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hotchswifey · 9 months

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insomnia - dean winchester x reader

(this is the first thing i have written in about 2 years 😭😭😭😭

it kinda sucks but i like it

warnings: insomnia (i am aware that any sleep disorders cannot be cured by another person and i do not mean to take away from people who suffer from these conditions, this was just a cute little idea i had), a little angst?? (just about how much deans life sucks.), fluff, cuddling, overthinking, thinking badly about yourself (ur thoughts can be mean but ur lovely and brilliant <3333)

also i have a hc that dean goes really silent when he's tired, except he can't go silent around most people bc then they start to think something is really wrong™, but actually he is just too exhausted to try to talk (self-projection? maybe.)

word count: 2373)

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You rubbed at your tired eyes, walking into the bunker’s kitchen, your eyes adjusting to the light that definitely shouldn’t have been on - considering it was 3.32am. Your eyes fell on Dean, who was hunched over the island counter eating cereal. ‘Should’ve figured it was him who couldn’t sleep, too’, you thought. As bad as your sleeping habits had gotten, you always marvelled at Dean’s capability to be a functioning human with so little sleep.

He had noticed you as soon as you stepped foot in the room, but he did nothing to acknowledge your presence. Figures. You reasoned that the poor guy’s probably slept twice in the last week. You didn’t address him either; whether it was sleep deprivation or knowing he wanted to be left alone, you didn’t know. You just went to grab yourself a bowl of cereal.

It was quiet (except for the sound of pouring milk and Dean’s chewing), but it was comfortable. It gave you some peace knowing you weren’t the only one who couldn’t sleep - something so simple yet far out of your reach. You didn’t know when it happened (your inability to sleep), but ‘it comes with the life,’ you supposed. You grabbed your bowl and left Dean to ponder on his own.

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You rubbed at your tired eyes again. The same routine - lay in bed for hours, eventually get up because you’re hungry, head to the kitchen and find the light on. Again and again, this happened - Dean always sat there. It had become a funny thing kind of (in an unhealthy, oh-my-god-i-just-want-to-sleep-but-i-guess-it’s-nice-to-see-dean type of way).

He didn’t acknowledge you, you didn’t acknowledge him, you poured your cereal to the sound of Dean chewing and went back to your room to eat. You wished he would invite you to sit down, even if you both ate silently. It was nice not to be alone at night, overthinking every gruesome and terrible thing to come. But you knew it was Dean, and he definitely needed some peace, quiet, and alone time (and this was the most alone time he willingly gave himself).

You ate back in your room, not sleeping for yet another night.

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You and the boys had just got back from a vamp hunt. Sore, tired and, frankly, pissed off. The hunt was fine, you all supposed. But, god, it takes a lot to completely decapitate somebody. Your energy was all drained, and the only thing you wanted to do was sleep - but could you? No. Of course, you couldn’t. Why? A thunderstorm? Fireworks? Gunshots? No. Because your brain hates you. God forbid you get an ounce of sleep.

Your routine ensued again, more sluggish this time and certainly more pissed. All you wanted to do was behead a few vamps and sleep it off, but no. Of course not. Try to sleep, fail to sleep, get up and haul your ass to the kitchen, pour cereal, eat cereal. How did your life become so dull?

The lights are on again. You think, ‘There is no way in all hell Dean is awake. That boy put himself through more physical torment you could ever even dream of (not that you’d want to)’. You weren’t too shocked when, even after today, you saw Dean sitting there.

It wasn’t a surprise that Dean Winchester (saviour of the world, the perfect killer) was still awake, even after killing eight vamps single-handedly (but from how he was sitting, you were sure he’d hurt his back on the hunt). Dean. Again. In the kitchen. Not sleeping.

You didn’t know why, but it pissed you off more than it should have.

“Why are you still up?” You asked, walking past the island to the cereal cupboard. No response. Of course. You rolled your eyes, fishing out the box of lucky charms you reserved for awful days. You caught Dean’s eye as you turned around to get a bowl.

He might’ve been the strongest man you knew physically and mentally, but he looked so tired. More tired than you had ever seen him. More tired now than after ending the apocalypse or returning from purgatory. How could he look so exhausted after one vamp hunt? You thought about it for a second, only now realising how many times you had gotten up and he had been in the kitchen. Every time you got up, he was in the kitchen. What are the chances that when you can’t sleep, neither can he? Or was it more likely he wasn’t sleeping at all?

If you were being truthful, the strongest man you knew looked like hell. He looked like a little boy who couldn’t sleep because he had a nightmare and wanted his mom. Except he wasn’t a little boy, he was living through the nightmare and had no one to turn to when things got bad.

You had felt pity for Dean before (how could you not, the man has quite literally been to hell and back), but this was a different kind of pity. This was the kind of pity that only came when things were terrible. When you realise this was how it had to be, how it would be, forever. The kind of pity that came when you realised you couldn’t do anything about it. You felt useless looking at him in his dressing gown, hunched over the counter.

He was the world’s saviour, and you had to assume that came with consequences - like not sleeping.

You didn’t say anything. Your anger had dissipated into sadness - sadness for being unable to help your friend. There was nothing you could say or do. There was nothing at all. You stared at him, and he stared back, and that was it. You went about your night - pour the cereal, return to your room, and not sleep.

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Another day. Another hunt. Another sleepless night.

You considered buying the strongest sleeping pills and calling it a day. But you knew you couldn’t. Dean would haul your ass out for another hunt tomorrow, and he’d be pissed if you were fast asleep.

‘He should take some sleeping pills’, you thought. Maybe he would actually be remotely okay then.

Not fall asleep, get up, walk to the kitchen, see Dean, not acknowledge each other, get your cereal and leave. Again and again. You may have liked it, though. Just that little bit of routine in your hectic lives. Even if it was a bad routine.

You poured your cereal, your back to Dean, in complete silence. It was nice. Comfortable.

You picked up your spoon, ready to head back to bed, and turned around to find Dean already looking at you. You paused on the spot, unsure as to why he was staring. He didn’t stop when you noticed him. He looked as tired as ever. The sight of him, looking exhausted, with a bowl of cereal and beer, was heartbreaking. It physically hurts to look at.

He looked at you, and you looked back. Silent. Again. You wish you knew what to say, but what could you say? ‘Hey, Dean. You look like shit.’ You were sure you looked just as bad.

The sudden eye contact didn’t end. You both are not blinking, not moving, simply just looking. It was like you were communicating telepathically, just understanding each other and the hell you were both going through. This life was bad enough with sleep.

He didn’t say anything when you moved to sit down next to him, he didn’t say anything when you began to eat your (soggy) cereal, and he didn’t say anything when you finished eating. He just drank his beer and ate his cereal wordlessly. He said nothing when you sat there for 5… 10… 15… 20 minutes. Not one word.

