until he’s trying his best to muffle his screams and cries into the back of his hands pressed on the wall, his fingers trying so hard to find solace on them, to grasp the reality of him being defiled in an empty, dirty alleyway, pressed so ruthlessly against a wall he doesn’t know how exactly dirty it could be.

Monoma’s hiccuping your name until you spank him, growling softly how that’s not who you are, making him wail out “Mommy! Cumming!” in such an erotic way, you wonder if you’re fucking your boyfriend or a girl with how he’s managed to reach such an incredible pitch.

You keep going, and even when he’s done cumming, you don’t stop impaling him, and a hand goes to wrap itself around his dick, trying your best to match this chaotic fucking, hearing how he’s struggling to breath, to comprehend this painful yet electrifying pleasure.

His toes are curling in his shoes, his knees don’t stop buckling, his hips never stop trying to meet with yours, the burn of overstimulation flowing through his veins yet motivating his dick to keep going, to keep obeying, to not disappoint mommy.

Monoma’s speaking gibberish, babbling whatever nonsense and begging he could think of or come to make up, the tips of his fingers turning white with how hard they’re pressing against the bricks as he tries to not fall. He’s not sure how or why he’d fall, but with how you’re touching him, squeezing him, stroking him, playing with him, he’s ready to give into the inquiry of whether being a househusband would have you fucking him like this everyday.

It’s a weird thought, one he’s never had before, one that’s still early to even care about-

Oh my god you’re abusing his prostate!

He’s seeing stars, planets, flashing strobe lights and envisioning his uproaring third orgasm, mouth hung open stupidly as whiny sobs and strangled cries escape him, trying his best to keep quiet like you said but he can’t!

“Feels s’ good!” He slurs, once again turning his head to look at you, eyes completely wet as tears fall in graceful droplets, hair messed up and drool staining a bit of his chin.

And just as you were going to respond, you heard footsteps.

You both freeze: you’re halfway out of him while Monoma’s struggling to not let his coughing fit be heard, having swallowed his saliva far too quickly with the scare.

The sounds stop, but now you both can hear a female voice.

“Hello? Is anyone there?”

Monoma whimpers, embarrassed.

So this is how he’ll get caught and shamed.

This is the end of his career.

But you’re not having it, not with how his dick has stopped twitching and is starting to soften.

You’re not done yet, and neither is he.

“Answer, Monoma.” You harshly whisper, wiping your thumb over his hypersensitive tip, making him hiccup loudly before composing himself as best he could.

“Y-yes? It-It is I, Phantom Thief- ooh~”

Another voice pitches in.

“Phantom Thief? The Phantom Thief?!”

“Y-Yes!” Monoma squeaks out, trying to cover up his gasp as you begin to slowly fuck him, making sure to keep hitting him straight to the prostate, amused how he’s gripping his jaw, muffling his hiccups while frantically shaking his head, begging you with his eyes to no, no, please!

The two bystanders gasp, seemingly walking more towards where you and Monoma are, making you press him more into the wall, hoping the angle you’re both in and the small hiding spot is enough to keep you hidden.

“We’re huge fans of yours! But, um, are you alright? We heard someone crying.”

“Fuck!” Monoma whimpers, struggling to keep his breathing in check as you continue to move, even rolling your palm all over his tip, your other hand going to pull at one of his nipples.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing! I’m fin- ugh~”

“You… sure?”

“YES!”

Monoma yells, back arching as his head touches your shoulder, eyes rolling up this head as he’s torn between pushing back or bucking forwards, feeling his body submerged in such an intense heat, in such shame, in such pathetic desperation to cum, he’s begging you in quick hushed moans to please, pretty please, make him cum, he wants to cum, needs to cum again.

“And your fans?” You whisper teasingly, feeling how he shivers with how close your breath is near his ear.

“Fu-uck my fans-”

“Now now, that’s something you never said before. Did I fuck Monoma Neito out of you?”

And you go back with the brutal pace, not caring if the other two bystanders can hear what’s going on, not caring if they come out traumatized or probably aroused with how obvious it is that their dear Phantom Thief is getting fucked in a shady place, in a nasty place, yet he’s silently wailing and convulsing with everything you’re giving him.

Your hand soon enough gets sticky with what little cum his poor, weak body produced, his hole clenching tightly around your strap-on while his hands fly back to grasp any part of you that he could reach, which ended up being your head.

The bystanders speak again while Monoma’s busy wheezing his gratitude.

“Are you sure you’re alright? We could call the police-”

“I’m alright! ‘m fine~” He managed to sing-song, but if you heard a bit of his whimper seep from the last word, you don’t say anything, simply slow down your stroking before pausing.

You hear their footsteps slowly go back towards where they probably came from, making Monoma let out shaky exhales of relief and satisfaction, small giggles slipping from time to time as you kiss his neck, his cheek, his jawline.

And once you are certain you’re both alone again, you slowly pull out of him, helping him to turn around so that his back presses against the wall.

Until he grimaces.

“My essence is, from my deduction, splattered on this disgusting wall.”

You laugh, shaking your head as you point down to where his pants are, laughing harder when you see how his grimace turns into a face of disgust, horror, shame, surprise, arousal- wait what?

You don’t question the last one, simply letting out the last of your giggles while you search for the disinfectant wipes you tend to carry with you in your utility belt. And once they’ve been found, you make him lick your cum-covered hand first before properly passing a wipe. You hand Monoma one so that he cleans his face if needed, disinfect his hands, his thighs, anywhere he thought he needed to clean.

No, that's a lie. You took care of his thighs and pelvis, trying your best to clean the spots where his cum reached his pants before peppering a few gentle kisses around his exposed skin.

Pulling his briefs and pants up, buttoning, zipping, fasting his belts. You let out a happy sigh, fixing his hair and tie.

You then fix yourself.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy, Monoma?”

He somehow managed to chirp. “I am, mommy.”

“Then, you’ll stop being a bitch tonight, right? Mommy made sure to fuck it out of you.”

“Oh, um,” aw, he’s blushing. “I suppose…”

When you both walk away from the much-more defiled wall, you hold back an amused snort with how Monoma seems too unstable with his feet, how his legs seem to shake with every step he tries to take and how frustrated he looks with how uncooperative his body is.

You decide that chilling and cuddling in that corner wouldn’t be so bad, and considering how your shift ended minutes ago, you doubt either you or Monoma will get into trouble.

#✿; impurity #⏱ Monoma brain rot #bnha smut #monoma neito smut #monoma smut #sub monoma neito #sub bnha #mha smut #ლ; blasphemy #𝖒𝖔𝖓𝖔𝖒𝖆

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smalltownslasher · 3 years

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IDOL AU! WHERE WILBUR GOES TO A CONCERT COMPLETELY UNINTERESTED BUT ENDS UP FALLING HOPLELESSLY IN LOVE WITH THE IDOL READER AND BECOMES HER BIGGEST FAN BOY. HES LIKE COMPLETELY STAR STRUCK AND FANBOYS SO MUCH ON STREAM AND IN CALLS!! i just thought you could maybe include all those scenes bcs ur writing is so *chefs kiss*

A/N: hey! since i dont write for the streamers themselves and only their characters, i edited this ask a bit,(writing/reading RPF makes me uncomfy, no hate to anyone who does enjoy it! i just dont find it as my cup of tea), but it’s still pretty much the same! all of this is c!wilbur!! and thank you for all your kind words. Can you tell how much I love this prompt?

Wilbur x Idol!Reader

Pronouns: she/her/herself

Content warnings: none! have fun, babes <3!

At first glance, he’d simply assumed you were a random villager playing music in the square.

He didn’t really think much of it, but all the hustle and bustle stilled around you, people watching enraptured as you set up the small stage.

Eventually, he makes his way to the front of the stage, and almost immediately, you begin your show.

He watches, enraptured, as you sway about on stage, the music flowing around you, and your voice a well tuned melody.

To say he has a bit of a crush, is an understatement.

You’re doing a meet and greet after the show, charismatic personality and sweet words perfectly complimenting your beauty.

He finally settles on a sentence. “You are a wonderful singer.” Simple, isn’t creepy, and hey, he might charm you!

He doesn’t have a case of idol worship, YOU do!

Finally, he gets to the front of the line, and you smile sweetly. His brain completely flies out of the room, leaving only a sticky note with “gone fishin!” In his mind.

“Hello, whats you’re name?“ You say, holding a hand out for a shake.

He shakes it, doing his best to ignore how perfect your hand feels in his.

“Wilbur-uh, Wilbur Soot? This was my first time at any of your shows, and honestly, I wasn’t expecting much, but like. Wow! Just wow. You’re amazing.“

Great job, jackass.

He’s about to apologize, when you laugh, lightly and like a song to his ears.

“Thank you, Wilbur, I appreciate the kind words. I’m glad I exceeded your expectations. I’d love to see you at more of my shows.“

He’s sure you’re just this nice to all of your fans. Normal celebrity socialite stuff.

But coming from you, it feels so, so genuine. Like you’d actually enjoy seeing him at more of your shows.

He manages to chat for a bit longer, before he has to go home. The line isn’t going to wait on his stupid crush.

He talks about your music whenever given the chance. Buying disks to plug into jukeboxes, so he can listen even at home.

He ends up going to a lot more shows, carting along his friends and brothers as well.

They aren’t as enamored as he is, but every time he goes to the meet and greet, you seem so genuinely happy to see him. You remember his name, ask him how he is, things like that.

He’s over the moon when you press a small note into his hand.

Meet me at the well, at dusk, please? A date, if you’d like it to be.

#wilbur soot x reader #dsmp x reader #wilbur x reader #mcyt x reader #idol reader #c!wilbur soot #wilbur soot

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sorryimananti-romantic · 3 years

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Mist | Choi San | Chapter 4

Pairing: Choi San x OC (Seohyun)

Genre: supernatural (ghost), romance, high school

Trigger Warnings: paranormal, death mentions, violence

Words: 6.6k

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except my original character and the story. I do not own any gifs or pictures used.

Full story on Wattpad (don’t spoil here if you read there too)

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Seohyun was waiting for Jiwoo for quite a while now, sitting on the desk in her room, doodling in her notebook. She sighed as she shut it, a bit frustrated. It was not like Jiwoo to leave her hanging.

Seohyun considered going out; it was highly likely that Jiwoo was at their usual spot- the park near the school, her home, or the accident site. It was about 10 pm. Wasn't that late, was it? She got up, but stopped.

Maybe Jiwoo needed space.

It was probably this, but Seohyun couldn't help fearing that she had just moved on. If she'd gotten her memories back, that could mean that she was a whole different person now. She might not be the Jiwoo she knew anymore.

Seohyun fell on her bed, staring at the wall, and suddenly felt goosebumps.

"Took you long enough," Seohyun said, not bothering to look at Jiwoo, who had just entered the room.

"Don't tell me you were waiting for me," Jiwoo smirked.

"Oh, why would I?" Seohyun smirked back, and made space for Jiwoo, who sat on the bed with her. "So?"

"So, my dear friend," Jiwoo began, clearly excited to tell her her life story.

And she did. She was Ahn Jiwoo, daughter to two loving parents and a sister to a 16 year old brother. She'd had a pretty normal life; her father was a finance manager and her mother a housewife, and she had a lot of friends during her school years too. The rumours about her father being some sort of criminal were wrong; she had to face those rumours in her life too. They had her confused with another Jiwoo in her class.

"So we were a group of four friends; 2 boys and 2 girls. I was kind of a rebel in my last few months of life, because I just found life boring. I wanted an adventure. Something new. I wanted to travel too. So I was suggesting to my friends that we should do something. They were all busy in their own ways, and I didn't understand. I kept bugging them. So when we were in that restaurant, we had an argument. I knew it was my fault. I stormed off, and I was just about to go back when I got hit by a car."

"Oh... so then you went to the hospital, and they found out you lost your memories?"

"Right," she said, "But I was already in a critical condition. Brain damage led me to death."

"Ah..." Seohyun stared at her. Jiwoo's eyes were sad as she told her this, but she looked content. "So the reason you stayed..."

"The reason I stayed was not one, but two. I wanted to make sure my friends didn't blame themselves and my parents had moved on. And I spent the whole day making sure that was the case."

"And the other reason?"

"I want an adventure," she said and smiled brightly.

"Ugh, you ghosts! You stay for the most stupid reasons!" Seohyun mocked and dramatically threw her head in her hands, which made Jiwoo hit her with a pillow until she was laughing.

"That's my last wish, Seohyun. You think you could do that for me? Go on an adventure with me?"

"Haven't you had enough of adventure though? I mean, living with me is an adventure in itself-"

"I already talked to San," Jiwoo said, catching her attention. "He actually thought it was a nice idea. So we're going on an adventure this week. He said he'll make it a surprise for me."

"Hey, hey, that's not fair? You didn't even ask me!"

"I didn't have to," Jiwoo flipped her red hair.

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"I don't know why I ever agreed to this," Seohyun sighed, handing her bag to Wooyoung who put it with the other few bags.

"Stop being a boomer and get in," Wooyoung said, and Seohyun did, muttering how she should have never suggested this.

"Should've thought before you planned all of it," Jongho snickered and Seohyun shot a glare.

"Everybody's in?" Hongjoong asked and they looked at each other, shouting a yes. Hongjoong gave a thumbs up and took the front seat of the van after shutting the door.

Everyone, including Jiwoo, who couldn't stop smiling, were seated. Seohyun had asked her mom to lend her a van that could fit 10 people, and though her mom had raised her brows in question, she had agreed when Seohyun said it was a trip with friends. She had just been surprised she had friends that were not ghosts, so without further questions (quite conveniently) she agreed, on the condition that the driver would be someone from the company.

She did raise a question when she found out that she was the only girl in the whole group, and there were only 9 people. Seohyun finally told her she was doing a favour for a ghost who had saved her life, and her mother made her promise she'd tell her the story someday.

They were going to Muchangpo Beach. They decided they'd see the sunset there. It was close to Seoul and the only place they could afford to travel and have an 'adventure'. They'd have a fun time, the boys promised, saying everything was fun when they were together.

Jiwoo was sitting between San and Wooyoung, and the three of them were chatting. Seohyun smiled when she saw that San was her voice; he'd say whatever she had to say.

She herself was in the middle row with Seonghwa and Yeosang by her sides. The two of them were also half bent backwards, listening to whatever the three of them were talking about. Seohyun had plugged her earphones in but she wasn't playing any music yet. She just listened to them talk.

"Tell us something about Seohyun," Wooyoung asked, giggling. Seohyun smiled inwardly.

"Well, Seohyun," Jiwoo thought, "she's quite rude, isn't she?"

"She's quite rude, isn't she?" San did his job, and the five of them laughed.

"She's not that rude,~" Seonghwa casted a glance at her, sighing in relief when he thought she couldn't hear him. Seohyun bit her cheek from the inside to stop smiling.

"She's scared of crows, of all thing," Jiwoo revealed, and the boys laughed a little. "She'll never show it, but when more than three crows are around, she runs for her life."

"Ah, I haven't ever noticed," Yeosang said, rubbing his chin, "she can hide it really well."

"Tell us some ghost story," Wooyoung asked. He was clearly enjoying this.

"I have a good one!" Jiwoo exclaimed and everyone seemed to scoot closer. "There was once a boy about her age who had the most stupid reason to not move on."

San almost stopped as he narrowed his eyes at Jiwoo and she assured him it was not Joon Hyuk. So San told the boys, and asked them to guess.

"He wanted an adventure too?" Yeosang laughed.

Jiwoo pouted, but said it could fall in that category, but it was a different sort of adventure. She told them to let their imagination run wild.

As San told the boys, Seohyun decided this was her cue to interrupt. "We are NOT going to talk about that!"

Wooyoung screamed a little in surprise. "Weren't you listening to music?!"

Jiwoo was just laughing and Seohyun bared her teeth at her, making everyone laugh and wonder just what sort of adventure did the boy want. After a hundred pleads from the boys, Seohyun finally told them that it didn't actually happen; she just threatened the ghost in unimaginable ways, making him move on without his desire.

"I think I have an idea of what happened," Yeosang thought, amusement in his eyes, "But I am too afraid to voice it out."

"I think you got it then," Seohyun nodded in approval and Yeosang gaped at her.