You wanted to know what was going on in his head so badly. You wanted to know how you could help if you could help. But Dean doesn’t share his problems. You knew that, Sam knew that Cas knew that- everybody in the damn world knew that.

You sat and sat and sat silently. Half an hour passed, then an hour, then two… before you knew it, Sam was walking in- tired and grumpy. The sun had risen (not that you could see it), and a new day had started.

“You look like shit, dude”, Dean said to Sam, who promptly rolled his eyes.

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This time, when you couldn’t sleep, you didn’t go to the kitchen. You just laid there. Unmoving. You’re sleep-deprived mind was overthinking everything- what if you fucked up on that hunt 3 years ago, and Sam and Dean still hate you to this day? What if Sam hates you? What if Dean hates you? What if Dean is so fucking sick of you interrupting his nightly cereal time? You were a victim of your mind- your thoughts and inability to sleep.

Ugh. You were so hungry. But, right now, your brain was convincing you you were single-handedly Dean’s biggest annoyance right now (if Dean could read your thoughts right now, he would be calling you his biggest idiot).

A knock on your door startled you more than it should’ve (considering you had been hunting for quite a while at this point).

A knock. At (you looked over to your alarm clock) 3:34am. ‘Why is Sam awake at this time? Why’s he knocking on my door?’ you thought. ‘It can’t be Dean. I’ve done nothing but piss him off for the last month. You squint your eyes preemptively as you reach over to turn on the lamp by your bed and get up. The floor was cold under your feet, and your body was exhausted from the lack of sleep. You reached towards the doorknob, preparing to see Sam.

Sam. Who was definitely not at the door. Because Dean was standing there, in boxers and a white t-shirt, holding 2 bowls of cereal, looking as tired as you felt. Huh.

He looked at you silently, extending one bowl towards yourself. You took it hesitantly, staring at him, confused. He didn’t react. He didn’t say a word. Just lifted his bowl to eat his cereal. You moved to give Dean the option to come in. It was like a silent agreement had happened between you. Cereal and silence.

He walked in and sat on your bed; you closed your door and joined him. Wordless. Silent.

Maybe, you weren’t annoying him. Perhaps, he enjoyed this as much as you did. Maybe. Maybe.

Ten minutes passed, and you finished your cereal and leaned over to put it on the mahogany desk. ‘The Men of Letters enjoyed a frivolous life, huh. Who needs a mahogany desk?’ You thought, trying to distract yourself from your overactive mind. Dean moved over to do the same, leaning into you whilst he did.

He didn’t seem to lean away from you after that. He didn’t seem to move at all. He just sat close as you both stared at the wall, unblinking. God, you were tired. You just wanted to sleep. You felt like your body was going to shut down any day now.

“You should get some sleep,” Dean’s groggy voice came out of nowhere. It surprised you, him actually talking.

“Yeah, I’m trying,” you replied. Hell, you were trying. You were trying so hard, you just needed to-. Dean moved before you could finish your thought, standing up and moving to the top of the bed, pulling back the dishevelled sheets. He laid down in the bed, propping his head onto his hands.

“Are you just going to stand there?”

You moved to join him in the tiny twin bed. He pulled back the covers to let you in. You weren’t too sure what to do with yourself, then. You sat there with your knees to your chin, shoulders hunched. He had invited himself into your bed, and you felt like you were invading HIS space. Why were you still overthinking this? Why were you still thinking he didn’t want you here? Obviously, he did!

His arm wrapped around your shoulders before you could think anymore. You looked over at him, his green eyes reflective in the lamplight, and he looked back at you. Wordless. You gave him a small smile and moved to lie down. He joined you, his arm still wrapped around your shoulder. You debated whether you should lean against his chest but decided not to overthink it and just do it. You were sick of overthinking every little thing.

His other arm wrapped around your waist, yours wrapped around his. This was good. He was good. Nothing was exchanged between you; there wasn’t a need for words. You both knew this was what you two needed- each other. Dean had never really been alone (whether it was Sam, Cas, or Benny), and he needed somebody there to remind him that everything was okay. You were okay- sleep-deprived and needing a new career, but okay.

Your eyes were shutting before you could help it. Dean’s steady heartbeat in your ear and arms around your body calmed you. It was almost funny how quickly you were falling asleep now. Months and months of sleepless nights, and all it took was Dean to be here, holding you. You wished you could enjoy it more (not knowing if this would happen again), but you were so goddamn tired.

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You awoke the following day to repeated knocks on your door and Sam’s voice shouting your name. Damnit Sam. He opened your door before you even had the chance to fully wake up.

“Have you seen Dea- oh.”

The man in question was fast asleep, his arms still wrapped around you, your legs tangled together. You looked towards Sam as he mouthed a quick ‘sorry’ and left hurriedly. You were surprised it didn’t wake Dean. A pin drop could wake him up. You looked over at him, admiring how peaceful he looked. It was simple. Simple and nice and sort of domestic. Or as domestic as a hunter’s life can be.

You leaned against his chest, his arms tightening around you, falling back asleep.

You two had a different routine from then on- if either couldn’t sleep, you would find each other.

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random0lover · 11 months

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Hello !! Am I allowed to request for maybe all of 141 (If possible with your schedule !! I undestand if its not !!) or just Price and Ghost (separate) with a reader whos a military kid so theyre kinda just used to them going away for long periods of time with deployment. Bonus points if they werent aware of reader being a military kid till they break down and confess as to how abandoned and angry they feel when they leave :,)) Fluffy Hurt/Comfort thats SFW, please :)) Thank you ^^

TF141 x Gn!Reader That Was a Military Kid

Pairings: John Price x gn!reader & Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Warnings: Angst with Comfort, SFW, reader is mean, talk of parental death, crying, reader is called: sweetheart, love, dove. Hints at depression, John and Simon are both big softies for reader, established relationships. That should be it! Let me know if I missed any <3

Things to know: Some hc’s with mini fic parts. Should be Gn!reader as I tried to avoid talking about readers body or anything that could indicate anything other than gn!reader! Also POC friendly! If you notice anything that makes you feel otherwise please let me know! I never want anyone to feel excluded with/in my work ♡, Also a warning to anyone that decides to follow me- if you do not have your age in your bio or a pinned post I will block you… just a fair warning.

Notes: Thank you for requesting this anon! I loved the idea so much so I hope this does your request justice! I kinda went a little soft with the Price one because for some reason I can’t stand the thought of reader being mean to that sweet man (if you want though send me another request and I can write one that’s more angst filled 😊) although I did bring out the reader being angry in Simons. Another thing, I wrote this for Simon and not ghost but if you want I can write another one that has reader dealing with Ghost but be warned it will be angsty with lots of hurt from both parties! Sorry if the editing is bad I did try though lol and there will be more parts to this!

Tags: @homicidal-slvt (promised I’d tag you so here we are)

Price & Simon (You’re here!), Soap & Gaz, Alejandro, Rudy & König

(I will add the links as I post each part!)

John Price

-I feel like he may have wondered if you were a military kid since you didn’t seem to be phased by him having to leave so often

-There were other things that also made him wonder, like how you always made your bed in the mornings, how schedules were majorly important to you to the point that if you knew you were going to be late, you'd get majorly upset, and how you also seemed to understand military lingo up to a certain point. He never asked though since you didn’t talk about your childhood much so he just figured that if you wanted to tell him that you would -But he started to notice that lately, you started to seem off when you found out he would have to be deployed soon.

John had been awake since the early hours of the morning. He couldn't seem to get much sleep in the few days before his next deployment. He had left the warmth of your shared bed before even the morning birds could be heard outside, hoping not to wake you with his restlessness, but little did he know that you hadn't slept at all.

By the time you stumbled out of bed with bags under your eyes and your mind feeling exhausted from the lack of sleep and your own brain tearing itself apart, it was well past 10 a.m., which wasn’t the most unusual for you, but on the day before John would be deploying it was a little odd since usually you were up trying to help him get his stuff together and would make a huge breakfast since you both weren’t sure how long it would be until he would get to enjoy a home-cooked meal again.

You had hoped to get to the kitchen and make yourself a cup of coffee before seeing John, but he was standing at the fridge, putting groceries away from multiple brown paper bags.

You made your way to the coffee pot that seemed to have a fresh pot being made and got a cup from the cabinet before he started to talk, “I noticed we were getting low on some things so I thought I’d save you a trip to—,” he pauses, causing you to turn to face him, “Sweetheart?”

You were pressing your hands into your eyes, trying to relieve the aching pressure that was remaining consistent behind them, when he made his way across the kitchen and gently cupped your cheeks, “Are you feeling alright, love?”

You didn’t mean to do it, but you flinched away from his hands, taking a few steps back so that there was some distance between you both. You could see the hurt in his eyes before they were overcome with confusion and you hated that he was looking at you as if you were a skittish kitten that would run at the smallest movement.

He reaches an arm out slowly, as if to not startle you.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, pulling your arms tight around you, and try to focus on keeping your breathing calm, like your parents taught you when you were little.

He takes a small step forward so that his fingers are almost grazing your arm but stops when sees you curling in on yourself, “Sweetheart, something is obviously wrong. You're crying, and your body is shaking.”

“Hey,” you finally look up into his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but at least let me help you.”

Your heart breaks from the pain you can see in his eyes. In all the time you've been together, you’ve never pulled away from him like this. Usually, you were the one open about your emotions and what you were feeling while having to coax John into telling you what was going on in his mind, “Please, darling.”

You let yourself fall into his open arms at that point, sobbing into his neck. He presses you against his chest, gently speaking into your ear, assuring you that everything is fine, that he is here for you, and that he will always be there.

You mumble into his neck, causing him to gently pull you back so that he can hear you: “What was that, sweetheart?”

You try to concentrate on the sensation of his calm heartbeat against your chest before finally saying, "My parents promised me the same thing."

He pulls away, puzzled, and you notice him looking at you in the corner of your eye, so you burrow your face into his chest and say, "They were both military. They died when I was 14," you finish, taking a deep breath. “They were deployed together when it happened… They said that it was an accident, that my mom got stuck on a timed land mine, and my dad wouldn’t leave her no matter what.”

"Oh, love." You feel his body tense before relaxing.

He gently grips the back of your neck and pulls you back so that you're looking into his eyes; the softness in them is almost enough to send you running as far as possible so that you never have to feel the type of pain that you did the day that you found out your parents died.

“Love, I'm not going anywhere,” you go to speak but he shushes you, “You are my world, the person I’m fighting for.”

He brings his hand under your chin so that he is gripping it gently and says, “You are the reason I’m still alive. The reason why I feel like life is still worth living and fighting for.”

He tips his head down so that his lips are grazing yours, “I’ll always come home, love.”

You push forward so that your lips are fully pressing against his, then he pulls back, “Why don’t we go take a bath, get you feeling better?”

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The next morning you wake frantically looking around, hoping that he didn’t leave without saying goodbye, when he walks in carrying a tray of food, “John? I thought you had to leave this morning.”

He smiles gently, his eyes lighting up, “Called Kate, they don’t actually need me for another week, and I figured my love needs me a little bit more than my job at the moment.” He sets the tray down on the bed, and you jump into his arms with a happy squeal, “I love you, John.”

"I love you too, sweetheart," he says as he gently kisses you.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

-So we all know Simon is amazing at reading people, but I don’t think he would know that you were a military kid. He could see all the signs that you may have had a difficult childhood, but he personally knows what it’s like to have a childhood you don’t want to talk about, so he never has and never will question you about your past. -Pasts are a hard topic for Simon in the first place, so I could honestly see him being a bit grateful that you didn’t share the bad parts of your childhood, meaning that he also didn’t have to share his. It was almost a silent agreement between you both to not talk about the negative parts of things unless one of you came to the other wanting to talk about it.

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Back to him being great at reading people: He could tell that over the past few days, your body language had been changing, becoming more standoffish. Not being as open to cuddling and kisses, not even wanting him to walk up behind you and wrap his arms around you, which you usually loved.

He figured that maybe you were just having a few rough days, which was normal for anyone; hell, he knew he had them quite often, and you were always there for him no matter how bad they got, so he wanted to do the same for you.

Today had been the worst day of all, though. You were almost refusing to talk to him completely unless it was one-word answers, which he was able to roll with pretty easily. You would move rooms almost every time he would come in, not even saying anything, just picking up your things and going.

This made him decide on leaving you alone for the most part, other than when he would bring you a fresh cup of tea or was just checking in on you. So he decided on cleaning up the house a little bit, he was going to be deploying again in a week and he wanted to help however he could, knowing that it was a rough transition from having him around to it being an empty house again.

He had just finished cleaning the dishes when he looked at the time and decided on ordering out for dinner, which would hopefully raise your mood a bit and it would also be an easy enough mess to clean up. He found you in the living room watching a movie on Netflix with a blanket wrapped tightly around you and stood in the doorway for a moment just admiring you when you paused it.

When you snap at him, "What do you want, Simon?" Your eyes aren't even on him but on your phone, which is on your lap.

He feels his eye twitch but he keeps himself calm and makes sure that it shows in his tone that your attitude is leaving him unaffected, “I was just goin’ to ask what you wanted for takeout, love.”