"You got it tough, friend," he said, patting her shoulder to comfort her. San and Wooyoung were pouting very loudly, and Seonghwa just stared at Yeosang and Seohyun as understanding passed between them.

"You both are so weird," Seonghwa finally said.

"If I tell you, Seonghwa, you'll drown in shame. Better protect your ears and your pure mind," Seohyun grinned.

San and Wooyoung exchanged glances, frowning, but they shook their head. It couldn't be that bad. Could it?

Seohyun plugged her earphones again, deciding she'd take a nap and actually played music this time.

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"We're here!"

Seonghwa shook her awake, and Seohyun slowly opened her eyes, her hand going in front of her eyes as she blocked the sunlight. She took off her earphones and the sound of waves hit her, making her smile. She adjusted her green dress that reached below her knees, and put her hat on.

She saw that Jiwoo was already out, running along the beach, and San was watching her with a smile on his face. He turned back, meeting eyes with Seohyun, who suddenly felt out of breath.

San was handsome- painfully handsome. And the plain white shirt he wore didn't help. His hair was flying due to the breeze and he ran a hand through them, cocking his head to the side as he watched her.

The sun making his skin glow didn't help either.

Seohyun cleared her throat and joined him, and they both watched Jiwoo, in her jeans and green T shirt that she had died in- her permanent outfit, running as freely as she could, her red hair flowing behind her, her laugh ringing in the air.

"I didn't know she'd be that happy to see the beach. Hasn't she been here before?" Seohyun asked.

"I think she has. She knew the way. And I'm almost suspicious she's doing this just to annoy you," San answered.

As if on cue, Jiwoo stopped, doing a weird dance, then started twerking-

"And that's our cue to look away," Seohyun grabbed San, now laughing, by his arm and went to join the others. "They didn't have to come. They can't see her."

"We figured out a way to enjoy with her even if we can't see her," San smirked.

And that was how, a few moments later, they all were assembled in a circle playing cards.

"Why do I think San and Seohyun are cheating on us with Jiwoo?" Yunho looked at them suspiciously.

"How do you think the cards are in the air?" Seohyun asked, and Yunho grinned. She had a point. To anyone who could not see Jiwoo, it would look like a bunch of cards were in the air.

"I WON!" Jiwoo smacked the final card and jumped in the air. Seohyun gaped at her.

"You cheated!" She shouted.

"I was sitting with you the whole time, don't give me that shit," Jiwoo smirked.

San told them that she had, indeed, won without cheating and everybody groaned. Mingi dragged the food basket and him and Jongho started spreading the food.

"Can she really not eat?" Jongho asked.

"I'm afraid not," Seohyun answered.

"Isn't it rude to eat in front of a ghost?" Jiwoo put her hands on her hip and Seohyun popped a cherry in her mouth, saying, "It is."

San scoffed. Jiwoo kicked Seohyun's leg lightly and said she was going to walk. The rest of them started to eat.

"I heard the sunset here is very pretty," Seonghwa said.

"I've been here before," Mingi took a bite of his sandwich, "It really is the prettiest."

After eating a little, Seohyun looked in the distance where Jiwoo was standing near the shore, the waves flowing near her. Jiwoo looked back and started walking towards them, then stopped halfway and gestured at them to come.

"She's calling us," San said, and they all got up, joining Jiwoo.

"I want to play in the water," Jiwoo said.

"What's stopping you?" Seohyun asked.

"With you all, you dumbass," Jiwoo laughed and took her hand, leading her to the shore.

"Hey, hey, easy there," Seohyun laughed and let out a little yelp as the waves hit her bare feet. "The water is so cold!"

Jiwoo bent down and sprayed the water on Seohyun, smirking.

"Oh no, you did not!" Seohyun bent down and sprayed back before she could run. And so started a battle of getting each other wet. They all forgot all their worries for a while, running around in the waves, laughing as loudly as they could, laughing even louder when one of them got Jiwoo. By the time it got darker, they were all quite wet.

Yunho and Yeosang ran back to get towels for everyone, throwing them one each, and wondering if Jiwoo should have a towel. Seohyun said there was no need, but Jiwoo snatched hers once she was done.

"The sunset's here, guys," Yeosang said.

They all stood silently, side by side, watching the sky change to brilliant shades of candy, the sun reflecting on the sea. It was breathtakingly beautiful. At some point, Jiwoo crossed her hand with Seohyun's, and she turned to look at her face. Her red hair shone brightly and her eyes were wet.

"I want it to be the last thing that I see before I go," Jiwoo almost whispered. Seohyun's heart sank in her knees. It was really happening.

Jiwoo looked at San and smiled widely, San smiled back and waved at her. Jiwoo asked him to tell everyone that she was thanking them for doing so much for her. They all assured her it was nothing, and said they were gonna miss her.

San looked at Seohyun, nodding and urged the others to come with him. Only Jiwoo and Seohyun remained now, facing the sunset.

"It's really happening," Jiwoo finally said. A cry of pain escaped Seohyun's mouth. She couldn't take it anymore. Jiwoo rubbed her hand comfortingly, making her face herself. "You've given me an adventure. The time I spent with you, that was enough. Today was for you, Seohyun."

"Are you serious?" Seohyun asked.

Jiwoo nodded. "I told everyone it was for me, but no. It was for you. A gift for helping me out so much. For being a friend. A little sister that I always wanted."

Seohyun smiled sadly, "I'm gonna miss you so, so much. I got used to you, I shouldn't have."

"I know," Jiwoo smiled, kissing her forehead and wrapping her in a hug. Seohyun closed her eyes and inhaled. "Don't cry on me right now, Seohyun."

Seohyun laughed a little. "I'm trying not to, you're making it harder by reminding me!" She opened her eyes and saw the boys, watching them from a distance.

"I hope you'll open your heart more, Seohyun. That's my last wish. You had a tough life, but you have so many people, dead and alive, who love you. I hope you remember that, always."

"Unnie..." A tear escaped Seohyun.

Jiwoo watched the sunset, Seohyun in her arms, and it was perfect.

She closed her eyes.

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Seohyun felt it, felt her presence fade away. She was no longer hugging Jiwoo. She stood for a few seconds before finally collapsing on the sand and she shuddered as tears began to flow. She put her face in her hands and cried her heart out.

The boys approached her, sitting around her, rubbing her back, telling her that it was okay. She just cried and cried, and she knew she was letting go of Joon Hyuk along with Jiwoo too. The proper goodbye that she had so badly wanted, she finally got it.

San put her arms around her and brought her closer, caressing her hair. After a few minutes, she was out of tears. She let her hair cover her face as she rested her head on San's shoulder, trying to normalize her breath.

Jongho handed her a water bottle. She managed a smile and took a few sips, rubbing her eyes. The boys looked at each other. They weren't sure what they should do next.

"God damn me if I ever befriend a ghost again," Seohyun said and finally laughed, making everyone else laugh along.

"Are you okay?" Hongjoong asked.

"Yes, I am, actually," she said, wiping her eyes again. "I'm done crying for a while now." Her eyes went to San, who understood and smiled.

"Alright, let's get some dinner."

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The driver had dropped Seohyun home now, and was on the way to drop the rest of them. As Seohyun entered her home, it felt strange. She felt utterly alone now that she knew Jiwoo wasn't gonna be back ever.

She tried to recall the time, only a few months ago, when she hadn't met Jiwoo yet. What did she even do in her spare time? She could not remember.

Seohyun went in her room and changed into her PJs first. After she combed her hair and scrolled a bit, she got up to turn off the light and saw something lying on her desk.

It was a painting. Of Jiwoo and her, cheek to cheek, smiling, the black cat in their arms. Seohyun gasped a little and examined it. It was really well drawn. Who made it?

She turned the page and saw something written on the back of it:

Seohyun,

I remember now that I loved painting. Since we don't have any photos, I captured us in this painting. Now you have a photo!

Love always, Jiwoo unnie ^^

Seohyun laughed a little as she read how she had addressed herself. "I guess you really liked being called unnie," she thought out loud.

She set the painting on her bookshelf. After being content with its position, she turned off the light, and slept surprisingly peacefully throughout the night.

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"I swear to god if you don't make fun of me when I do something stupid, I'm never gonna talk to you all again."

"Well, that's new," Yeosang commented, "You're begging for it now."

"Better that then you all being like this!" Seohyun let out a frustrated sigh.

The boys were being ridiculously sensitive with Seohyun, and she was feeling absolutely uncomfortable. She hadn't noticed it the first two days, but then she noticed in the little things; how they'd always offer her food before eating themselves, how they'd always accompany her, etc. She had enough of the special treatment.

"You're acting like someone died," Seohyun said.

"Back at it with the dead jokes are you?" San shook his head.

"Technically, Jiwoo was dead," Jongho remarked.

"So did she die twice then?" Mingi wondered.

"Oh please," Seohyun sighed again, "I just want you all to act like we used to. No more special treatment. Please, this makes it worse. I'm already at terms with Jiwoo going. It was bound to happen."

"Alright, alright," Seonghwa said and shushed her. "We didn't know what else we could do. Back to normal, okay?"

"Thank you," Seohyun truly meant it. "Also, I think I'm ready to share my drums." The boys hooted except one.

"Are you angry?" Mingi asked. Seohyun immediately turned to San, who was suddenly interested in Wooyoung's fingernails.

"Now I am," Seohyun muttered, and San smiled without meeting her eyes. The teacher came and interrupted their session, so they went back to studying.

After school was over, the boys decided to go to their warehouse, while Seohyun asked if anyone would help her bring the drums. San volunteered and they walked to her home, the black cat in San's hand.

As they walked, talking about how it looked like the cat missed Jiwoo, San stopped in his tracks. "I think you have a guest."

Seohyun looked ahead and saw a middle aged man dressed like a doctor. He was a ghost. Seohyun shared a look with San and went ahead.

"How can I help you?" Seohyun asked. The ghost got startled when he saw that San could see him too.

Jiwoo had once explained that to ghosts, Seohyun shined a little brighter than the rest of the humans, which was how they knew. Seohyun had just thought she was crazy but now she realized, now that she was with San, that it must be true.

Or maybe Jiwoo hadn't been joking that one time when she said there was a banner on top of her head and every ghost could see it, only Seohyun couldn't.

"I was told you'd help me," the doctor said. Seohyun nodded and he continued. "I made a mistake. I operated on a patient and it went wrong. It was my fault. The patient lost his vision. They were going to sue me, but when I tried to settle it, we had an argument. They gave up on suing me, saying I wasn't even worth the trouble.

"It was a few days later. I went into a slump and started drinking a lot. I was on the roof of the hospital and it wasn't my intention, but I slipped. That's how I died."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Seohyun said, "How can I help you move on then?"

"I want to let the patient know that I truly am sorry, and I want to let my family, just my family know that it wasn't a suicide. I wouldn't leave them behind on purpose."

"But... isn't it easier for your family this way? Than knowing that you are now a ghost? That it wasn't an accident?"

"I think," San began, "that he's right. It's more easier for them if they know he didn't commit suicide. They'd feel really bad if they think he left them on purpose. No one wants that from the people they love."

The doctor smiled thankfully at San. "I'll take you to the patient first," he said and asked if he should teleport the two of them.

"Do you want to come? You don't have to," Seohyun said.

San stroked the cat's head. "I want to."

"I don't know if it's safe for San to teleport. So we'll take the mundane route. Lead the way, sir."

"It's quite a distance. I hope you have money for taxi," the doctor said.

On the way to the patient's house, they had a nice chat with the doctor. He told them about his life, back when he was famous for being a good surgeon. He had never made a mistake and he had always held pride in that. But with this particular patient, he took a risk he knew he shouldn't have.

He told them he had a 10 year old daughter and he wanted her to become a doctor too. He wanted her to know that it was good to save people, and she shouldn't be afraid to take risks but also be careful at the same time and know her limits.

Seohyun was actually touched by the whole thing. It was good to have ghosts like these once in a while; nice, well-mannered ghosts.

They reached the patient's house. It was in a posh area; the patient himself must be rich. The house looked more like a mansion from the outside. Upon ringing the doorbell, a woman appeared, who the doctor told them was his wife. She seemed to be past 50s.

"We're relatives of Dr. Lee, the one who operated on your husband. We're here to discuss things about the case."

The woman passed them a skeptical look, "The doctor passed away, didn't he? We gave up on the case altogether. What do you want now?"

"We just want to talk to Mr. Cho. It's important. Please."

The woman let them in, guided them to the chairs in the garden and said she'd bring her husband. San and her sat down, admiring the lush gardens. The doctor paced worriedly.

"It will be alright. I have a way with words," Seohyun assured the doctor.

The husband and wife arrived; San and Seohyun got up and greeted them respectfully. "I am Seohyun, Dr. Lee's distant relative. This is San, my cousin."

"Have a seat," he said and they all settled down, including the wife. Seohyun sighed and decided she'd get to the point.

"Dr. Lee made a mistake. You must know that," Seohyun said. The wife looked at her husband worriedly.

"So he says," Mr. Cho said, staring in the distance.

"He wants to apologize, sincerely. I'll get to the point. He's here right now. I can see ghosts, the dead who have not moved on. He had unfinished business here, because he wanted to sincerely apologize. He won't be able to move on until he hears your forgiveness."

"Is this a prank?" Mrs. Cho asked, but Mr. Cho shushed her.

"I hope you can prove he's here," Mr. Cho said.

"Dr. Lee told you about some ginseng plant right before you went under anesthesia. No one was there when he told you, right?"

"That's true," Mr. Cho smiled. His wife began to complain but he raised a hand. "That's interesting. My father had a friend. He could see ghosts too. Are you the Mediator?"

San and Seohyun looked at each other in surprise. "That's what they call me, yes."

Mr. Cho laughed a little. "I used to not believe my father and that friend of his for the longest time, until I saw something and couldn't believe my eyes. That's why I believe you too, girl. You're doing a good job."

"Thank you," Seohyun said.

"So Dr. Lee is here? I can speak directly to him?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright. Dr. Lee, it was your fault, I know. But I truly forgive you. There are things we cannot avoid. We call it fate or destiny. What's bound to happen, fortune or misfortune, happens and you cannot avoid it. That's what I believe. I want you to move on, without the burden of my accident holding you back. You didn't do it on purpose, and that is enough for me."

Tears escaped Mrs. Cho's eyes and she wiped them. Seohyun muttered to San, 'wise man', and they watched Dr. Lee's eyes shine with tears to as he said his apology and thanks. Seohyun conveyed the message.

They were offered tea, but Seohyun told them they had to get home. The man offered to help Seohyun out if she ever had trouble with this Mediator job. She accepted, saying she would pay a visit someday.

The three of them left the house, standing in the street and reflecting on what had happened.

"That went rather smoothly," Seohyun commented.

"I know!" San widened his eyes at her.

"Thank you, Seohyun. It really does feel like a burden off my shoulder."

"No problem, we should move now. What's the next job?"

"I don't think I can see them like this," the doctor said. "I love my daughter and my wife very much. Seeing them would want me to stay. Do you think I can write a letter to my wife? You can give it to her tomorrow."

"Will your wife believe that it was really written by you?"

"We had a secret code between us; we created it. If I mention it in the letter, she'll have to believe it. And she'll recognize my handwriting too."

San and Seohyun decided that was convenient, and Seohyun handed the doctor a pen and paper. He wrote a short one, muttering something about how the less he wrote the better it would be. Then he folded it and handed it to Seohyun.

"I trust you. You'll give the letter tomorrow, right? I wrote the address on the other page."

"I will deliver it personally."

"Thank you," the doctor smiled. "Do you think I'll be able to watch over my daughter?"

"Maybe you will," Seohyun said.

"Guardian angel," San added, making the doctor smile as he disappeared. He had moved on.

"Well," Seohyun said, "That was quick. I love it when ghosts are wise enough to actually know how to handle their mess."

San scoffed. "Let's go."

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Grabbing some coffee from a café they passed by, they took a taxi to Seohyun's home. Seohyun insisted that they should eat before they packed the drums and go to the warehouse. San helped her set the table. She had made pasta last night, which she reheated, and had some chocolates for dessert.

"Does your mom ever come home?" San asked as he nibbled on the chocolate.