You huff and try to pull yourself up from the couch while also trying to unwrap the blanket from around you, almost falling, but Simon rushes forward and straightens you up, but you quickly pull away.

You look at him with fury in your eyes, “Can't you just leave me the hell alone?” Your voice is rising slightly, and your face is flushed with rage. “It’s what you constantly do anyway!”

You can see Simon's eyes widen, but you don't care; the words are just spilling out of your mouth before you can stop them, "You're never actually here when I need you, but when you are, you can't take the fucking hint of when I just want you to leave me alone!"

"Sometimes Simon," you pause, feeling the tears flood into your vision, making the floor blurry, "I wonder why I even stay when you are just going to end up hurting me exactly like he did," you whisper, staring hard at the ground, your chest puffing in and out quickly, trying to pull in air after your large outburst.

The words come out in a whisper, the room becoming so silent that you can almost hear the gears in his head turning, wondering who the hell you were talking about.

You hear him take a step forward on the wood flooring, his voice incredibly soft, “Dove.”

You look up through the tears and see his hands reaching out for you, and for the first time in all the time you two have been together, Simon Riley almost looks scared—not scared of you but as if his world was coming apart.

When his hand gently touches your arm, it pulls you out of your stupor, making you pull away, frantically shaking your head, “Don’t touch me.”

The words come out shaky and broken, but they make him freeze nonetheless, and you can see in his eyes that he’s trying to pull himself together, trying to figure out what he's supposed to do in a situation like this.

He takes a small step back, his gaze fixed on yours, and he holds his hands out in front of him, as if to demonstrate that he is not a threat. "Okay, I won't touch you." He comes to a halt, seeing the fear in your eyes, the look of a frightened animal ready to flee at any moment. "It's okay, love, everything's fine-"

He doesn't even finish his sentence before you're flying down the hallway, grabbing your bag from the hooks by the front door and bolting out the door, slamming it loudly behind you, leaving him standing halfway down the hallway, his mouth slack-jawed, unsure of what the hell just happened.

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After nearly ten minutes of fast walking, you finally slowed down and stopped in the nearest store to clean your face of tear marks and, hopefully, make yourself look presentable. You sent a quick text to Simon, letting him know that you were safe and that you didn't know when you'd be back. You left your phone on long enough to see him read the message and the text bubble pop up before you shut the phone completely off and tucked it into the bottom of your bag.

You spent the next two hours wandering aimlessly, wondering if you'd just ruined your relationship with the only man you'll ever love, when you came across the small Italian restaurant where Simon had taken you on your first date. You remember the way you tried to pay for your half of the dinner, but he quickly slipped his card to the waitress before you could even argue, saying something about how if you decided not to go on a second date with him, you deserved to at least get a free meal from it, and you teased him by asking him if there was a reason you shouldn't want to go on another date with him.

The memories make your stomach queasy, making you want to kick yourself in the back for being so stupid, but you walk in and order your and Simon's favorite dishes and try to keep the food as warm as possible on your walk back to your shared home. One side of you hopes you’ll find him there, not an empty house, and the other side wants to avoid this conversation for as long as possible.

You walk up the steps, and most of the house seems to be dark except for the living room, where a single light is on. You unlock the door and try as quietly as possible to slip your shoes off while also trying not to drop the food.

You make your way towards the living room to find Simon sitting on the couch, his elbows on his knees, and his face buried in his hands. You look over to the coffee table and see bags with your favorite restaurant's logo tied off, trying to keep the heat in the bags, making your heart ache with the fact that he still thought of you after you treated him like complete trash.

He was the first man ever to treat you with so much love. Even while he was deployed, he was making efforts to show you that he cared, like scheduling a delivery of your favorite flowers to show up on your day off with a little note, paying for over a month's worth of your order at your favorite coffee shop, and bringing back little trinkets from the places he was deployed too.

You knew him being deployed wasn’t his fault; it was part of his job. You knew he wasn't your dad and that it wasn't Simon’s fault that the man who was supposed to love you treated you as if you weren't even his child but rather just another one of his soldiers.

It wasn’t his fault that your dad wouldn't be home for months on end; it wasn’t his fault that the last time you ever saw your dad, you told him you hated him for never being home; it wasn't his fault that the day your dad was supposed to come home from a four-month deployment, instead of hearing him come home, there were four hard knocks on the door; it wasn't his fault that two soldiers were standing at the door; it wasn’t his fault that they were holding a folded-up flag with your dad’s military dog tags on them.

It. Wasn’t. His. Fault.

Yet you treated him as if it were. You didn't know which was worse, the fact that he didn't already know about what happened to your dad or the fact that you wished he did so that he could have a reason to hate you for lashing out.

You step into the room, setting the food you got by the food he ordered. “Simon?”

He doesn’t move for a second, then he looks up at you, and you feel your heart shatter for the umpteenth time tonight. “Oh, Simon,” you whisper, moving so that you’re standing in front of him and drop down onto your knees, “I am so fucking sorry. I don't even have the words to tell you how sorry I am. I shouldn’t have lashed out at you… I should’ve just talked to you instead of letting it build up.”

You move your hands up to gently cradle his face in both your hands and connect your eyes with his molten ones, which usually provided you with comfort. Now, though, all you can see is the look he gave you after you yelled at him, “I— I never should have let my feelings bottle up about me being upset about you having to be gone. I know it's not your fault. I knew what I was getting myself into when we made things official all those years ago. I knew what your job would bring before then; I made the choice to be with you. I'll never regret that.’’

You move your eyes across his face, trying to gauge his emotions, but you get nothing.

“Si, baby?” you whisper.

His eyes move away from you. “Who were you talking about when you said I'm just going to hurt you like he did?’’

You look away, your eyes settling on a loose string on his pants. “I was talking about my dad.” You take a deep breath before continuing, knowing that you have to tell him, “H– He was military like you.”

His hand reaches out to gently lift your chin, bringing your gaze to his. “He died,” you continue, “He died and the last time I ever saw him, I told him I hated him because he was always gone. He…I let him go that day without saying goodbye or telling him I loved him, and the next time I saw him, his body was in a casket."

"Love," he says with a gentle frown.

"No, Simon," you say, shaking your head. Just because I’m scared—no, fucking terrified—of that happening again with you doesn't give me the right to treat you that way. I am so sorry.”

He leans back in the couch and pulls you up into his lap; once you're comfortable, he brings his hands up so that one is cupping your cheek and the other trails down your arm to hold your hand. "Dove, I know what it's like to lose family. I know what it can do to you. I understand that pain more than you know. Pain like that is unlike anything else.”

Tears well up in your eyes, and you blink them away quickly before they fall. "You've lost family, too?"

He nods gently, and you can see deep emotions that seemed to have been buried for a long time beginning to surface. “My mum, my younger brother Tommy, and his wife Beth.” He closes his eyes, and when he opens them, they are filled with unshed tears. “My nephew Joseph.”