Seohyun yawned. San reflected. They both were tired and sleepy now. "She has an apartment near her office so she only comes once a week here."

San yawned again and Seohyun laughed. "Should I let you nap?"

San smiled lazily. "Let's just pack the drums while you're still angry. I don't want you to change your mind."

Seohyun threw the wrapper at him and he caught it before it hit his face, throwing it right back. She dodged it. "Come on, let's dismantle it."

It took them ten minutes to dismantle and pack the drums. But it was already night time, and the boys had locked the warehouse and gone home when San asked them.

"Well, I'll call them here tomorrow. They should take it if they want it so much."

"Good idea." San said, yawning again.

"I think if I let you go home now, you're gonna fall asleep in the middle of the road. Take a power nap, San."

"Oh no, I shouldn't. I'll just go," he said and walked past her, only to be grabbed by the arms and led to a room despite him insisting he was not THAT sleepy.

San entered the room and immediately knew it was Seohyun's. The potted plants, the books, the mess. And the painting.

"So that's the painting, eh," he said, walking towards it and looking at the detail, absolutely wowed by it.

"How do you know? I don't think I mentioned," Seohyun narrowed her eyes.

"Jiwoo told me she left a gift for you," he smiled. Seohyun went to stand with him, looking at the painting with him.

"She's really good," she said.

San looked down at her. She felt so small; he was about a head taller than her. He turned towards her, his hand going to play with her hair. "You're really okay, right?"

"I am, San," Seohyun assured him. "I do feel lonely when I'm home, but you guys make up for it everyday."

San nodded. He was still playing with her hair. Seohyun suddenly flushed; they were standing quite close to each other. San noticed her looking at him, her light brown eyes shining.

He seemed to be searching her eyes for something. And Seohyun wasn't sure what it was, but she felt her heart pumping louder every second. She was, oh god, she was so attracted to him. He made her feel so many things just by looking at her.

"What are you looking at?" Seohyun asked- almost whispered.

"You," San said, bringing his hand to cup her face, surprised when she leaned in to his touch and closed her eyes. It made him melt. He brought her in for a hug and she gladly wrapped her arms around his waist, his small waist. She could hear his heart beat just as loudly. San rested his face on her head, rocking them back and forth. He didn't want to let go, he wanted to stay like this as long as he could.

Seohyun sighed. All she could think about was how he felt. Her mind was truly blank.

San finally broke apart a little, Seohyun's arms still around his waist. He was staring at her, his hands cupping her face, putting stray hair behind her ears. Seohyun wanted to do the same to him, but at the same time she didn't want to let go of him.

"Seohyun, Seohyun," he whispered, loving the sound of her name on his lips. She bit her lip. It seemed like they just stared at each other for the longest time, afraid to say anything, until Seohyun smiled at the situation.

San kissed her forehead first, a light peck. When she didn't move away, he tilted her face a bit upwards to kiss her cheekbone, then her cheek, leaving butterfly kisses, making her tremble all over. She clenched his shirt tighter, out of breath already. Their noses brushed and she loved the feeling of it, his breath warm on her. And when their lips brushed, San finally kissed her properly.

And Seohyun's mind went blank.

San's hand went behind her neck and Seohyun finally left his waist, only to cup his face herself as she guided him along. They tasted chocolate on each other. Seohyun was deepening the kiss, she just couldn't get enough. San mirrored her movements, following along, making her bend backwards until her back hit the desk and her hand went to rest on it for support.

San broke apart to catch his breath. His eyes were glazed, and so were Seohyun's. He put his hand on Seohyun's, the one that was on the desk, and with a sultry look and half a smile, he kissed her again, so passionately that it made Seohyun curve back and back until San was half on top of her.

When they broke apart, finally short of breath, Seohyun smirked. "I thought you were sleepy."

"I still am," he said, resting her forehead against her and smiling, eyes shut.

Seohyun lead him to her bed, making him sit. She bit her lip and smirked as she positioned herself on San's lap. San held her by her waist and let her kiss him; on his cheeks, like he had done, a peck on his nose which made him laugh, and finally a kiss to the lips.

"God, the way you make me feel, Choi San!" She sighed dramatically.

"And how do I make you feel?" He questioned. Seohyun shook her head. "I'll tell you later. Now we sleep."

San set his alarm for a power nap and with Seohyun in her arms, they both slept peacefully. When the alarm did go off, Seohyun didn't budge. With a kiss on her forehead, he left the house.

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"There's something wrong with Seohyun," Yeosang announced and everyone turned to look at him.

"There's more?" Wooyoung asked sarcastically and Seohyun glared at him, turning to look at Yeosang, asking him what he meant by that.

"I don't know," Yeosang threw his hands in the air, clearly frustrated, "She keeps smiling to herself. It's creepy."

Seohyun and San shared a look and San, despite his struggle not to, burst out laughing. Seohyun pursed her lips, trying not to smile but failed.

"See?" Yeosang pointed at her, "Has she ever smiled like this?"

Wooyoung was looking at San and Seohyun. "You both.... Is there a secret I don't know about!?"

"I don't have secrets anymore..." Seohyun lied shamelessly, shrugging. San put his hands in the air and said, "I only laughed because of what Yeosang said."

"No, you're looking at each other with the most disgusting look in your eyes," Yeosang observed, "Don't tell me you two..."

"Ah, no, that cannot have happened!" Hongjoong waved him off as Seonghwa gasped.

"How could you even suggest such a thing?" Seonghwa shook his head, clearly disappointed in Yeosang.

"No, I didn't even say anything yet..." Yeosang looked at Seohyun to apologize but she smirked at him, making his eyes go wide.

"I am RIGHT! Something happened between these two, she smirked at me!"

Seohyun immediately put her poker face and looked at Mingi and Jongho, who were right in front of her, with the most innocent look in her eyes. "Did you see me smirk?"

Mingi and Jongho shook their heads. Yeosang shot Seohyun a glare. "I know I'm right. If this turns out to be true..."

"Stop being so dramatic," San said, shushing Yeosang, and got up to drink water.

They were all in the warehouse, having just left school, and were currently relaxing and drinking juice, chatting with each other. Yeosang had noticed Seohyun smiling more than usual, which made him think something happened. It didn't help that San and Seohyun couldn't stop exchanging glances.

Seohyun had brought the drum set with Yunho before coming to the warehouse. Seohyun motioned to Mingi and they got up, leaving the rest behind.

"Have you ever played drums before? Like, actual drums?"

"Yeah," Mingi answered, "A friend of mine had them."

"Alright, you should learn how to arrange them."

So Seohyun taught Mingi all about the components of a drum set, their various uses and how to dismantle them and put them back. Mingi listened carefully, and Seohyun smiled inwardly at how happy he looked. It made her feel guilty that she delayed it so much.

When they were done, they stood back to have a look.

"A much needed upgrade," Mingi smiled, ruffling Seohyun's hair, "Thanks."

"This drum set is my baby, okay? Use it well."

"Yes ma'am," Mingi saluted and Seohyun pointed at the drums. "Have a go."

Mingi sat on the stool, testing the weight of the drum sticks in his hand. He tested the sounds then, and played a little, freestyling, laughing as he did. The others had come to watch him, cheering and hyping him up.

"Not bad," Seohyun said when he finished, "Just go with your heart. Don't think."

"Your turn," Mingi handed her the drum sticks and she almost panicked.

"I think I'm good," she hesitated but someone pushed her forward. It was Yunho.

"I didn't go through all that trouble of coming to your house and carrying the drums to not see you play," he shook his head.

"Alright. Just a second," Seohyun said, tying her hair in a ponytail. "There you go."

Everyone hooted, clearly excited. This was the first time she was going to actually play in front of them, save for the time she had played the violin for San. San smiled at her as if he was thinking the same thing. Seohyun inhaled, testing the drums, and began.

She realized she really did enjoy playing the drums; there was just something about drums where you could express freely, and loudly, as if you wanted everyone to hear it. And it made her smile like crazy, put her brain on pause for a while and play with her heart.

She played like crazy, and when she was done, everyone was in awe.

"You're actually very good!" Hongjoong said, finally clapping. Seohyun bowed her head and got up. "I didn't expect this."

"It's like she was a different person," Jongho was looking at her with wonder.

"Teacher! you're my teacher from today," Mingi declared, and Seohyun scoffed at him.

"You don't need a teacher, teach yourself. I know you can."

"Nooo~" he wailed, "I would love you as a teacher!"

Seohyun just waved him off, going to San and smiling embarrassingly at him. He pinched her cheeks and she pouted, the two of them forgetting for a moment that everyone was still watching her.

"You two... there is something different!" Jongho laughed in disbelief. San and Seohyun started laughing. Yeosang just shook hands with Jongho, thanking him for finally noticing.

"They're not even bothering to deny it, guys," Yunho grinned.

"San is mine!" Wooyoung shouted dramatically, coming to hug San, sticking his tongue out at Seohyun. Seohyun glared at him, baring her teeth at him, and snatched San from him. Wooyoung gasped, and suddenly the two of them were in a battle, both pulling at San by his arms, who was laughing painfully, shouting for help.

"He's not even choosing!" Seohyun laughed, and winked at Wooyoung as she said, "Let's ditch him."

Wooyoung pushed San away, rather forcefully, who fell in Yeosang's arms. He put his arm in Seohyun and she flipped her hair as they walked away from him.

"No one loves me," San buried his nose in Yeosang's neck, pouting. Yeosang sighed, patting his head.

"You're right," Yeosang said, "Absolutely right."

"Hey..." San moaned like a little kid.

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kat-tamin · 3 years

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Kat Tamin NSFW Alphabet

Warnings: Language, Smut

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

She’s good with a bit of cuddling afterwards, but only for a bit. After a while, her brain just goes, “Okay, what’s next?”. She’ll talk about what just happened, what you liked or didn’t like, if you enjoyed yourself. She’ll offer you a drink or a snack or a shower if you’re at her apartment. She doesn’t mind if you stay the night, even when you’re just a one night stand. She’ll make you breakfast in the morning then send you home. If she’s at yours, and she’s not staying the night, she’ll give you like twenty minutes of cuddling before calling an Uber to go home.

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Man or woman, Kat loves an ass. She loves when you wear tight pants or underwear that showcases what you’re working with. She loves grabbing it, biting it, slapping it. She loves holding onto it when you’re fucking her, leaving fingerprints and nail marks on you.

You love her neck. She has a sensitive spot right under her ear that if you suck on, she’s instantly wet beyond belief. You love to mark it as your own, with lipstick, with your teeth. You love seeing them the next morning, a reminder of your love.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kat loves cum, especially in her mouth; that special nectar that is you. She loves to go down on you, and when you cum, she makes sure a drop isn’t spilled. She’ll swallow everything you have, then kiss you, make you taste yourself on her tongue.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She feels like a bad feminist, but sometimes she just wants to be absolutely railed by a guy. She wants that total lack of control. She wants to be used as a fuck toy, with no concern about her pleasure. She wants to be fucked over and over until she can barely keep her eyes open, covered in cum.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

She definitely knows what she’s doing. She may not have a lot of experience with long term relationships, but she’s had quite a few casual relationships. She’s more experienced with women, but she’s had a few male friends-with-benefits situations.

F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)

She loves 69ing, because it brings out her competitive side. She loves it when she’s going down on you, and you have to keep stopping what you’re doing to moan or gasp. She’s determined to make you cum first, and you usually do, with a big groan into her pussy, which usually sends her over the edge.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She’s more serious in the beginning, not wanting to make a wrong move or say something stupid. Once you’re comfortable, that’s when she gets more silly. She’ll laugh at the noises or the little oops that happen naturally during sex.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Kat can be very romantic if that’s what you want. She can go slow, making sure to touch every inch of you, take her time to worship you. She’ll say how beautiful you are, how much she loves you; kiss you soft and sweet while you’re fucking.

J = Jack off (masturbation head canon)

After a long, stressful day, she just wants to relax, turn her brain off. Sure, you making her cum would be nice, but sometimes she just wants to use her vibrator and go to sleep, without having to worry about anyone else.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She has a pegging kink. It’s not something she’s explored much, she hasn’t found a guy willing to do it, but she thinks about it a lot. Sometimes, a guy will give her the go ahead to use a finger or two, and she gets so excited. Something about the taboo of it, the total submission of a guy under her, makes her so fucking wet.

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

Her favourite place is at home, in her own bed. She doesn’t have to worry about roommates, or what your bathroom is like. She likes the familiar surroundings so she can focus totally on you, not whether you’ll be mad when she leaves.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

If you’ve just met, a good back and forth conversation gets her interested in you. She’s attracted to people with good vibes and a good sense of humour. If all those things are combined, she’ll go home with you.

She loves a strip tease from you, the slow reveal of skin, bonus points if you’re not wearing any underwear. The confident smile of you waiting for her to come home from work, already wearing sexy lingerie is an instant turn on. She loves someone who knows what they want, especially sex.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Since working at SVU, non-con or dub-con is an absolute no. Even if you ask her to take you against your will in a kink scene, she won’t. If a “no” slips out of your mouth, even if you’re just playing, it’s an instant stop. If either of you has had a few drinks, or smoked a bit of weed, she’s reluctant to fuck you. She’d rather just make out for a while, just in case you’re not as in control as you think.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Her head game is immaculate. Guys, girls, it doesn’t matter, her tongue knows exactly what to do and where to go. It may be sloppy sometimes, but it feels so fucking good. As mentioned, she loves drinking cum, draining you dry. After a few rounds, it’s her turn: usually with her riding your face, hands in your hair.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

She doesn’t have a preference, likes to decide in the moment. She seems to know exactly what you need/want, and on the rare occasion she gets it wrong, she’s quick to adjust.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

She’s game for quickies, even if you don’t get to do it often, but she’d rather take her time with you, so you can each cum a few times. Sometimes when you’re out in public, she’ll give you a Look, and you know you have to find a private bathroom stall, and quick. She’ll use one hand to pleasure you, the other pressed to your mouth to stifle your groans, a whisper in your ear to be quiet.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

She’s still young, so she may not know what she likes, so she’s all for experimentation in kinks. She wants to explore what makes you feel good, too.

If she’s sleeping with a guy, risk is a no-go. She has an IUD but still makes you wear a condom. She always asks if you’re clean before fucking you the first time. She has no time for STDs or God forbid, a pregnancy.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

If she’s with a woman, she can go for hours, especially if she doesn’t have to work the next day. Most of that time is spent on you, making you cum over and over until you have to push her away because you can’t take anymore. If you’re too exhausted by then, she’ll use your body to get off: your thigh makes an excellent substitute.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has a vibrator and a couple straps. The vibrator is more for herself than you, but if you have your own, she’ll use it. Her straps are high-quality, in a variety of sizes, and she loves to use them. She loves fucking you with them, making you deep-throat her cock. As mentioned, she wants to peg, so she has a few plugs just in case the situation arrives.

She’s cool with you using straps on her, too. She loves riding a cock, and you love the look on her face when it hits her just right, her eyes rolling back in pleasure.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s a Service Top, first and foremost. Your pleasure is her pleasure, so she doesn’t like to tease. She’d rather make you cum over and over until you’re so sensitive, you can’t be touched.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s more on the quiet side, she’d rather it be you making the noise. She’ll praise you, tell you how pretty you look with her fingers in you, how good you taste. She lets out quiet gasps and curses while you fuck her. If you’re fucking her hard enough, she’ll start speaking in Arabic. You have no idea what she says but it just spurns you on even further. When she cums, it’s usually with a quiet groan of your name.

W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character)

She has a bit of an exhibition kink, even though she knows she’s the last person who should be doing it. Locked bathroom stalls, private offices, the gym locker room, the darkness of a cab’s backseat, are all fair game. Her favourite thing to do is to get a hotel room with a big window or balcony and fuck you, hoping passerby's can see and hear you when you cum.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

We know she’s got a boxer's body, all plains and hard edges. Her whole body is pure toned muscles, with a glorious set of abs you love to lick. She likes to keep herself tidy and trimmed, but not bare. Waxing is very low on her priority list, and if you can’t deal with a bit of hair, she knows you’re not the one.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Probably a couple times a week, depending on if you both have the time, and if you’ve had a long day or not. Weekends and days off are when you make up for what you missed during the week, with a couple rounds in the morning and at night. If Kat wants to do it, but you don’t, she’s happy to take care of it herself, and you do her the same courtesy.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

You always fall asleep first, no matter how much or how little sex you’ve had. You usually fall asleep in her arms, but once you’re out, she moves so she can sleep comfortably, with a bit of space between you.