You can feel the back of your throat starting to burn from keeping your tears in, but you push your forehead against his anyway. “Simon.”

He looks into your eyes before whispering, “I wish I could tell you it would stop hurting eventually, but I can’t. I’m not going to lie to you and say I’ll always make it back home to you; that's not something I can guarantee, but one thing I can promise is that I will always try my damn hardest to make it back. I will always fight with everything in my soul to make it back to you.”

Tears are softly running down your face at this point, falling to land on Simon’s hoodie. “I love you so much, sweets. I never want to lose you.”

You let out a choked cry before you kissed him gingerly, and you could taste the saltiness of your tears mixed in with all the flavors that reminded you of Simon. Of home.

“I love you so much too, Si.”

He leans in to kiss you again with a light press of his lips to yours before he pulls away and looks at the forgotten food on the coffee table and lets out a light chuckle, “I see we both had the same idea.”

You let out a shaky laugh and nod your head before snuggling your head into the warm crook of his neck. He runs a large hand up and down your back, slowly stopping at the bottom to rub gentle circles into a spot that usually bothers you. "Well, why don’t we eat, and maybe in the morning we can talk a little bit more.”

Yawning into his neck, you pull back and ask, “Can we finish the movie I was watching earlier? It was just getting to the good part before I stopped it.”

He nods, and you excitedly get out of his lap to get your blanket and the TV remote before he pulls the coffee table closer to the couch so that he can start opening the containers. Once you start the movie, you look over to Simon to find him already watching you with a soft look, and all you can think is how thankful you are to have found a man who loves you through all your faults and you through his.

You were grateful for ever getting the chance to be loved by Simon Riley, a man who truly believed that he couldn’t love and that he wasn’t worth loving. You knew that it would probably take your whole lives to heal from the things you've both been through, but as long as you were together, that was all that mattered.

Hi my lovelies, I hope you enjoyed this hc for Price and Simon! Feedback is appreciated but not necessary. As always I hope you have a great day/night. <3

Requests are open so feel free to send in some! I cannot promise when or if I will write them, but I do prefer requests that are slightly more specific as I find them easier to write but it's not required. Thanks for reading my darlings! ♡

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seonghwaddict · 9 months

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tell me — kim hongjoong PART TWO OF LILO'S 600 FOLLOWER EVENT

requested by @tayisgrt. “I saw this picture [ middle pic in the header ] of Hongjoong and it just got me thinking abt a short smut story abt fem!reader going to a frat party or something and seeing him and finding out that he’s a playboy/fuckboy or the host of the party and they go back to his place and end up having a one night stand or just end up hooking up in the bathroom at the party. Either one works 🤷🏽‍♀️” lilo’s notes. this request is such gold, thank you so my for this tay 🫶 at first i kinda struggled to write but um… yeah i got carried away and the word count turned out to be a lot higher than i. also i am completely aware that the past tense of grind is ground but grinder sounds better to me so deal with my chosen bad grammar (i already uploaded this earlier but i’m pretty sure tumblr flagged it)

prompts. “i’m crazy for you” ; “tell me what you want me to do” ; “i can’t wait to feel you inside me” pairing. kim hongjoong x fem!reader

warnings. smut under the cut, minors please dni, dirty talk, thigh riding, cocky hongjoong, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks), fingering, slight bimbofication, nicknames (baby, baby girl, pretty girl, slut), praise, slight degradation, i missed anything please notify me. wc. 2.7k

as you danced in in the middle of the overly filled living room with your friends, not a single worry crossed your mind. it had been a while since you’d gone out, wrapped up with school and your part time job, so you were grateful when wooyoung dragged you out of your dorm to go party.

throughout the night, you’d been licking eyes and catching glimpses of a familiar man. and though you couldn’t quite place your finger on why he seemed familiar, his short, bleached hair, alluring smile and sharp eyes hidden behind sunglasses despite how dark the room was had you feeling some type of way.

he didn’t miss the way your eyes roamed over him so desperately, practically begging him to take you. and you certainly didn’t miss the bite of his lip as he leaned against a wall, watching you with a smirk while he sipped from his red solo cup.

as you danced, a pair of hands landed on your waist and slowly slipped down to your hips. you didn’t really care who it was and without much thinking, you backed up against them and swayed your hips to the beat of the song as one hand slid up their chest and around the back of their neck. the person behind you wasn’t too much taller than you, making minimal effort to lean down and ghost his lips over the skin of your neck.

as they bent their face over your neck, tufts of short, bleached hair fanned over your face and you realised who it was, suppressing a shudder of blatant excitement. his lips brushed up to kiss the shell of your ear.

“i’m crazy for you.” he whispered against your ear and you actually shuddered this time, his fingers caressing your hips gently before dipping two centimetres under the waistband of your sparkly skirt and then slipping out again.

you wanted him just as bad but that was embarrassing to admit, so you rolled your hips against him, your ass right against his crotch, as he kissed his way from your ear to your neck. feeling his erection press against your ass moments later, you couldn’t wait much longer. you turned around and pulled his face close enough to whisper against his mouth without your lips touching.

“let’s get out of here?” it was less a question and more of a plea, but he nodded and took your hand to drag you out of the house and to his car.

it was a quick and silent drive, his hand kneading the plump flesh of your thighs did nothing to dissolve the tension or ease the ever-growing puddle in your panties. if anything it made your head spin even more as you body warmed up. some time between when you left the party and got to his house, you finally remembered his name.

hongjoong, member of the hottest fraternity on campus and probably also the host of the party you just escaped from. soon enough the car came to a stop and you tried to get out as calmly as possible to prevent yourself from just ripping off his clothes right then and there.

the walk from his car to his bedroom passed in a haze, both of you rushing on quick feet as he led you there. as soon as the door shut and he locked it, you were all over each other.

teeth clashing through feverish kisses, your hands were quick to undress each other down to your undergarments and grope at each other’s bodies. his hands squeezed your breasts over your bra as he backed you up against the door he just locked despite the bed being two steps away.

you moaned against his mouth as he brushed his thumbs over your nipples and slotted his thigh between your legs simultaneously, his thigh rubbing against your core with every movement. your hands tangled themselves in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer before one of them made its way down. you felt him shiver as you dragged your nails over his torso lightly and stopped on his taut stomach.

you both went still for a moment, not out of uncomfort or anything, just to catch your breaths. your breaths mixed in the sliver of space separating your lips as you got lost in his perceptive eyes. something stirred in you when a mischievous little smile appeared on his lips and for a moment you had a hard time thinking.