#kat tamin #svu #kat tamin headcanons #headcanons #smut #*

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seek-its-opposite · 4 years

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photosensitivity | wc: 2156 | ao3

prompt from @catarinquar 65. "look at me—just breathe, okay?”

post-demons. warning: some references to suicidal ideation

*****

Twelve hours after almost shooting his partner, Fox Mulder is released from the hospital in satisfactory health. His partner, whose health is decidedly unsatisfactory, is entrusted with his care. As she signs her name at the bottom of the release form she avoids eye contact with the nurses, half convinced that if they look at her they won’t let her leave. Lately she’s been thinking of howlers.

Scully, silent and reckless, drives them both two hours out of Rhode Island before stopping at a motel on the Connecticut-New York state line. The clouds are threatening what looks to be a hell of a mid-afternoon storm, and she doesn’t want to be on the road with him when it hits. She leaves her rumpled partner in the car with the window cracked while she goes to the front desk, glancing back possessively over her shoulder as the woman behind the counter gets their keys. One room, two beds. “I’m not letting you out of my sight, Mulder.”

She keeps seeing him like she found him, on his knees before the ghosts of his childhood. She sees him praying to the barrel of his gun.

By the time the rain slaps the window Mulder is lying stiff as a board on top of the cheap comforter, hands flat at his side. Scully, doing a poor job at concentrating on the dog-eared copy of Into the Wild she stole from his apartment, eyes him from the corner. The lamp beside her flickers and hums. Lightning flares through the blinds, cutting Mulder in half diagonally like a Vegas magician.

Extreme photosensitivity, the doctor had said, scrawling notes for her on things to look out for. She looks for curtains to close and finds none.

“Shit,” she mutters.

“Scully?” Mulder squints at her from the bed.

“Just the storm.”

He closes his eyes again. “Hey, Scully, if April showers bring May flowers, what do May flowers bring?”

She doesn’t even have time to decide whether to indulge him. The next bolt of lightning is close, flashing white-hot outside the window just seconds before the thunder claps. Mulder cries out and grabs his head, sitting up so quickly he slides off the side of the mattress and hits the floor with a crash.

“Mulder!”

He’s unresponsive when she reaches him, flat on his back and glassy eyed on the carpet. Scully crouches at his side.

“Mulder,” she prompts, more measured this time. “Can you hear me?”

She feels his pulse racing in his neck and moves her other hand to his chest, spreading her palm across his stupid, hot-blooded heart. After a second Mulder blinks and focuses on her. He winces and sits up, letting out a long breath.

“Easy,” Scully warns. She grabs his shoulder and guides him, gently, so he’s facing her, sitting against the side of the bed with his left knee at his chest. He slumps back, his arm lolling across his knee.

“I saw my mom,” he says. His voice is rough. “With the cancer man.”

“You have no way of knowing if that’s true.”

“I have no way of knowing if it’s a memory,” he counters. “I know it’s true.”

He leans his head back against the comforter and shuts his eyes.

Scully rests her hand on Mulder’s forehead, her pinkie in his hair and her thumb stroking his brow. His hairline is sweaty. “Mulder, the lightning isn’t good for you,” she murmurs. “It’s triggering your seizures.”

Mulder huffs out a laugh. She wonders what he sees behind those eyelids. “Maybe if you show the storm your badge,” he suggests.

She almost smiles. “I’ll do that.”

The room lights up again. She has to get him out of here. Scully pushes herself off the floor, patting Mulder’s leg as she stands. He looks up at her. “I was kidding,” he says.

“I’ll be right back.”

The bathroom has no window. It’s short on floor space, but if she folds a towel for him to sit in front of the bathtub here, folds another in front of the sink here—with the door closed it should work. There’s a shell-shaped night light plugged into the outlet; she flips the switch and the room glows faint pink, so warm and sweet she’s overcome with love with it for a second. Dana, look at you, she thinks. You can’t tell the difference between a panic room and a home.

“Come here,” she says to Mulder, and holds out her hand. She pulls him to his feet.

When he sees the bathroom he says, “I didn’t realize we checked into the Ritz.”

She replies, “I used your card.”

They sit on worn towels in their socks with their knees touching. In the shadows she can almost trick herself into thinking they’re on a stakeout.

“You don’t have to stay in here,” he tells her, trying to sound casual. “If anything happens I’ll just scream in agony.” He doesn’t pull off the joke.

“I’m good,” she soothes.

He called her in the middle of the night with blood down his shirt and she came to find him. It’s been too late to leave for years.

“Scully—” Mulder pauses.

She waits.

“That was the third time I’ve aimed my gun at you.”

“I wasn’t keeping track,” she replies. A lie. “How’s this lighting for you? Is this better?”

“Scully.”

“No. I’m not going to do this right now.”

“Do what?” he pleads.

“Make this about your guilt. We’ve both aimed our weapons at each other. God, Mulder.” She gestures at his shoulder. “I shot you.”

She shot him is the tamest way to put it. She shot him so he wouldn’t spend his life in jail. She drugged him and drove him across the country, slept in rest stop parking lots at dawn, wet an old washcloth with the melting ice water from the bottom of her cooler and draped it across his forehead. She never talks about that part. She understands that they are each tallying up the wrong score, that when they look at themselves they see the ways they hurt each other as more legitimate than the ways they heal. In their pact to trust each other they count only the breaches of contract.

It’s been scaring her lately to think of what legacy she might leave with him. To think he could get it so wrong. It makes her furious.

“You want me to tell you I think you were reckless and stupid?” she continues. “I do! You put a hole in your head. But we both know that’s not what you feel bad about.”

Thunder rumbles muted above their heads.

“I had to know,” Mulder insists.

“You could have killed yourself, Mulder.” She’s angry now, properly. Her ribs feel like they’re trying to break out of her body. “Do I mean that little to you?”

His lips part, like one of his fish.

“I need you,” Scully sniffs. Her voice is very small.

Mulder reaches out and touches her shin with just his fingertips. She shudders.

“I’m here,” he says.

“Then listen to me.” She takes a breath, steadies herself. “Stop punishing yourself like it’ll make me better. I never asked for your penance.”

“You don’t ask for anything.” He sounds almost bewildered.

“I do,” she says bitterly. She thinks, You just haven’t noticed.

She can’t believe she thought it was him showing up at her door on a Friday night with a bottle of wine. Desire makes her foolish; it has since she was a girl.

At this point—because their lives are a divine joke—they’re rudely interrupted. In the low light Scully tastes the warm blood on her upper lip before Mulder can see it. A nosebleed. Fuck. Now? She cups her palm beneath her nose and lunges for the sink, leaning over it, knuckles white around the counter.

“Oh, Scully,” Mulder sighs. He stands.

“I’m okay. It’s not that bad.”

It’s really not, considering. She pinches the bridge of her nose and takes stock of her body. There’s a dim ache in her head, a low throbbing just between her eyes. Her neck is stiff. Her limbs are sore; her ankles will probably be bruised tomorrow from sitting on the tile, even with socks on. She bruises so easily now, her soft, bad-apple skin. She’ll need a full night of sleep tonight. She should eat something that doesn’t come from a vending machine, but that might be pushing it.

Mulder reaches for the toilet paper, and she holds up her hand to stop him.

“Give it a minute,” she says. Over time she’s learned it’s easier to just bend over the sink or the toilet and wait it out until it slows down. Her blood stains the ceramic basin food-coloring red.

Mulder hovers at her shoulder, so charged with anxious energy she can almost hear him worrying. She’s his little watched pot; it’s like he thinks if he stays close, she can never boil over.

“Mulder, I’m in here to take care of you,” Scully sighs, and even though she doesn’t mean it as anything close to a joke, she finds it suddenly funny. What a pair. She laughs a weak, wet laugh and wipes a tear from her eye.

He chuckles. “We can take turns.”

Without looking up at him, she orders, “Sit down, Mulder.”

He sits on the closed toilet, nervous hands clasped between his spread-wide knees.

After a while her nose stops bleeding. Scully accepts one wad of toilet paper from Mulder to wipe down the sink and a few squares to bunch in her hand, just in case. As she’s washing up she notices the way her palm, the one she held up to him earlier, is smudged at its center with dried blood. She thinks of Stevenson’s Black Spot, of Shirley Jackson’s, and wonders if Mulder is getting the picture yet: Dana Scully, marked for death.

What she does not think of is the stigmata. She hasn’t had much time lately for resurrection.

She sits back down on the floor, this time taking the towel at Mulder’s feet, and leans against the wall—looking up at him now, as usual. The right half of his face glows night-light pink; the left is dark. She stares into the chiaroscuro contours of his silhouette and knows that for better or for worse he’ll get the last of her. He can’t die when she does; he can’t. She fiddles with the toilet paper in her hand.

“You know I don’t blame you for this,” she says quietly. Her mouth tastes like iron. “You’re disrespecting me if you blame yourself.”

Mulder shakes his head. “Scully, you’ve given me four years of your life.” His voice catches on something he doesn’t say. “After everything you’ve done for me, for Samantha—you deserve the truth as much as I do.”

No. He did this in her name? “Mulder.”

He leans forward, elbows on his knees. “You should know her, Scully. You should’ve known her.”

She, leaning forward too, clasps her hands too hard around his palms. “I know you,” she says fiercely.

Mulder, at a loss, shuts his eyes and sobs without tears. His chin drops toward his chest, shoulders heaving.

Scully shifts on the towel so she’s on her knees, pushing herself up to meet him. She puts a finger underneath his chin and guides his face up to look into hers. His eyes are dry when he opens them, but his breathing is ragged.

This desperate, passionate thing between them scares her. She swallows the bitter taste on her tongue.

“Hey, look at me,” she urges. “Just breathe, okay?”

He breathes. She cups his cheek.

“I do not accept answers like that,” she insists. This, too, is an order. He nods, dazed.

She sees him kneeling before sun-faded photos of a smiling little sister and two cold New England parents. He was raised to be sacrificed to a cause and he’s been trying ever since.

Thunder rolls in the distance. Scully puts her hands on Mulder’s knees. Her head throbs.

“Tell me something about Samantha I don’t know,” she says. She sits back on her heels.

Mulder pauses and takes another uneven breath. He smiles gingerly. “She loved doing cartwheels,” he says. “She was always crashing into the couch when it was too cold for her to do them outside. There just wasn’t room. She always thought this time there would be enough room.” His eyes start to well up.

“After Sam broke her collarbone she couldn’t do cartwheels for months, so she taught me how to do them out in the yard. She was like a drill sergeant." He laughs through his nose. "It was fall, and she made me clear the leaves like a runway.”

He’s crying now. Mulder runs a hand over his mouth and sits back. He looks at Scully, ruined.

“Do you think he’s her father too?”

#txf #msr #my fic #demons #cancer arc #catarinquar #thanks for the prompt!!#finally putting my lifetime of nosebleed experience to use

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ghostburs-blue · 4 years

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Not So Fast, Lover Boy

Summary: y/n has a... mishap to say the least and Spencer + Derek have a lil competition going ngl

Warnings; I don’t believe there are any? Mostly fluff with a dash of angst and regret, just how I like it

Word Count: 4.61k

Part One

When you arrived at university, you had not expected to be roommates with a guy. Yet, here you were, standing in the doorway of room 402 facing the back of a very shirtless male. You stood there for a few seconds in shock, watching him pull down a grey sweater over his bare back. You, quickly realizing it was creepy, cleared your throat loudly, setting your bags down.

“What the fuck?” You exclaimed. The guy whipped around, face red and flustered.

“I- Uh- What are you doing in my room?” He managed to squeak out. Stepping closer to him and shutting the door behind her, Eden took a closer look at him.

Without a doubt, he was attractive. His messy brown hair looked soft, accompanied by a pair of chocolate-colored eyes that were filled with something she couldn’t identify. His fashion sense was odd, to say the least, but the sweater vest and dress pants combo seemed to work for him.

You snorted. “What are you doing in my room?” You exclaimed, confusion showing on your face.

The boy frowned, holding up a sheet of paper with some writing on it.

“Um- uh room 402? Everything’s right here,” He claimed.

Stepping closer, you took it from his hand. Your eyes quickly skimmed over the piece of paper, and you groaned. You handed it back, grabbing your phone.

Glancing at the time, it read 9:50 pm.

Grumbling, you quickly slipped your shoes back on, opening the door. The front desk at the dorm closes at 10. You were about halfway down the hallway when you heard the boy’s voice again.

“Where are you going?” He called. You turned to see his head sticking out of the doorway.

Walking backward, you responded, “I’m trying to get this fixed!” You turned and ran.

Huffing, the desk finally came into view. However, there was no one behind it. Glancing at the clock on the wall, you frowned as it read 9:55. They must have closed early today.

“Ugh!” You swore quietly, running your fingers through your hair in frustration. You turned to head back to the stairs when you noticed someone leaning against the wall in front of you, arms crossed.

He had a playful look in his eyes as he watched you pace back and forth.

With an almost bashful grin, you waved at him. “Hi!” you took a few steps closer.

Imitating your actions, he waved back. “Hi to you too,” he laughed, making your heart flutter. He glanced at a watch on his wrist. “So what are you doing at 10 pm at the help desk?” He asked, still smiling.

“Uh, there was a roommate mixup. I, how do I say this, got paired with a guy?” Your voice turned up near the end of the sentence, giving away your nervousness. “I was trying to figure it out as soon as possible but,” you gestured lamely to the empty desk, “It didn’t exactly… work out,” she finished.

The guy grimaced. “That sounds rough, I’m sorry,” he offered with a sympathetic look. Offering his hand, he said, “I’m Derek.”

You smiled and took it. “I’m y/n,” you responded, and Derek smiled back at you.

“Well y/n, it’s getting late and I should be heading back to my room. See you around?” He called over his shoulder as he started walking away.

“See you around,” you confirmed, turning to the elevator to head back.

By the time you got to your dorm, the mystery man was sitting on his bed. He looked up as you walked in, but you shook your head.

“No luck, they were closed,” you said solemnly.

“We could always try to make the most of it,” he stated, though it seemed like he was just trying to convince himself.

“We may as well,” you gave a little laugh and stuck out your hand. “I’m y/n.”

“I- uh, handshakes actually can carry a lot of germs and pathogens, it’s safer to kiss instead,” he stammered awkwardly. You gave a weirded out grin. “But, it’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

“If you insist, Spencer Reid,” you moved closer to him and planted a small kiss on his cheek before he could react.

Turning, you grabbed some pajamas and headed to the bathrooms to shower and get ready for bed. “I don’t know if you’ll be asleep when I get back, so goodnight just in case,” you murmured softly, shutting the door behind you. Spencer stared at the space you once were.

What is happening to me? he thought, confused. He shook his head, laying back on his bed with an arm draped over his eyes.

Some amount of time later, you walked back into the room, yawning a bit. It was 10:30 and you were exhausted from the day’s activities. You had been traveling all day to get to your college campus, and it was draining.

You smiled as you caught sight of Spencer asleep on the bed. He looked so peaceful like this, no stress or worry evident on his face. You noticed his phone next to him, so you quietly grabbed it and plugged it into the charger by his bed.

You did the same to your own phone, then carefully clambered under your sheets. You were asleep before your head hit the pillow.

The next morning, you woke up to an empty room. A flicker of sadness passed through your chest as you gazed at the unoccupied bed on the other side of the dorm. Shaking your head, you grabbed your phone and saw that it was 8:45. You headed to the bathroom to get ready for the day, limbs heavy.

Walking back to your room, you grabbed your makeup bag and a little desk mirror, placing it on the bed. Sitting down, you laid out your products and started applying them.

As you were finishing up with a little bit of mascara on your eyes, the door creaked open. You looked up, seeing Spencer walk inside and close the door behind him.

“Hey Spence,” you smiled at him. He smiled back.

“Hi y/n.” He walked over to his bed and took a seat. “I uh, I went to breakfast,” he gave an awkward smile and nodded.

You laughed. “I still have to go, just putting on some makeup before then, I guess,” you said, gesturing towards the products strewn about the bed. You turned back to the mirror, adding some gentle contour under your cheekbones.

“You know, you don’t need any of it,” Spencer mutters under his breath. You turn, confused.

“Did you say something?” You ask.

“I- I said you don’t need any of it. You’re pretty without it,” He says, a little more confident in his words. “Uh, the makeup industry is worth $532 billion and growing. Did you know that in the 18th century, a tan was considered a flaw?” He rambled, while you listened with rapt attention.

You chuckled. “Is this supposed to make me want to not put on makeup? Because I can assure you,” you paused, turning to give a small smile, “I’m not doing it for anyone besides myself.”

With that, you finished the rest of your routine, Spencer watching from the comfort of his own bed.

You broke the comfortable silence after a few minutes. “I’m going to go check with the dorm after breakfast. Maybe we’ll have some luck this time.” You packed all your makeup and stood up, grabbing your phone and making your way to the door.

You turned back as you stepped out into the hallway. “I’ll be back in an hour or two,” you said, shutting the door behind you.

Heading to the dining hall, you entered the large building with a deep breath. You knew practically nobody here yet and were a little scared of the sheer amount of people.

Grabbing a bowl, you helped yourself to some yogurt with fresh fruit and granola, and a glass of orange juice. You awkwardly stood by the food bar, scanning the room for an empty table to sit at.

“Hey,” a voice sounded next to you, making you jump and turn around quickly.

“Derek! You scared me,” you laughed, your hand resting on your chest. “What can I do for you?” You questioned.

He shrugged. “I noticed you seemed a little lost. Come sit with us,” he pointed to a table where his (seemingly) friends sat, watching the interaction carefully. You smiled.

“Yeah, why not?” You responded, heading over to him. You take a seat at the table, curiously looking around.

A girl at the table smiled at you. “I’m Belle,” she stuck her hand out. You took it, offering a grin.

“I’m y/n,” you responded. One by one, they all introduced themselves to you. The guys all seemed to be frat boys, yet obviously kind enough to accept you. The two other girls were beautiful, equally as nice. There was Blake, Max, Sam, Alexa, Belle and Julie. It was obvious they were more than well known at the university. To be honest, you felt a little intimidated. Alexa seemed to notice, leaning over to whisper in your ear.

“The guys aren’t as stupid as they look, I promise,” she says under her breath, causing you to laugh quietly.

“You sure about that? Blake seems to be a little confused about how to use his spoon,” you responded back, teasing.

From that moment on, it was like all of you had been friends for years. You got everybody’s numbers, were added to their group chats, everything. It made you smile, feeling included.

After breakfast, Derek walked you back to your guys’ dorms. You both got along well, and you could feel a great friendship coming along. You two had grown closer over the course of the walk, hands brushing. As you stepped into the dorm, he walked with you to the front desk.

“I’m going to, uh, see if I could change anything about my… the situation,” you stammered. He smiled.

“I’ll go with you. It’s okay,” he cut you off when you started to protest. You nodded, then made your way over.

“Hi Miss,” you started. The woman sitting there looked up at you. She looked young, no older than 25. She had blonde hair and a… unique fashion sense.

“Hi sweets, what can I help you with today?” She gave you a kind smile.

“I moved in yesterday and um, my roommate isn’t who it should be?” Your voice turned up slightly at the end of the sentence.

The nice lady gave you a confused look. “What do you mean honey?” She asked.

“I was paired with a boy, not a girl,” you let out with a breath. “I need a new roommate, or at least a new room.”

“Let’s see what I can get you, love!” She responded sweetly. She started typing, fingers moving rapidly across her keyboard. She frowned. “I’m so sorry, but all the rooms are full. Unless you have an adequate reason against it or he does anything to you, I can’t do anything honey, I’m sorry,” she finishes, a pitiful look in her eyes.

You offered a sad smile and shook your head. “It’s okay,” your eye drifted to the nametag she had on her patterned shirt, “Penelope. Have a good day!”

You turned to Derek as you both walked away. He grabbed your hand.

“Are you sure you’re good living with a guy?” He asked, concerned.

You laughed. “I’ll be okay. I’m a big girl,” you grinned up at him.

“I’ll walk you up,” he insisted, pushing the button of the elevator. Giving him a disapproving look, you let him take you up to your floor regardless.

Your laughter could be heard echoing down the hall, even in your room at the end of it. Little did you know, Spencer heard it too.

You slid the keycard into your door, pushing it open slightly and standing in the doorway. You smiled up at Derek, throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him.

Spencer couldn’t help but notice how his hands lingered on your waist, almost unwilling to let go until you pulled away. After a second, you stepped inside and close the door. The smile stayed on your face as you padded to your bed and sat down.

You turned to Spencer, your grin fading a little bit. “There are no other rooms open,” you sighed, shaking your head a little.

He tried to ignore the slight butterflies in his stomach. “I- do you have a problem with it?” He asked, stuttering slightly.

You shrugged. “I mean, not really,” you responded, before winking. “Just don’t try to kill me.”

He nodded, smiling. “So, what’s up between you and Derek?” Spencer asked, gesturing towards the door.

You laughed. “Nothing’s going on. He’s just a friend who,” you paused slightly, “helped me out a little.” Your eyebrows furrowed. “How do you know Derek’s name?”

It was Spencer’s turn to shrug. “How can you not? It’s Derek Morgan. Everyone knows him.”

Your lips parted into an “o” shape, understanding what he meant. “So, what year are you in?” You asked, trying to start a conversation.

“I’m a sophomore,” he replied, his tone cold. He didn’t say anything else, which prompted you to speak as well.

“Oh, I’m a sophomore too!” You smiled at him.

“Why are you here?” He asked, sounding almost hostile this time. “Why weren’t you here freshman year?”

Your smile dropped. “I transferred here from another college. I don’t really know anyone else,” you replied.

Spencer gave you a brief nod.

The tension between you two was palpable. You decided not to ask about it and hoped it might be gone by tomorrow.

You couldn’t quite meet his eyes as you gave a small smile that you hoped didn’t look like a grimace.

After a few more awkward moments of silence, you stood up. “I’m heading to the library,” you announced, grabbing a textbook and your laptop.

“Have fun,” his voice sounded softer this time. You headed out the door without turning back.

You reached the library, quickly spotting Alexa sitting at a table. You walked over, smiling at her before placing your materials down and pulling out a chair.

Alexa grinned back, and you two started a conversation about a mutual class of yours. Before you knew it, it was almost evening and you two had gotten the majority of your homework and studying done.

You weren’t exactly jumping at the idea of heading back to the dorm to sit in strained silence until one of you either fell asleep or left. So, you agreed to dinner at the closest fast food restaurant together.

As you climbed into her car, she let out a squeal. You turned to her, confused.

“Let’s invite the others!” She exclaimed, and you nodded and grinned.

What was supposed to be a small study session turned into the 8 of you crammed into a small booth at a random burger place. You all laughed and joked around, forgetting about the stress of college assignments and adult life.

Somehow, you had wound up pressed into Derek’s side. You let your body relax against his, letting out a quiet squeak when his arm snuck around your shoulders. You looked up at him to see a glimmer of laughter in his eye, causing you to laugh and slap his chest gently.

Neither of you noticed the table fall silent, your friends pulling out their phones to capture the sweet scene.

Derek leaned forward and whispered something in your ear. You smiled at him, tilting your torso slightly to hug his firm body.

After the moment passed, Max suggested driving around town for a while, just to hang out. Sounds of approval echoed around the table, and one by one you all clambered into Alexa’s much too small car.

After about 20 minutes of driving, Belle spotted a small field on the outskirts of town.

Less than five minutes later, all 8 of you lay sprawled out on the cool grass, gazing at the stars above you.

Your head was resting on Morgan’s stomach, legs tangled with Sam’s. Every once in a while, you would reach up and point out a constellation you noticed. You had always wanted to be an astrologer, and learned everything you could about space and the stars for as long as you could remember.

At one point, you managed to roll off of Derek so that your head lay in the crook of his arm. Glancing at him, you frowned as you noticed that he was already looking at you.

“What?” you murmured quietly, so as to not disturb the others’ conversations. When he didn’t respond, you nudged him slightly.

“You look really cute,” he whispered, and you swore you could see the whole galaxy reflected in his eyes.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” you replied under your breath. His laugh tickled your nose and it took all the self control in the world to not kiss him right then and there.

After a while longer of dozing off beneath the stars, somebody suggested that everyone go back home to sleep for the night. Most of you had classes tomorrow anyways.

You grumbled as your human pillow stood up, causing your head to drop onto the cold earth. You glared at Derek from your position on the ground as he stood over you, grinning.

You took his outstretched hand and pulled yourself up, dusting off your worn out jeans and shaking the grass out of your hair.

Looking up, you noticed that the rest of your group was already close to the car, causing you to shout a loud “WAIT UP!” towards them as they laughed at you struggling to catch up to them.

You and Morgan were dropped off last at your dorm building, stumbling slightly and giggling as you reached the glass doors.

You frowned at the entrance, tugging on the doors. But, they wouldn’t budge.

Eyes widening, you turned to Derek.

“Derek, what time is it?” You whispered.

“Midnight, why?” He responded, confused. You let out a groan, slumping against him.

“You need your room pass to get in after 11:00 pm,” you sighed. “I don’t suppose you have yours?” You looked at him hopefully.

He shook his head. “No, I assumed we wouldn’t be out long,” he frowned.

You nodded. “Same,” you pouted. Then, your eyes lit up. “I can call Spencer!”

Derek frowned. “Spencer? As in, your roommate?” He asked, confused.

You grinned. “Yeah! He can open the door for us from the inside!” You laughed excitedly. He smiled, chuckling at your antics.

“Okay babygirl, I’m getting cold out here so hurry up!” He replied jokingly. Your breath caught at the use of the pet name, smile faltering slightly before you managed to replace it again.

Unconsciously, you stepped back against Morgan’s body. His arms instantly wrapped around your front, and he looked down on you adoringly. You blew him a cheeky kiss, pulling out your phone and bringing up Spencer’s contact.

You nervously chewed your lip as the phone rang next to your ear.

After a few seconds, a familiar voice asked, “Hello?” quietly. You lightly tapped Derek, letting him know Spencer picked up.

“Hey Spence!” You said into the phone, happy that he responded.

“Y/n?” He asked, seemingly confused.

You gave a small laugh. “Yeah… so I’m kind of locked outside right now?” You told him, voice turning up slightly at the end. After a gentle prompt from Spencer, you replied, “I didn’t think I would be out for so long, and the building closes at 11. I didn’t bring my room key, and neither did Derek,” you frowned.

Spencer was silent for so long you were starting to think he hung up on you. Just as you opened your mouth to question if he was still there, he let out a gruff, “I’m coming.”

You frowned as you flicked your phone off; why did he get so rude all of a sudden?

You pressed harder into Morgan’s firm body, and he pulled his arms tighter around you. You closed your eyes as a small smile danced onto your lips. You had to admit, it felt nice.

Not even a minute later, the door in front of you was abruptly pushed open. You and Derek stumbled apart, your heart already yearning for the comfortable warmth of his touch again.

Spencer stood in front of you, a small frown etched onto his features. “Are you coming inside or not?” He asked, tone cold and distant. You nodded slowly, grabbing Derek’s hand and pulling him in behind you.

You awkwardly walked to the elevator with the two of them. Turning to Morgan, you raised a lame hand and waved as he walked to his room.

The whole way back to your room it was dead silent. Finally, 10 minutes into it, you couldn’t bear the tense atmosphere anymore.

You walked over to Spencer’s bed, sitting down next to him and gently placing a hand on his thigh.

“What did I do wrong?” You whispered quietly. He turned to you, face pulled into some emotion you couldn’t recognize.

“You- you didn’t do anything wrong,” he replied, voice strained. You frowned.

“Then why are you acting like this? I’ve tried so hard to be nice to you but it’s- it’s just not working!” You exclaim, exasperated.

Spencer’s eyes soften as he gazes at your face. “I’m sorry, it’s all on me,” he murmurs, his hand tentatively settling on top of the one on his thigh. You looked up at him, seeing the sincerity etched into his skin.

Your hand rose slowly, cupping his cheek and running your fingers over the sharp bone.

“It’s okay,” you replied under your breath, a soft smile making its way onto your features. You gently lay your head on his shoulder, smiling to yourself.

And that was how you two spent the rest of the night, cuddling and talking. At one point, you fell asleep against Reid’s body. He gently lay you down on his bed, climbing in next to you.

Hesitantly, he looped his arms around your waist and placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. You reacted in your sleep, mewling slightly and pushing back onto him. Spencer let out a small laugh, tucking your head under his chin before he drifted off as well.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you registered was the unfamiliar warmth next to you. Turning slightly, you caught a glimpse of Spencer’s face pressed into your back, arms holding you tight against him.

You sit up gently, trying hard not to wake him up. However, your plan failed, Reid groaning as his eyes adjusted to the light of the room. You swore quietly, smiling at him.

“Good morning sleepyhead,” you whispered, and Reid could swear he felt his heart flutter in his rib cage.

“Goodmorning y/n,” he murmured, voice still raspy from sleep. You giggled, the sound reverberating throughout the otherwise quiet room. He grinned, but didn’t shift from his position on the bed. You frowned, nudging him slightly.

“Spence,” you whined. “I can’t get up without having to climb over you,” you complained.

As a response, he simply raised his middle finger in the air towards you. You gasped and slapped his back, full on laughing now.

“You dick!” You swore, though your tone was laced with amusement. He reached up and tickled your sides, causing you to squirm and collapse onto him.

Your breath hitched as you realized how close you were to Spencer. You willed your heart to slow down, scared that he would feel it trying to break through your.

Spencer cleared his throat, breaking your trance. His cheeks were flushed red, eyes darting around the room and refusing to land on you.

You slowly rolled off onto the floor, staying there until Spencer peeked his head over the edge of the bed, laughing at you.

You slowly pushed yourself off the ground, legs feeling like jelly. You grabbed his hand, pulling him off the bed too. He grabbed both your hands to steady himself, a little wobbly.

You both looked up at each other, hearts stuttering as you gazed into each other’s eyes.

“Your eyes are really pretty,” Reid murmured. You offered a small smile. As if by magic, you two leaned closer and closer until you could feel his hot breath fanning your lips.

A knock on the door caused you both to scramble apart, each of you taking a moment to catch your breath.

You sat on his bed, watching as Spencer walked forward, not bothering to look through the peephole before pulling the door open. You noticed his body language change the moment he caught sight of the person on the other side of it.

His arms crossed and he fell back into a protective stance. From where you were sitting, you saw Spencer’s jaw tighten, but still couldn’t see who was at the door. At least, you couldn’t until he stepped back.

Derek stood in the doorway, face brightening when he noticed you. You got up, confused.

“Derek? What are you doing here?” You asked, smiling wide. You quickly crossed the room and reached him, throwing your hands around his neck and hugging him.

You knew that Spencer had moved away from you, keeping a wide berth between him and Derek. However, you ignored it, still focused on Derek.

“Babygirl!” He exclaimed, grinning at you.

You laughed, responding with a small, “Hi, Morgan.”His eyes suddenly grew wide and he shifted away from you slightly.

Clearing his throat, he muttered, “I was uh- I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakfast with me?”

You strained to hear his words, and asked him to speak louder.

A little more confident, he straightened up. “I was wondering if you wanted to get some breakfast with me,” he repeated, then pauses. “Like… on a date.”

You should be happy. You should be jumping for joy, like any other girl would be if she was asked out by Derek Morgan. But all you could think of was the man standing behind you, watching the situation unfold.

But, when do you ever make the right decision?

You find yourself nodding, barely registering your mouth moving to say yes. Your attention focused back on Derek waiting in front of you, and you shook your head.

“I- Let me grab my jacket before we go,” you reply, already turning around to head inside your room.

It took every ounce of your self resolve to keep yourself from looking at Spencer. One look into those beautiful hazel eyes and you knew you would crumble.

The moment you walked away with Derek you knew you had made the wrong decision. You wanted to scream, shout, curse the heavens for putting you in this situation.