“tell me,” he started, a hand trailing up to twirl a lock of your hair around it, “tell me what you want me to do.”

unable to form words with the way he was looking at you, you slid your hand down a bit further to touch what you needed. but before you could get there, a chuckle escaped him and he laid his other hand over yours to stop it.

“words, baby girl.” he muttered lowly, a slight hoarseness to his voice as he tugged the strand gently. “how can i give you what you want if you don’t tell me, hm?”

“i…” you started, unsure of how to ask. nevertheless, he waited patiently. “i want you”

he let out another low chuckle. “be more specific, there’s many things i can do for you.”

you whined before giving in to what he wanted. “i want you to fuck me.”

“hm… you want my cock, huh?”

“god, yes,” you nodded enthusiastically, “want your cock so bad.”

“that’s a very possible request,” his finger slipped out of your hair to cup the front of your neck, thumb rubbing your pulse point. “but first, i’m gonna make you cum on my thigh,” he pressed said thigh against your core once again, “then my fingers,” his fingers tightened ever so slightly, not enough to complicate your breathing but enough to make you see stars for a moment, “and then i’ll fuck you so good i’ll ruin other men for you. how does that sound, pretty girl?”

you merely nodded, momentarily overwhelmed by his words and actions. but as soon as you feel his hands guiding your hips to grind along the length of his thigh, you quickly follow his guidance and move on your own with your hands braced on his shoulder. it wasn’t a hard task, the slick arousal soaking your panties helping you glide on top of him easily, a fact that he took note of with a sound half way between a laugh and a scoff.

“look at you,” he said, leaning forward to catch you in a breathy kiss as you came undone, “you’re already soaked and i haven’t even touched you properly. with all this wetness, i probably won’t even have to stretch you, baby.”

you arched your back off the door as your body flushed with heat and pleasure, a silent whimper escaping your lips. with you positioned like that, he had perfect access for his deft fingers to unclip your lace bra effortlessly. at his gentle “hands, please” you dropped your hands from his shoulder to help him slip the fabric off easier, tossing it in a random direction as you had with your clothes.

his hooded eyes roamed over your naked chest with an almost feral look as a groan slipped through his lips, his hand immediately moving to grope at them, messaging the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. “look at you, so pretty and so bare, all for me.”

he tensed the muscles of his thigh and you slumped forward at the sudden firm sensation, moaning into his shoulder, the movements of your hips never once faltering as you grinded against him harder and faster. at your reaction, he gave your ass an encouraging squeeze and kissed your shoulder, tensing and relaxing that muscle in a rhythm that brought you rushing to your climax.

before you knew it, your back arched as you pressed your clothed clit against his thigh as hard as you could, crying out his name loudly as your orgasm finally hit you, mind devoid of thoughts. three months without sex seemed to have taken its toll on your sensitivity.

“there you go,” he cooed like the asshole he is, a mocking look of sympathy gracing his features. “come all over me like the desperate, needy mess you are.”

when your mind cleared just a bit after your first orgasm of the night, you quickly registered that you weren’t pressed against the door anymore. instead, he had moved you to lay on the bed, your knees bent over the edge as he kneeled between them with his hands caressing your upper thighs. your panties were also no longer on you, discarded amongst the scattered clothing on the ground.

once he noticed that the hazy look in your eyes was gone, one of his hands gently tapped its way to rest on top of your pelvis. “now, tell me, what else did i say i’d make you cum on?”

when you didn’t answer immediately and only blinked at him, he tilted his head. “come on, i know you remember it somewhere in that pretty head of yours, no? or did you fuck yourself dumb on my thigh?”

“y-your fingers…” you finally replied after clearing your throat.

“good girl.” he grinned and nodded, leaning down to peck your cheek. “do you still want to continue?”

“yes, fuck, please.” you were quick to answer in a breathy whine.

he hummed and the mischievous glint was back once again to torment you. “good.”

without wasting any time, he dipped his hand down and through your folds, groaning the the pool of wetness and nearly collapsing on top of you, but he pulled himself together quickly enough for you to not quite register it. either way, you were too busy grasping onto his shoulders and trying not to lose your mind because of how amazing his fingers feel.

as his index finger circled your engorged clit at a frustratingly slow pace, he pressed another kiss to your cheek before moving south. he kissed, sucked and nibbled his way down your jawline, neck and chest, leaving slowly bruising marks in his trails. the pressure of his fingers increased slightly and his kisses circled around your perked nipple before giving it an experimental lick, eyes flicking up to gauge your reaction.

“shit,” you cursed quietly, eyes shut tightly. “k-keep doing that.”

a shit-eating grin replaced the curious look and he did exactly that, licking it twice more before closing his mouth around it and such harshly. this elicited another cry of his name from your lips, your nails digging into his shoulders. they would probably leave marks but he didn’t mind that at all, if anything he’ll wear a tank top tomorrow to show it off.

“tell me what you’re thinking about, pretty girl.” he asked after momentarily lifting his head to look at you, only to find your unfocused eyes already on him.

“i can’t wait to feel you inside me.”

trying to hold himself back from impaling you with his cock, his head moved to give the same attention to your other nipple and he slowly pushed two fingers into your entrance. you let out a choked moan as he dropped his head in the valley of your breasts and groaned deeply.

“fuck…” he sat up to look down at you, eyes glazed over as they roamed from your slack-jawed face down to where his fingers were pushed inside your weeping pussy. “i need to be inside you right fucking now.”

“please, please, please.” at this point you were holding back tears because of how desperate you were to be dicked down but you couldn’t care less, not when he seemed just as desperate.

he looked around his room before his eyes settled on you again, biting his lip with uncertainty. “do we need a condom?”

“are you clean?”

he nodded. “tested a week ago and i haven’t slept with anyone since.”

“well then-“

“actually that’s a lie, i’ve slept with two people since then, not including you.”

you blinked at him.

“but they were both clean. and we used protection!” he was quick to reassure you.

you raised a joking eyebrow before laughing. “it’s fine, i’m clean and on the pill, just go raw.”

he froze for a moment but your words processed soon enough and he made quick work of shucking off his boxers and pumping his length a few times to spread his pre-cum. moments later he was hooking your legs around his, lining himself up with your entrance.

after pressing a quick kiss between your collarbones, he moved forward and began pushing inside you inch by inch. a string of curses left your lips, swollen from being kissed and biting them. hongjoong was a bit bigger than you had anticipated but it was welcome, with the way he was filling you so wonderfully in a way you’d never been filled before you weren’t sure you could think straight. perhaps he was right and was indeed ruining other men for you.

eventually, he bottomed out and neither of you moved for a short while, letting you get used to the stretch. you heard hongjoong groan and curse as he shifted ever so slightly and you felt his length brush against that sweet spot inside you, paired with his pelvic bone pressing against your clit, you let out a needy whine.