As if you were in the passenger seat of your own life, you watch in horror as you climb into the car with Morgan. You laugh at his jokes, smile when he reaches over the console to grab your hand. You nod when he asks if pancakes were okay to order for the both of you at the local diner, fully knowing that you despised the sweet treat.

Your body might be in a tiny booth, eating pancakes on an alarmingly sticky table, but your heart lay next to a certain curly-haired boy, beating himself up for ever even thinking he had a chance with you.

God. What did you get yourself into?

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The Last of the American Girls (Chapter 1)

Hello! I’m not sure if I’m gonna keep posting fics on tumblr, but I figured I’d give it a try. I guess let me know if you like this fic and I’ll be more likely to keep going. Anyways, it’s going to be kind of a songfic using The Last of the American Girls by Green Day. The first chapter is set up and beyond that, they’ll be memories. WARNINGS: angst, vague references to doing the nasty.

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“Well, she’s the last of the American Girls.”

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In the grand scheme of things, there wasn’t much that Daryl Dixon needed to survive. While some of his companions in the apocalypse yearned for a warm bath or a movie to watch, Daryl was used to living rough and tumble. He knew how to hunt, how to turn animal meat into an edible meal, and how to fend for himself. After all, the world had only just decided it didn’t want the rest of humanity there, but it had despised him since the day he was born.

However, he had to admit he was thrilled when he found out that the Greene’s farmhouse had electricity. It gave him one last opportunity to use the last item he had held onto from the past, to experience the only thing that had mattered to him before the world went to hell.

It took some uncomfortable explaining to one of Hershel’s daughters- the older one who had taken a shine to Glenn- to get him in the door and into the guest room. She left him for a moment with a curious expression, quickly returning with the only item he had asked for.

Daryl took the iPod charger and thanked her quietly, refusing to make eye contact. It didn’t take long for the woman to take her leave.

The younger Dixon could almost hear his older brother’s mocking, despite their estrangement. It didn’t matter where in the world Merle Dixon was, he always got himself the last word when it came to his brother’s choices. And, as Daryl could imagine, he would be getting mocked endlessly for what he was about to do. However, with little else to do as the small black device charged, all he could do was listen to the disappointed guffaws of his elder brother.

“Christ Almighty, Darylina. Not even the end of the fucking world could force you to grow a pair. Sittin’ around in some saintly man’s house, waiting on a useless brick of metal. And for what? All over some bitch that’s dead and gone.”

Daryl almost winced at the imagined scrutiny, his brother’s words cutting worse than when he had thought the things himself. This was remarkably stupid, even by his standards. There was nothing left for him in this. Everything on the little device covered in various, cartoon stickers charging in front of him was based purely on memory, on emotion. Even on a good day, Daryl found the routine, the desire to look through the iPod ridiculous. And he couldn’t help but assume that there weren’t going to be many good days left.

The world seemed to halt when the screen came to life, the usual playlist displayed in dark mode taking over for the first time in months.

His mind, as it always did, clouded at the sight of his name at the top of the track list. Dixon. He could almost hear her voice, the lilt that snuck into her tone every time she greeted him from behind the bar. He thought he had moved past this, that the end of the world had washed away what had come before. That he would be done with the emotional strain that the world had placed on his shoulders from a young age. The good, the bad, and the ugly, all rinsed away for the simple chaos that the walkers left in their wake. But now, sat in front of this stupid fucking box like a teenager looking at a love note, he knew that would never be the case.

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She had been on her tiptoes, cursing as she stretched over the counter to wipe down a spilled drink when he had entered the dimly lit dive bar. It was a chilly evening in Atlanta, but the woman still wore a simple black tank top and grey jean shorts that hardly came halfway down her thighs. Her long, dark brown hair was pulled up in a high ponytail, clearly for practicality as opposed to preference, keeping it off of her face and neck as she worked. This, however, only served to draw attention to the work of art that adorned her body, a tattoo consisting of barbed wire wrapped around her neck that slithered down over the rest of her body, ending somewhere below her ankles. She didn’t seem too imposing, but her presence seemed to demand respect from those around her. In shitholes like this, men could hardly keep their drunken mouths shut around women, saying filthy things and copping feels. But the place was in order. People kept themselves in check and a single glare from her created a silence far more imposing than anything Daryl had ever seen.

He had come in looking for an alibi, an excuse to keep himself out of Merle’s illicit activities for the evening and a dose of plausible deniability should the Atlanta PD come knocking. Instead, he had found something else. Usually, he couldn’t give two fucks about what someone thought about him. But her? He wanted her to notice him…

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Doors opening and closing on the floor below him brought him back to the present, the memory’s clarity fading almost as quickly as it came. The first time he had been able to see her in his mind’s eye in a long time. It had been a year since he had seen her, since he had left the city with his brother like the idiot he was. She had offered him a place in the world, a life of his own, and he had turned it down for Merle fucking Dixon. There wasn’t a day that he wondered if the choice was worth it… But since Merle had fled that rooftop in Atlanta, he knew that he had thrown in with the wrong person.

Everyone he cared for always left him. But not her. She had asked him to stay.

And he had left her in return.

Fucking. Moron.

A parting gift, in the form of her treasured iPod containing a playlist for him, was all he had left of her. He had no doubt in his mind that she was long gone, either fleeing from the dead or part of the dead herself. After all, happy endings and good fortune were never in the cards for any of the Dixons, least of all Daryl.

With unsteady hands, Daryl plugged in the pair of earbuds she had sent along, pushing one into his ear in order to keep himself sharp enough to respond to any possible threats. It was second nature, it always had been. As he stared at the unmoving screen before him, he asked himself whether he deserved this. The memory of Gloria alone overwhelmed him with a sense of bliss, one he wasn’t sure he deserved. It all came back in short bursts. The good, the bad, and the ugly of one of the best people he’d met in his entire life.

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“Oh, eat shit, Dixon!” she cried, laughing through her words as she curled up in the passenger seat of his pick-up truck. “I was NOT that drunk!”

“Ya tripped over the curb, then curled up on the sidewalk screamin’ ‘bout how ya were sure to die any minute. I had t’ carry ya home and put a frozen bag of blueberries on ya elbow.”

“I was just… very concerned about gettin’ a bruise.” she defended adamantly.

“You didn’t even hit that elbow, Glory.”

“Like I said, eat shit!” Her smile was practically contagious.

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“You’re such a fuckin’ prick, Dixon!” she screamed, stalking up the stairs of the empty bar towards her apartment above. “I can’t fuckin’ believe it!”

“Glory, I’ve got no goddamn clue what you are talkin’ about!”

“So I’m just not good enough for a little fuckin’ honesty, that it?!” she demanded, stopping short at the door and turning to face him. Daryl could see the tears hidden behind the rage, but knew that they wouldn’t fall, not in front of him. “Am I jus’ not worth the fuckin’ time?! If you don’ wanna take this anywhere, that’s fuckin’ fine! But don’ lead me on like I’m some idiot.”

“I-... I don’t wanna…-”

“But you are, asshole! I have been jerked around enough damn times to know what it looks like. And to think I thought you gave a fuck.”

“I do! I jus’ ain’t ever done this before!!”

She quieted down almost immediately, her demeanor eerily timid in comparison to her typical fire.

“You-You’ve never… never what? Like… any of it…?”

“No! I haven’t!” Daryl was still pissed, but he couldn’t quite tell if it was at her or himself.

“Oh fuck…. I am… Jesus, I’m so sorry, I’m such a bitch.” she murmured, burying her face in her hands. “Christ, I’m sorry.” she turned around to unlock her door, fumbling with the keys as Daryl fumed. As she opened the door with a creak of rusty hinges, she turned to face him. “You deserve a better first, Dixon. Don’t waste it on me, okay?” the words were filled with kindness, with a sort of compassion he rarely saw from her.

As the door shut, he understood one fact more clearly than he had ever understood about the retreating woman. He was stupidly in love with her.

xxx

Her scars were so different from his. While his were big, ragged gashes, hers were small, smooth indentations in otherwise perfect skin. But, like his, they were everywhere.

He discovered each and every one, his calloused hands tracing ever so lightly over her skin. She leaned up to do the same with her lips, letting them ghost over his neck as he held back a satisfied groan at her efforts. It didn’t take long for him to reach his destination, his nimble fingers pulling melodies from her lips that he was so sure proved the existence of a god. Only the divine could create something so heavenly.

Once she had her fill, he took what he so desperately needed, murmuring praises the entire way. Her nails dug into his arms as she clung to him, begging for more, to be closer to him. To say that having this unwavering force of a woman beneath him crying out in ecstasy was anything short of magical would have been a goddamn crime.

For the first time in his entire life, Daryl Dixon found peace in baring himself to another person, falling soundly asleep with Gloria tangled in a gentle embrace.

xxx

Daryl Dixon refocused his gaze on the screen in front of him and pressed play.

#the walking dead #twd #twd fanfiction #the walking dead daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl dixon/oc #daryl dixon x oc #oc #songfic #last of the american girls #green day #fanfiction #mercdoesfanfic

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tosikoarts · 4 years

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SFW Alphabet | Mail Jeevas

Let me know if you want alphabet for Near as well. You can check tosikowrites tag for more! Warning: there’s a lot under the cut.

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

For Matt, being affectionate is as natural as breathing. You can’t call him over-the-top, his love is immature like he just got first teenage crush, and therefore it is difficult to predict his thoughts. In the beginning, awkwardness can slip through accidental hands touch or misplaced kisses. He giggles a lot to cover insecurities and it kinda works.

At the same time he tends to hesitate when things are about to get intimate. New experiences overwhelm him. If relationship seems to develop too quickly, Matt will subtly slow them down without making a fuss.

Won’t ever let his loved one go to bed in tears. It cuts him deeply as a friend and a partner to see his favorite person suffering. Of course, Matt lacks a bachelor degree in psychology, but he knows how to use active listening skills: he actually gives them space to speak their mind, makes pauses when necessary, and asks questions to hear the answers and not to simply imitate a concern.

One of the ways to show affection is to introduce loved one to his friends. We are talking not about a casual “this is name1, this is name2” but a special bond establishing, where everybody is treated with the same respect, trust, each person plays a specific role. Matt basically builds small “family” of closest people, ride-or-die gang from photos on which you see comments like “I wish I had friends like that”.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Matt is the type of friend you never knew you needed in your life. It is easy to overlook his quiet persona so you the only way you can meet him is through mutual friends during DnD session, night out in the arcade, etc.

He speaks the language of memes and irony and ironic memes, which he will send the second he sees something you would be interested in. Sharing is caring, so Matt will introduce you to anything he finds even a little bit entertaining. Friendship with this guy involves a lot of inside jokes that are completely incomprehensible to unenlightened people around.

Chill aura follows Matt everywhere he goes and you will experience its miraculous effects as well. Problems do not exist in his plan of reality, any extreme negative emotions do not either. It may be strange at first but later you crave his presence and stability that comes with it. In short, wholesome person in a grungy shell.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

The miserable situation in which person is truly snuggble (is it even a word?) but has to be in specific mood for it. Matt turns into panda, wrapping his limbs around the partner’s body, today but keeps it modest with only his head lying on their lap next day. He has a bad habit of nestling to the loved one after smoking weed so a sickly sweet smell imprints on their clothes, hair, and whatever he touches.

Without ongoing conversation, Matt starts dozing in a few minutes. His embrace turns into a bear trap, and poor soul, who was (un)lucky enough to get caught, has low chances to escape.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I mean, mentally he is already settled down with his console and Mello? Yes, that sound like him, there’s a good chance Matt would want to have nice comfy life with the loved one. He can’t cook for shit and is an incorrigible slob but, boi, he will try to make their home the coziest nest out here. He will try really hard to be better cook and keep house clean when domesticity hits him.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Matt is a mess. His heart drops when a thought of break-up arises in the mind. He even starts to think that ghosting isn’t that cruel and there’s nothing craven in breaking-up through message. This would deprive him from the sight of them crying at least. After much hesitation, Matt will meet with them close to their house to explain what was on his mind lately. Despite how it goes, he’s filled with unpleasant feeling of betrayal.

A week later Matt will try to get in touch just to see how they’re doing. Are they okay? Are they mad at him? Do they want to talk? What if they want to stay friends? Because Matt wants to stay friends, he planned to stay close to them after breaking-up. Even if some things do not work out, Matt still wants to support them and share all the best in their life.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Seems to look for someone like a best friend to marry and won’t plan anything before he’s fully convinced in a person’s fit. It takes, maybe, two or three years for him to start thinking about proposing, though Matt doesn’t make a big of a deal of this event. His approach is very unpretentious: no restaurant date with small red box, no witnesses with cameras and whatsoever, Matt fondly asks a question while cuddling or eating ice cream out of bucket in silly pajamas. A smile never leaves his lips after they say “yes”. He probably cries on the wedding day too.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Matt is pretty inconsistent when it comes to gentleness. His laid-back nature doesn’t negate his soft side but doesn’t add up to it either, giving his behavior a touch of indifference. His comprehension of physical aspect is better than emotional because it doesn’t have such blurry undertones and can be controlled more precisely. Therefore Matt needs a bit of time to find the correct love language for a new partner and give them clear answer which one works the best for him.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Surprisingly, not so fond of hugs? He won’t ever reject them but it seems like he tries to keep small distance at the same time. You may have experienced it, defective hug when a person does not hug you in full force but also doesn’t let go. In this case, you don’t really understand the reason since person hugged you, right, they must like you to do it but ehhh. Matt takes initiative half of the times, but remember about the quality of dollar store kush.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says “I love you” every so often. For Matt It’s a phase used not only in romantic way but also as an expression of appreciation for your friends and family. In the beginning Matt will also say “I love you” (like he does to Mello) to make person acknowledge how much they mean to him but later its meaning shifts to more serious one and is accompanied with long tirade about his feelings. So yeah, as fast as they become good friends which may take month or two.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

On a scale of jealousy Matt scores lower than average and it takes a lot of time for him to realize someone is seriously hitting on his loved one even if another person acts pretty straightforward. After realizing what’s going on Matt will act needy. He won’t stop following his loved one and holding their hand, placing small pecks on their cheeks and giving his rival dirty look.

If he witnesses his lover acting too flirty, he won’t say a word. Only after they are alone, Matt reluctantly will try to set record straight. Relationship takes two to work, and he won’t force them to stay just for the sake of staying.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

You’ll never get bored with this goofy kisser: he is sloppy, but also gentle and sweet. Well, not that sweet since you can taste the tobacco bitterness on the tip of his tongue 99% of the time. Sometimes, Matt gets so carried away that he will kiss his loved one right in the middle of the sentence. Prefers classical lips kisses and kisses on the forehead for both kissing and being kissed.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Man, Matt can connect to little ones on the spiritual level. He talks to them like they are his equal in every way possible and from the outside it looks adorable. Teenagers need space? Good, here you go! Kids want a piggyback ride? Jump on it, he got you! Baby-toddler screams the lugs out? Mail prepared ear plugs, pacifier, and a collection of toys! Even when they are causing troubles, this guy remains very understanding.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Night work puts both Matt’s laptop and himself into sleeping mode at 5-6 in the morning. If you are the early bird, you have high chance to find him at the dawn, with his heavy head resting on his hands. The best option is to wake him up gently and send him to the bed before those muscles get stone-stiff.

On rare occasions he goes to bed right after you just to have a major sleep-in. Nothing can disturb his sleep, not a blasting cannons, nor a nightmare, since his mind goes off and shuts down like a corrupted program.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Let’s not talk about work days, we already know how it goes. On his free time Matt likes to stay at home and have a quiet evening with his loved one or by himself. After pizza is ordered, he jumps on the couch and lies down for a bit. If his loved one is here as well Matt asks what they want to do. His suggestion would be build a pillow fort and wait inside, chatting about stupid things. Trite, but playing video games is second option on the list. They can play together or take turns, Matt is down for anything and will definitely let them beat him in Mario kart.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Reveals facts about himself slowly, but tends to have deep conversations about things like fears, dreams, emotional experiences, even traumas. Seeing the sincere intentions of a person, he will reciprocate the effort to get to know them better. Also, when Matt is in playful mood he will play that “well, try to guess it” or “well, that’s true… or is it?” card making conversation even easier. He may have few topics like life in orphanage he is not comfortable with so he will politely refuse to talk about them or cover them with jokes.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Tibetan monks called, asked if they can book a private lesson in tranquility for their unexperienced young apprentices. This man is the embodiment of appeasement, he is good-naturedly calm and his peaceful mood easily transfers to this around him. He perceives the anger of others and unpleasant incidents as short-term events that do not deserve much of attention. When someone is mad at him he just smiles lightly, explains himself and, oh god, actually tries to get another person’s point of view.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

While his mind is always occupied with unnecessary stuff, Matt manages to remember about half of what you told him. Most of his knowledge comes from endless online chats, jokes, and memes, common interests, and (who thought!) numbers. He is especially good at remembering anniversaries and it flatters his vanity a lot.

To maintain a never-forgetting-boyfriend reputation Matt keeps in touch with your mutual friends and acquaintances. When he needs to clarify something he’ll reach to the most suitable candidate who will answer the questions but also won’t ruin surprise with their long tongue.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

The night he broke down and cried. Just sent his ps-controller flying across the room and covered his eyes, and tears started to roll down his cheeks. Soothing words of the loved one made him shake even more vigorous because the connection between them never felt so strong. Matt didn’t have to hide anything from them. There was no need to keep on a happy face 24/7. He squeezed them in his arms like there was no tomorrow and never ever forgot this moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Despite the wild life that was supposed to teach Matt to adequately assess the danger of outside world, he remains as laid-back as always. He assures loved one that no matter what happens he will be all right. And they will be all right too. He believes they both can just slip away from any unpleasant situation and there is no reason to be overprotective. Yes, for someone associated with Mafia, Matt feels way too frivolous.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

The exact opposite of Mello. The more time passes, the more confident he grows in his feelings and it shows in the way he expresses it. When it comes to presents Matt chooses hand-made mess over expensive shiny but lifeless gifts. His fingers are glued together and sequins on the nose emphasize bags under the eyes but it doesn’t matter. Nothing matters, actually, because Matt finally wrote their name in cursive just the way he wanted to. For the anniversary there is huge box waiting for them, filled with candies, candles, discs, photos, short notes, and every little bauble he could think of. No doubt he stands right beside the person with puppy eyes, evaluating their reaction.

Dates aren’t big of a deal. He leaves date plans up to them since he doesn’t care what to do while it is with them. If they specifically ask for Matt’s ideas he will think about it for 5-10 minutes and then suggest first thing Google search gives him. Pray to God it’s not a DIY in 5 minutes because he will try it too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Matt has a strong tendency to justify people when they obviously do not deserve it. Maybe this is not entirely conscious, but he ignores red flags until everything falls apart. He doesn’t see a pattern here and how all these people are alike so cycle repeats again and again.

Sometimes you have to worry. Sometimes circumstances oblige you to stop brushing off your problems. That’s not a case with Matt tho. To solve problems with a sober head, cool mind, yes, this is amazing, but the keyword is to s o l v e which he may completely ignore. Being laid-back dude is a talent but it shouldn’t be taken to the point of “if I close my eyes, maybe, it will go away”.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Well, let’s say his style leaves much to be desired. I can see his closet being full of the same type of clothes in approximately similar faded colors. No patterns, no game of textures, it’s just plain. Those goggles with amber-tinted lenses are one of two pairs Matt owns. The other one is similar to famous Kurt Cobain glasses and he keeps them for ironic purpose.

Matt never used any creams even when his skin resembled tree bark. Tobacco smoke can cause dryness of lips so you can expect his being chopped and covered in small cracks.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

You cannot tell it from his face but deep down he is devastated. People notice his silent thoughtfulness, lingering daydreaming. Hours spent in games grow an alarming rate as well as his expenses on cigarettes. A lot of time has to pass by before he goes back to his old self.

If they left for any reason Matt accepts it and tries to remain their friend. He knows there should be a pause in their relationship to establish new boundaries and stop perceive each other as… lovers. But he can’t stay away.

If they died both related and unrelated to Kira case, Matt seems to disengage from everything except helping Mello and videogames. His brain freezes in white noise and repetitive actions keeping him going like a programmed robot. Months later, he promises to get well because this is exactly what they would want for him.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Matt likes to smoke devil lettuce once in a while to clear his head or fog it completely. However, he doesn’t like to drink at all. His organism reacts poorly to alcohol and nausea rises to the throat before he can feel any kaif. Once Matt made a huge mistake (read – decided to get drunk with Mello): it ended up with Mello roaming around the city aimlessly for two days while Matt was almost chained to the bathroom because… well, he didn’t feel very well. In the end of the day they suffered a small loss: Mello lost his golden chain he never really liked and Matt lost the urge to drink forever.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

There is excess of negativity in this world already so if the only thing person is going to do is to complain, he will slowly push them out of his life. Cancelling plans, ignoring massages, hanging up early in the calls and, finally, he will disappear from their life like he was never there.

Boring people. It doesn’t mean person has to be into craziest stuff, you can be interested at knitting and present your hobby as the most interesting thing in the whole universe. Problem arises when person fails to show their passion.

Arrogance makes Matt yawn. It usually comes with qualities such as duplicity, hypocrisy, and he is not buying it. He is simple guy and feels uncomfortable around those who put on a brass face.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

His sleeping hours vary from 45 minutes to 14 hours per day and you never know what tomorrow will bring. It depends on many factors, but mostly on whether he has any work next day and if there are any upcoming games that he was waiting for so patiently.

Matt knows how to sleep anywhere and anyhow, even in standing position with hands crossed. His ability to fall asleep in 0.5 second is something Mello is envious of. Also, he can sleep with loud TV on the background, dogs barking, and Mello yelling at someone at the same time. It’s honestly a superpower.

The mere fact that somebody is sleeping next to him (it doesn’t have to be a loved one) gives him a feeling of serenity. If they sleep under the same blanket, he without a doubt will steal it.

#death note #matt #mail jeevas #death note headcanon #death note imagines #matt headcanon #tosikowrites

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random-mha-thoughts · 4 years

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Ice Cream (Bakugou X Reader)

Pairing: Bakugou x Reader

Genre: FLUFF!!! WHY DO I KEEP FLUFFING MYSELF TO DEVASTATION!!

Summary: Bakugou and you are coworkers at a summer job in a department store. Both of you have feelings for each other but don’t know how to confess.

Word count: 1,918

Tags: @yuki-osaki @liviitehe @iamsoftsodonttoucheume-blog @bunnythepipsqueak

a/n: Based on a true story. Seriously this was me about 3 and a half years ago. Except the first part, that was filler’s sake and to show off tsundere baby Katsuki. I’ve been neglecting him, he deserves better. So I hope you all combust from fluff uwu bc the next one might be baku angst

"Ah, it's so hot," I groan, fanning myself. "I almost wanna turn around and go back to work just to stay in the air conditioning."

"Tch, speak for yourself. I've had enough for the day," Bakugou huffs. He's unbuttoned his black polo shirt. "You can't pay me enough to go back there."

"It's really not that bad, I don't know why you're complaining," I shrug.

"Says the one who gets to sit in the storage room sorting those stupid colored things all day." He pushes his shoulder into me. "I'm like the stupid lackey. Every stupid errand the manager needs done, I have to do. I don't get paid enough for this sh-"

"Let's get ice cream, Bakugou!" I interrupt, spotting an ice cream shop across the street. "Come on, it'll cheer you up, crabby pants." I grab his arm and pull him towards cold heaven.

Once we get inside the shop, I immediately fly to the window, scanning over the flavor selection. I'm not exactly sure what I want to get, whether I'm craving something summery like cherry or lemon or if I want a classic like cookies and cream.

I catch myself flipping my head back and forth between the two sides, still unable to make a decision. "Hey Bakugou, what are you getting?" When I don't hear an answer, I flip around. "Baku-?"

For the smallest moment after I look at him, I catch him staring at me blankly before whipping his head down to the window. "Probably just chocolate," he answers quickly.

My heart skips a beat, but I tell myself to calm down. It's not the first time I've caught Bakugou staring at me. Sometimes at work, he'll be passing by and he always somehow seems to find me in the sea of clothes while I'm rearranging the hangers. There are even some rare times when he comes to the back room while I'm in the middle of sorting the size beads and helps me before the manager summons him to do something else.

I shake myself out of my thoughts. "I'm feeling something fruity. Lemon is really calling out to me, but so is cherry."

I end up getting one scoop of each and Bakugou gets two scoops of chocolate. We take our cups to go as we walk down to the train station together.

"Bakugou, what the actual hell?!" My eyes widen in bewilderment at what he's just done.

"What?" he growls, "This is how I usually eat ice cream!"

My eye twitches. "Y-You...bite...ice cream? You have some deep rooted issues, dude."

"Shut up! I'm not weird!" Though he's defensive about it, the blond starts eating with the spoon the shop gave him. "You're the one eating fruit flavored ice cream. At least get something unhealthy like you're supposed to!"

I huff in response. "There's nothing wrong with trying to make your junk food as healthy as possible."

"Come on, you know that's something Deku would have."

"And what about it?"

Bakugou makes a face at me and says nothing else about it. "You can have a taste of mine if you want. One bite won't kill you, and I'm fine with sharing."

My heart throbs again. "Sure, I guess. Is it good?"

He answers by sticking his dessert-filled spoon in my mouth, catching me off guard. His crimson eyes bore into mine as I let the treat melt in my mouth, the rich chocolate encompassing my taste buds. "How is it?"

I don't trust my voice to answer without shaking, so I take my time to swallow. "Delicious."

The boy smirks. "See? You can't go wrong with the classics." He takes another bite of his before side-eyeing me. "But I guess it wouldn't hurt to try something different," he mumbles.

I'm still stunned from what he just did, the remaining chocolate still an aftertaste in my mouth. "You think?" I think I know what he's implying, but I didn't want to initiate it just in case he's not. I wish I was more confident in my flirting skills, I think as I scoop another bite into the little spoon.

"Hey."

Bakugou grasps my wrist with my spoon and takes the bite for himself. We lock eyes with each other as he tastes my ice cream, my heart hammering like a drum. O-Oh.

His eyebrow quirks in interest. "Couldn't you tell I wanted to be fed? Mmm, this is actually pretty good for summer."

I find my voice again, "R-Right? Told you so! It's refreshing and not too heavy."

We continue our walk in silence, which is uncharacteristic for Bakugou. He always has some random thing to talk about, which is something I like about him. He's not necessarily an open book, but he can talk about anything without making it sound weird, able to fill the awkward pauses in our conversations.

I sneak a peak at his face to find his cheeks dusted slightly pink to match my own.

Our relationship is admittedly in some kind of limbo. Ever since we met each other at our job orientation almost 3 weeks ago, we've been pretty inseparable. After hitting it off immediately, we exchanged numbers and text each other nonstop even after work, sometimes late into the night. And he always texts me in the morning, teasing me to wake up or else I won't be productive and he'll have to cover for me. We take our lunch breaks together every day, and we take the same train to the same station before transferring to go our separate ways. My coworkers tease me because they thought we were already a couple coming into the job. It seems so obvious to them that Bakugou and I like each other, but neither of us have made a move yet.

Truthfully, I haven't done anything because I don't know how to initiate anything. He's the first person I've had a crush on that actually reciprocates my feelings, I don't want to mess it up. Though, he's also mentioned that he hasn't dated anyone either. We would be each other's firsts.

We finish our ice creams and finally get to our train station, swiping in and catching the train right before almost leaves us behind. The car is thankfully somewhat empty, so we manage to find some seats.

Bakugou pulls out his earbuds and plugs it into his phone, handling me one side so I can put it in my ear.

This blond head listens to hard rock and metalcore. Is it really that surprising though, being how aggressive he is?

I'm open to anything as long as I like the lyrics, so I don't mind listening to it. When the music starts playing, I throw my legs over his lap like I usually do and lay my head on his shoulder. "You're shoulder is so bony, it's uncomfortable," I tease.

"Then don't rest your head there if it's so uncomfortable," he scowls, placing a hand on my knee. Out of the blue, Bakugou snorts. "It's so funny how we have to wear all black and you're wearing these bright red Vans."

"Hey, the manager said we can wear any color shoes we want as long as it's closed toe," I point out defensively, closing my eyes while the shaking of the train hypnotizes me into calm.

I feel his head shift towards me. "Didn't sleep well?" he asks, just loud enough for me to hear over the rattling.

I shake my head, not bothering to verbalize my answer. I have this strange talent of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere, especially when there's ambient noise and rocking.

Bakugou leaves me alone to my relaxation until we're about to reach our stop. "We have to get off soon. Get up."

"I don't wanna," I nuzzle myself into his warmth.

There's a pause. "Does that mean I need to carry you out?"

My eyes shoot open. Oh. But as I'm about to protest, something makes me stop. "Sure." I realize I'm only half joking.

The doors open. "Okay then," he shrugs.

I don't have any time to retract my statement. Bakugou tucks one arm under my knees and the other around my back as he stands up, my body cradled in his arms. My heart loses all sense of rhythm and blood rushes to my ears. I barely hear the sound of some guy whistle and say, "Wow, look at these two!"

He walks off the train as if this is the most normal thing in the world. Other passengers glance and smile to themselves when they see us, but my vision is too blurry to focus on any of them. I bury my head in Bakugou's chest in shame. "Okay, you can put me down now, Bakugou," my voice comes out feebly.

"Just a little more, I want to get you to the front of the train," he responds with a hint of teasing.

"N-No, please put me down." Before I die of shame and all these people see us like this.

Bakugou obliges, setting me down on shaky legs near a pole and I shift away from him. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

I don't know if it's the adrenaline, the nerves, or the act of Bakugou exhibiting real boyfriend behavior towards me for the first time, but I build up the courage before I can stop myself from saying, "See? T-This is why everyone thinks we're dating."

A moment of pause. "Well, we can try, if you want."

I finally spare a glance at his face. Everywhere from his cheeks to his ears up his forehead is burning red as my shoes, and he's rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly to try and keep his cool.

My heart thumps in my ears seeing Bakugou this flustered and bothered. It's happening. "I'd like that."

The sight of his smile melts all my anxiety. He closes the distance between us, grabs my shoulder, and asks, "Can I kiss you?"

I shiver at his breath caressing my face and nod before he presses his lips to mine, crushing our noses together and sending waves of weightlessness in my stomach. His hand moves up to cup my face before pulling away with a smirk. "I've been wanting to do that for a while. I think you did too."

I avert my eyes from his teasing gaze. "Maybe."

He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one more needy as his lips move quicker, almost like he wants to devour me. Time seems to slow down around us, not caring if people are watching. Bakugou's other hand grips my waist just as my train rushes through the station. He parts our lips but keeps our foreheads together. "Your train doesn't want us together," he chuckles before placing another quick kiss on my nose. "Go on, I'll see you Monday."

I nod, still dazed as I board my train and grab the nearest pole for support. The train pulls out of the station and I'm speechless and shaking, still tasting the faint chocolate from his kiss against my lips.

I sit in a chair and slump down, my heart rate coming down and the adrenaline wearing off. My phone vibrates when I get a text.

You taste sweet ;) Can't wait to see you again

Babe

I almost choke hearing his voice say that inside my head, but I can't stop the smile from splitting my face open. I'm mentally kicking myself for confessing on a Friday.

#Bakugou x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #bakugou fluff #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou imagine #bakugou scenario #gender neutral reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction

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my-watch-begins · 4 years

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Peeping Sam II.

Pairing: Rafe Adler x Reader.

Warnings: swearing, gun play, mentions of violence.

Words: 3921

Part I. // Uncharted Masterlist.

Rafe keeps his hand over your knee as both of your legs rest on top of his thigh. Sitting comfortably on the leather couch of the living room, a maid makes several trips back and forth bringing breakfast options that included fruits in just about every color, toast, avocado, scrambled eggs, croissants, about twenty types of tea and the best coffee money could buy.

Rafe always had coffees but his breakfast options varied here and there, you stuck to tea and always had toast and avocado.

"What about those meetings I told you to handle yesterday?" He asks, stabbing a piece of green apple with a fork and leading it to his mouth.

"Handled, Johnson and Prescott wanted to hold off on the investment of the new production plant" you could already see Rafe's eyes roll in annoyance.