“move, please.”

that was all it took for him to pull out and slowly push back in again, setting a steady slow space. your mind, usually filled with so many thoughts, was silent. completely blank except for one thing. him, him, him. hongjoong.

he cooed at you with that same mocking voice from before. “hm, what a cute little slut you are. finally getting the dick your perfect little pussy was begging for. you’ve been thinking about it all night, haven’t you?”

you opened your mouth to reply but instead cut yourself off with a pitchy moan as he angled his hips at just the right angle so his cock dragged along that sweet spot with every one of his thrusts.

“you’re loving this, huh?” he leaned down to rasp into your ear after biting your earlobe gently. “i fuck you so well, don’t i? but let’s not forget how well you take me.”

his pace began picking up and you didn’t care if your moans were too loud, it was his fault for making you feel so damn good. the knot in your stomach tightening once more, an effect of the combination of his actions and his dirty words. but it wasn’t quite enough.

“more, faster, p-please.” you begged him with wide glossy eyes.

there was no reason for him to not comply, so he immediately sped things up, postponing in and out of you as fast as he could. a few more thrust later, your whole body tensed as your second climax caused the knot in your stomach to snap. your body convulsing as you open your mouth to cry out. you were shirt there were scratch marks all over his back and shoulders, but it’s what he deserved for littering your neck and chest with love bites.

hongjoong crashed his lips on yours, bith an attempt to muffle your sounds and to bring you even closer to him. he faintly noted you tasted of mint and some kind of fruit he couldn’t name. though your lipstick was already smudged, his wet kisses against your mouth and his tongue inside only served to smear it even more.

you heard him say something distantly, the intensity of your orgasm had your ears ringing but you faintly recognised the words “cum” and “in you.” it didn’t take a genius to pick up on what he meant, so your fucked-out mind had you nodding. and a second later he did exactly that and collapsed on top of you, his elbows on either side of your head supporting most of his weight.

your chests heaved against each other as he kissed you. though, “kissed” was a bit generous for the lazy, slow presses he left against the plush of your lips, murmuring praises against them. soon enough he slipped out of you and rolled the two of you over so you were laying halfway on top of him as you held each other tightly.

after a long silence he spoke up as he patted your back affectionately. “let’s get you cleaned up?”

“two more minutes.” you muttered into his neck.

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theoreticslut · 2 years

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「 crossing the line 」

eddie munson x fem reader

summary: you didn’t plan on your best friend walking in on you, but you’re certainly not going to complain.

requested: no

word count: 3k

warnings: 18+ smut, use of sex toys, assisted masturbation(?), pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart, & pretty girl), fluffy aftercare, subspace if you squint

a/n: i finally did it! i wrote an eddie smut i actually like & am super fucking proud of. its hot, it’s kinda heavy, & its eddie fucking munson so what could be better? there’s a potential this could have a part 2, but i don’t know. i kinda like it where it’s at, but i might be pursuaded into writing more of it. whatever i decide, i hope you like this! Xx

“Oh, fuck. Shit.”

“Ohhh, d-don’t stop. It feels so good.” you whine, no one to hear you but yourself as you slowly pump the silicone cock in and out of your body.

Although it was a Saturday, everyone in your family had left to do one thing or another, leaving you an empty house and plenty of time for yourself which you were not about to let go to waste. It’s been far too long since you’ve had a good orgasm, not the type to sleep around and hook up with anyone willing to fuck.

It wouldn’t be a problem if you had a boyfriend, but unfortunately you happen to be lacking in that department. Hence why you’re left to get yourself off with toys and your fingers. Not that you’d complain though when your toys get the job done quite spectacularly.

“Shit, baby, right there.” You groan, small gasps leaving your body in between all your little whines and whimpers.

You had realized quite awhile ago that you were not a quiet person when it came to sex. If it was needed you could be, but you would much rather be vocal, somehow feeling more pleasure when you could be.

Another thing you had quickly realized about yourself was that you couldn’t stay still either. If something felt good, or god forbid you had a pleasant thought, you were squirming all over the bed.

Eddie was one of those thoughts that made you squirm, walls clenching as a moan would claw itself from your body.

You couldn’t help it. He may be your best friend, but that doesn’t stop you from finding him attractive with that sly smirk of his and those big, brown eyes that would twinkle with mischief.

On top of that, you swear he’s got a body sculpted by the gods. He doesn’t look it, but he has defined muscle from years of playing guitar and helping Wayne out around the trailer.

The only reason you’re aware of this, though, is because he loves picking you up. That first time you felt his muscles against your back and under your hands, you swear you nearly melted.

Ever since then though, his surprising strength is a frequent visitor of your thoughts, usually late at night when you can feel yourself getting warm as your panties become damp.

Some of your favourite thoughts are of his muscles tensing as he plays with your clit, his fingers sliding in and out of your wet little cunt. That or how his muscles would feel as he holds you tight against his chest as he roughly fucks his cock up into you, kissing your neck as he does.

“Fuck, Eddie. I want you so bad.” You practically cry, wishing it was him filling your cunt instead of the silicone dildo.

You can only imagine how good he must feel. Not that you’ve ever talked about your sex lives with each other, but you just feel like he’d know what he’s doing and that he’d do it well.

As the thought crosses your mind you can feel yourself clench against the silicone, your walls getting so tight that it gets difficult to slide the dildo into your heat, feeling each and every one of the fake veins rub against you.

“Fuck, feels so good.”

~.~

As Eddie pulls into your driveway, he’s glad to see that only your car is there to begin with. He loves when the two of you have the house to yourselves, not that you ever do anything that would call for an empty house, but he just feels more relaxed knowing he doesn’t have to try to impress your parents.

Even though the two of you have been friends for years now, he knows how his reputation is received around town and he knows that your parents always keep that in the back of their minds. He’d hate to say or do something that’d make them want him to stay away from you.

You are the best thing in his life, and he’s honestly not sure he could live with you. So he stays on his best behaviour around your parents even now after they’ve known him for about ten years.

Regardless, he’s happy to see that the house will be empty aside from the two of you. He’s been dying to have a movie night with his best friend again, one or both of you often being busy nowadays that you’re seniors in high school. He figures that tonight will probably be the best night for one given that you weren’t assigned much homework for the weekend for once.

Walking into the house, he’s slightly surprised to see that you’re not in the living room. Typically you’d be down here watching tv when the rest of your family is gone.

Pushing the thought aside, however, he starts climbing the stairs to your room, stopping only when he sees your door is mostly closed.

He carefully makes his way to your door, a confused frown on his face, when he hears you gasp and groan from inside, the sounds going straight to his groin as a low fluttering starts in his stomach.

“Shit!” You nearly cry and he can’t stop the heat that crawls up his neck to his cheeks.