"Market research says it's perfect time to start production"

"I know, I told them if they wanted to stop the investment, you had the right to request 45% of the initial investment capital, as per contract" you answered smugly.

"But that's not in the contract" he replied in a questioning tone.

"I know, by the time those idiots lawyer up and skim the contract to prove me wrong production will have started and profit margins will prove you right"

You turn to give him a winning smile as you lean over to the fruit tray, feeling Rafe's hand on your thigh, teasing upwards and in between your legs.

"That's a smart move"

"I learned from the best didn't I?" You tease giving him a side glance, noticing that he's giving you one of those rare looks of adoration, looking at you through his lashes and a small but genuine smile peaks from his lips.

Before you leave the fruit tray alone and can move to straddle him, he perks up in his seat and smiles.

"Samuel" he called, his hand beckoning for him to come closer. You turn around, finding the one he was talking with, he looked around the room dodging your inspecting eyes "please, join us" he motioned at the couch adjacent to his.

Sam sat down and cleared his throat, his eyes finally meeting yours, you gave him a polite smile.

"I don't think I've properly introduced you to my fiancée" he presented, your hand lifts up over the table, Sam quickly draws his and shakes it gently "(Y/N) darling, Samuel Drake" he introduced to you "I thought your days of seeing woman naked without knowing their name were behind you Sam" he says, his head lowering as he spoke.

"He did not see me naked" you interrupted.

"I was there, he did" Rafe fought back.

"He was looking up" you excused with a shake of your head, not believing that the fight you'd had yesterday was still continuing.

After you'd made your way out of the pool and joined Rafe, he scolded you for swimming naked knowing that there were people in the house, you'd refuted that argument by telling him he didn't seem to bother to have you grind over him in the plane at the sight of the flight attendants. He was not happy with that answer, so by some weird logic he decided to fuck your brains out, you absolutely did not complain.

Sam didn't wanted to be caught up in the middle of a fight, so he quickly shook his head and spoke.

"Don't worry Rafe, she's not my type"

He took more offense by that comment than you, so he frowned and tilted his head to the side.

"And what's that? Beautiful?"

"Taken" he swiftly rebounded. You chuckle lowly, and gave him a praising twist of your eyebrows as your hands lead the steaming cup of tea to your lips.

"Oh" he gasped surprised, then chuckled "well, I thought you two should meet anyway since she's the one you'll be answering to if we don't find the treasure soon"

Sam's eyes rested on your face, seeing you pull an annoyed twist of your lips as you glanced at Rafe.

"Not a fan of pirates (name)?" Sam asked, leaning over the table to grab a toast.

"I mean, the only experience I have with pirates is riding the Pirates of the Caribbean ride in Disneyland" you dismiss "though I like that one better, that one hasn't made me reprogram my wedding five times"

Rafe pronounced your name in a warning tone, making you clasp your tongue and roll your eyes, pulling your legs from his lap and turning on the couch until you almost give him your back completely.

"In any case, Rafe is the one who likes history out of the two of us" you pat his thigh loudly enough for Sam to hear on the other side of the table "I like to focus on the other side of the timeline, the future is always more promising"

"Well, opposites attract I guess" Sam said with a little smile.

Rafe led his hand on your thigh, you turn your head to his.

"Sam and I are leaving today, we'll be back in a few hours" he mentioned looking at Sam, when he finished he turned his head to you and gave you a quick smile.

"Sure love" you answer shortly, then mirrored his smile with a little disdain, you certainly didn't like to keep the happy couple façade after touchy subjects like how much fucking time he'd wasted on that stupid treasure.

You stood up shortly after that, heading to the office space upstairs. You had assumed he was gone a few minutes after, so you wandered around in the state, landing on the wing where you knew Sam had made his office. He had books lying around, peppers scribbled, glasses and bottles, but the corner of a laptop peaking from under a stack of papers caught you eye.

You pushed them off and opened the laptop, the screen lights up asking for a password. You frown and place your hand on your hips, pushing your tongue behind your teeth on your palate. A quick trip back and forth later, you take the computer and tilt it to the side, plugging a flashdrive to the side. The screen glitches, overriding the password requirement and showing the desktop.

If Rafe was the history savvy, you were the technology one. If there were things to worry about that had been developped in the last twenty years, he didn't care how the thing got it done as long as it worked.

You spent a few minutes digging through his search history, expecting to find a bunch of Google searches for porn, instead there are a few searches about Avery. After going back and forth on the search history, one of them catches your eye.

There was an auction to be held in the next two months, the lot numbers had already been posted, and a few pages of useless junk later, you found the one that Sam was looking for. A wooden cross.

You were sure Rafe would spill a bunch of knowledge about the year or was made, what it was made of, to you it was just a cross.

You snap a photo of the screen with your phone. There were a lot of searches about wooden crosses after that, and you knew this one was important because Rafe had one he'd gotten from some jail in Panama, at least that's what he'd said when he showed it to you.

You deleted the searches you'd made, closed the laptop and covered it back up. There was still no sign of Rafe or Sam at the state by the time you were finished, so you headed to your own computer and pulled files from the Adler collection until you found the cross Rafe had, cocking your eyebrow in interest as you noticed that the one Rafe had was actually broken at the bottom. The one that was going for auction seemed to be intact.

You sat at the desk, rubbing your fingers on your earing as you thought. Sam had found this new cross months ago, had he brought it up already to Rafe and he hadn't tell you? Did Rafe knew about it at all? Because if he did, he certainly would be excited about the finding, he would be excited to tell you.

The state was so silent you heard the front door shut, so you stood up and walked along a few hallways until you reached the main living room, seeing just Sam walk around and heading towards the opposite hallway.

"Sam" you called, he turned around quickly, his hand stopping halfway his path towards his neck. "You came back alone?" You ask. Sam's hand finds his neck and rubs it as he sighs.

"Yeah, Rafe was meeting with some woman at the church, so he suggested we continue later, he staid back"

"I see" you say with a quick nod. He gives you a quick smile as he turns around, disappearing in the hall.

Not even two hours later, without sign of Rafe still, you walk to the gym in your workout clothes intending to rub the treadmill for a warm-up, quickly amusing yourself when you see Sam bare chested and laying back on a bench doing presses.

You grip your phone and walk to him, he's busy listening to music on his own phone so he doesn't listen to your step approaching, and he certainly doesn't see you until you've thrown your leg over his lap and sat just over his crotch. He's so caught of guard he can't push the weights up so he lets them fall, the safety bars at the side catching them with a metal thud.

You smiled wickedly and leaned your forearms on the bar that sits barely an inch above his chest.

"I'm sorry to interrupt" you dismiss quietly with a move of your hand. He tugs the earbuds out to listen, a mix of surprise, worry and something more coloring his face "But- I just wanted to know... How did things go at the church? Found anything?"

"Um-" he stutters, his eyes running back and forth between yours. You see several beads of sweat forming in his face, though you didn't know if it was you or the workout. "No, sadly. But Rafe staid back to talk to someone who's going to dig around the site much quicker than just the two of us"

"That sounds lovely" you say mindlessly, as if that was going to be your reaction no matter his answer, squinting your eyes as you smirk "though, I think it would be better if we just told Rafe about the cross that's going for auction at the Rossi state yeah?"

You lived for the moments when color drained from people's faces, when their pupils dilated, when their mouth fell agape at the pretended surprise as they thought quickly how to collect themselves.

"I-I don't-" he stammered, you leaned your face down, your chin coming to your hands still pressed to the bar as your hips pulled back on his crotch, quickly noticing that Samuel Drake was not a "brief" kind of guy.

"You wouldn't take me for an idiot" you whisper "would you Samuel?"

"No, absolutely not" he replied immediately, shaking his head profusely side to side.

"Good" you smile, then lean back, teasingly grinding your hips before you stand up, giving him a quick smile. "Nice catching up with you".

Sam struggles to lift the bar back up to their hooks, but as soon as he's free he jumps to his feet and exits the gym, heads quickly to his room and jumps clothed into the shower. He lets the cold water cascade over him for a few minutes before he takes off his clothes. He still feels like his body is tensed up, his arms hurt by the sudden lost of power and how they had come to such an uncomfortable position while being held down under you. By the time he finishes his shower there's still a light layer of cold sweat on his body and he feels like he needs one too many cigarettes to calm down.

It was just his luck to run into Rafe and Nadine just as they cross the entrance on his way to the patio.

"Sam" Rafe salutes "you look like you've seen a ghost" Sam assumes he looks pale and wide eyes still, quick on his feet he takes this opportunity to tell Rafe about the cross, making him believe it was that why he was so shaken up, because of the huge lead it supposed.

Rafe bough it up, and Sam listens to the quick strategies him and Nadine throw around to get it, but his mind is somewhere else.

He has to get the fuck out of the state.

It's only a matter of time before you out Rafe against him and he didn't just got out of jail to end up dead by the hand of a literal couple of psychos.

Rafe pins the conversation with Nadine for later after he sees that their methods are not exactly aligned on how to get the cross, before he sets our to find you and maybe take you out for dinner, he makes a few calls to known contacts to ask about the auction, and he's promised he'll be put on the guest list if he so desires.

Rafe finds you in the closet of the bedroom, just dressed with a tank-top and a thong, rubbing cream on your legs in circular motions.

"You're back" you say when you see him in the reflection of the mirror "you've been gone all day"

"Remember Nadine Ross?" He walks a few steps into the closet and sits down with a tired sigh on a large ottoman.

"Yeah, the one from the private militia"

"I met her today and had to show her around the cathedral, she has the manpower to scout the place faster"

Rafe gets lost at the sight of your hands rubbing your legs up and down, switching from one to the other shortly after he stops talking.

"Sam found something though" he continues as he blinks, seeing that you've stopped to glance at him "you know... A while back he said Avery was recruiting other pirates, and the cross that we found was broken, so something must've been inside of it. He found another cross"

You just lift your eyebrow curiously as a smile peaks from the corner on your mouth.

"And this cross, where is it?"

"It's going up for auction in a few months, we're brainstorming on how to get it"

"Just buy it" you say with an obvious tone, leaving the cream bottle on one of the open shelves, walking a few steps along it you find your pajama bottoms and slip them on, hearing Rafe let out a chuckle behind you. You turn around with a frown as you finish fasting the pants at your waist.

"You're a god-damned tease, did you know that?"

You tilt your head to the side and lift your shoulder to your cheek, smiling innocently.

He doesn't smile back, instead he ducks his gaze down to his hands, then crossed his arms at his chest.

"If we end up at the auction, you're not coming with me" he sanctions, making you straighten in your spot at tighten your lips "you're a distraction, and I can't have that"

You chuckle humorlessly, then cross your own arms at your chest.

"And who-"

"It's not decided if we are even going to the auction, but if we are it'll be Sam and I"

Another chuckle escapes you as your hands shot up in the air and drop down to smack your thighs, you turn around to leave the closet.

"He's the most obvious choice, as soon as we get the cross we can get to work on finding out the next clue"

You just shake your head and give him a swat of your hand.

"Yeah, sure" You walk to the vanity in the corner of the room and grab your jewelry. You see Rafe leaving the closet through the mirror.

"And how are you going to be better help than him?"

Your mouth falls agape, you turn on your seat to give him an angry look.

"By being loyal to your for one"

Rafe rolls his eyes as he jars his hands on his waist.

"Sam is as loyal to me as you are, I got him out of jail"

You shrugged your shoulder, standing up and walking to the bedside table,you retrieve your phone and tap the screen as he looks back with an inpatient frown, you walk to him and press the phone to his chest.

"And if he's so loyal to you why did he tell you about the cross two months after he found it?"

He frowns just a little, grabbing the phone that's pressed to his chest, then inspects the photo as you walk around him and out of the bedroom.

Rafe inspects the photo, the dates, the searches, and he absolutely refuses to believe that they're real.

How fucking dare he?

He grips the phone and takes one angry breath.

You walked out of the bedroom and into one of the large hallways and towards the kitchen to instruct the cook to make something for dinner.

You heart jumps to your throat when you're pushed to the wall of the hallway, a set of hands push against your mouth as your body is squished between the wall and the hard muscles of the assailant's chest, you eyes lift up to find Sam's brown ones in a twist of rage.

Your blood goes from boiling of rage to freezing when you see his other hand lift a gun and press it to your cheekbone just above his rough hand on your mouth, gripping you with force.

"I do not trust that if I take my hand off of your mouth you won't scream for that nutcase you call a boyfriend, so here's what we're going to do" his tone is low, menacingly enhanced by a raspiness of the back of his throat.

You can smell blood already, and the barrel of the gun is pushing so hard on your skin you swear you can smell the gunpowder emanating from it.

You can't think, your brain has suddenly short-circuited by the sudden thought thag if his finger moves barely half an inch, a bullet will pierce through your cheek, skin, bone, tissue, muscle, bone again, and exit through the back of your head. The worst part is; you're sure it wouldn't even kill you instantly, it would take a few seconds of agonizing pain until you die.

All of these thoughts have made you suddenly start shedding tears that land on the barrel of the gun and the back of Sam's hand, and just then you notice that he's talking to you, his hot breath colliding with the streaks your tears have left down your cheeks.

"The combination to the garage door" you heard him repeat, but it feels like you're underwater, the pressure on your ears is so much they've started ringing.

Why isn't Rafe coming out of the fucking room already?!

You shake your head, but he grabs your face with his hand and pushes you further back on the wall making you whine in pain and let out a muffled sob.

"Don't tell me that you don't know it, I know you know everything about the state" he pushes the barrel of the gun. up and into your eye socket.

A door opens on the end of the hallway and Sam looks to the side, he lowers the hand with the gun still clutched and grabs you by the arm, you're numb, your muscles are so tense he has to pull you by the arm and drag you to the end of the hall, quickly into another one you recognize as the one that leads to the garage door.

In the second it takes you to realize that you're free and call scream for help, you're pulled forward and onto another wall, your hands mitigating the crash against the wall, the cold end of the barrel pushes against your neck making your skin crawl up in goosebumps.

"Enter the code" Sam grunts, you look down and then at your shaking hands. One of them slowly lifts up to press the buttons one by one. The door next to you makes a click and you're about to sink to the ground, your legs unable to keep you up by the sheer fear of having a gun pointed at you, but Sam doesn't let you. He grabs you by the arm again and opens the door, giving the hall behind you a quick look to check that you're not being followed just yet.

He drags you to a jeep and seats you in the passenger seat.

"I don't know what you think you're doing but kidnapping me is really not a good idea" you manage to let out between shallow breaths.

"You're just leverage, don't think you're so special" he pushes a button inside the car to open the garage, the cold wind suddenly hitting your bare arms and feet. The car screeches against the pavement as he sets the car on reverse and quickly exits the garage.

The drive is quiet, you've started to relax your muscles enough to breath normally, giving Sam a few side glances as he drives.

"We're far enough, you can let me go now" you try to persuade, instantly knowing that's not a good idea, it's freezing outside, you're barefoot, only dressed with a pair of pants and a tank-top, you're already shivering at the gushes of wind that sneak through the cracks between the metal and the fabric tarps of the Jeep.

"Not until we're at the airport, and I know I'm going to get away with this"

"With this you are" he gave you a quick look "but Rafe is still going after you and that stupid cross"

"He can try" he said with a confident shrug "but if he has it, he would still need me to decipher the clues"

"Don't think you're so special" you bark his own words back at him "you're just some common thief with an unhealthy obsession".

"So is your boyfriend".

"With the difference some pirate treasure it's not the only thing he has going for himself, you can't really say that, can you?"

Sam slams on the break and swerves to the side of the road, then grips the handgun that he'd left in his lap.

"Earings" he says, you frown, he tilts the handgun to the side quickly "your earings, take them off"

Your hands undo the clasps of the earings one by one, he motions at the dashboard, you leave the pair laying on top of it.

You are startled when Sam leans towards you, he opens the door and pushes you out of it, your feet landing below you and into the snowbank that's laying on the side of the road. Your hands come up to hug yourself, seeing the Jeep pull up to the road again and speed away.

You begin to shiver violently, your feet dragging from the snow and up to the pavement, you look to one side, then another. With a sigh that leaves your mouth intermittently, you start to walk back to the state.

#rafe adler #uncharted 4 #sam drake #samuel drake #reader insert

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