You can’t be masturbating, right? His mind is just taking your sounds out of context and filling in the rest, isn’t it?

His curiosity gets the better of him as you continually whine, urging him to push your door open just enough to see what you’re doing.

As soon as he sees you, though, he’s fighting back a groan. There on your bed, you’re all spread out, only wearing a band tee he had gotten you and a small thong - the shirt pushed up over your stomach, bunched just under your breasts as your thong is pulled to the side of your pussy while you pump a pretty pink dildo into you.

Never had he pictured such a lewd sight, but he can’t find the strength to look away as the silicone cock slides in and out of your wet cunt, your fingers circling your clit as your head lolls back.

“Oh my god, it feels so good. Please don’t stop.” You beg, regardless of the fact that you’re the one controlling your pleasure, and Eddie can only swallow a growl as he watches.

From the doorway, he can only wonder what you’re thinking of as you please yourself. That is if you’re even thinking at all or simply acting on pure pleasure.

He’s spent god knows how many nights thinking about you as he tugs on his cock, trying to picture his hand as your warm cunt, but he can’t imagine you’d feel the same about him. You are best friends, and have been for years. There’s no way you’d feel the same, right?

“Please, Eddie. Feels so good.” You whine, gasping as you sink the dildo all the way into your slick folds and Eddie can feel a shiver run down his spine as his dick twitches in his jeans.

“Please, faster.” He hears you cry and he can’t fight the need to be involved any longer.

He needs to see the pink silicone cock be buried deep into your pussy. He needs to see the way you twitch as it slides against your walls up close. He needs you to know he’s there and is thinking of you too.

Pushing his way into the room, he takes consideration to not be too loud as you haven’t noticed his presence, your eyes having been shut tight the entire time so far. Having closed the door, he starts to carefully make his way to the end of the bed where he can finally see just how wet you are.

Smirking to himself, he takes a deep breath to calm his raging hormones. As much as he wants to rip the silicone from your cunt and replace it with his aching cock, he doesn’t want to jump too far ahead and ruin your friendship. He figures that getting you to cum on your dildo is already crossing the line enough, but he needs to see you come undo for him.

Placing his hand over yours, stopping you from circling your clit, he kneels over you as your head snaps up to find him.

~.~

“Eddie…” you gasp, your pussy clenching even as your cheeks burn with embarrassment as you find him hovering over you.

“Hi, baby.” He replies, voice gruff and you immediately know that the sight of you is driving him crazy which only makes you wetter.

“Can I take over for you? Wanna make you feel good.”

You nod, biting your lip as the two of you hold eye contact, Eddie wanting to make sure that you’re okay with this.

“Please, Eddie.” You beg, and that’s all it takes for him to start pumping the pink cock into you, slowly at first as he watches you squirm and buck your hips toward his hand.

“Fuck, honey. You’re so pretty like this.” He groans and all you can do is whine in response.

“So pretty being fucked open by your little silicone cock, aren’t you?”

“So fucking pretty, but you’ve been wanting my cock, haven’t you baby? Been wanting your best friend to fuck you silly, huh?”

You can’t help but cry at his question, not when he decides to start pumping the dildo into you deeper than you even realized was possible.

“That what you’ve been thinking of, honey? Been thinking of me?”

“Mhm.” You hum, tears welling up in your eyes as he fucks you faster.

“Yeah? You’ve been picturing this pretty little dildo as my cock?”

“Well, baby, I can promise you the real thing feels so - much - better.” He teases, voice low as he punctuates each word with a thrust of the dildo as he slows his pace, fucking you nice and deep to the point you feel the head of the silicone cock bruising the inside of your stomach.

“Fuck!” You cry on a particularly hard thrust, grabbing for Eddie’s hand to stop the abuse.

“That hurting you, honey? I’m sorry.” He coos, kissing your navel as he shallows the thrusts, moving to a languid pace as he simply watches you.

“God, you’re so beautiful. Never thought I’d get to see you like this, sweetheart.”

“Never thought I’d be fucking a dildo into your pretty folds as you cry for me.” He continues, using his free hand to wipe the tears that fall from your eyes at the sheer pleasure.

“You getting close to cumming, honey? Your pussy feels tighter than it was.”

“You need me to help you over the ledge?”

You nod, whining as you buck your hips, earning a soft chuckle from the curly haired Adonis that is your best friend.

“Please, Eddie. Wanna cum. Wanna cum so bad.”

“Alright, baby. Relax. I’ve gotcha.” He smiles, keeping up the slow, languid pace but bringing his free hand down to your clit.

“Oh! Oh, Eddie….” You whine, bucking your hips as he bites back a smirk.

“That’s it, pretty girl. Bet it feels real good, huh?”

“Mhm. So good.”

“Good, baby. Cum for me when you’re ready, okay? No holding back.”

You whine, nodding your understanding as you feel the knot in your stomach grow tighter and warmer at his ministrations.

“Look at me, sweetheart. Wanna see my pretty girl as she cums.” Eddie commands, and you groan as you lift your head to watch him, feeling that knot tighten even more as you do.

With a whine you're dropping your head back as you can feel your walls clenching tighter against the dildo as you get that much closer to your orgasm.

“Look at me, honey. Wanna see you.” Eddie reminds, and as soon as you make eye contact with him you feel yourself let go, cries and whimpers leaving your lips as you cum around the silicone cock.

“That’s it. So pretty, sweetheart. So fucking pretty cumming for me.” Eddie groans as he watches your pussy clench wildly around the toy.

He waits until you’ve come down from the high, your body relaxing, before he pulls the silicone cock from your cunt, dragging his fingers through your release as it dribbles out.

You can’t help but smile as you watch him bring his fingers to his lips, wanting to taste you, groaning as your slick hits his tongue.

“Do I taste good, Eddie?” You question, smiling down at the curly-haired brunette as he cleans his fingers well after your release is gone from them.

“Heavenly.” He smirks, bringing himself up to lay on top of you, his body slotted between your still open legs.

“Thank you.” You murmur, softly bucking up into his stomach as a lone aftershock of your orgasm rips through you.

“Of course, honey.” He smiles, knowing you’re thanking him for more than just his compliment on your taste.

You nod, eyes drifting closed as you hum and play with his mop of hair, his head resting on your stomach.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up, huh? Then we can cuddle and listen to music or something.” He offers and you tiredly nod.

With a kiss to your stomach and a smile, he pushes himself up to go grab a warm cloth from the bathroom so he can clean your puffy, abused folds.

You whine as he touches your over-sensitive cunt, even with the lightest pressure he could muster.

“I’m sorry, honey. I know it hurts, but we gotta get you clean.” He murmurs, pausing to give you a moment of reprieve as he pushes some sweaty hair out of your face.

“Still so pretty. You know that?”

“Mm-mm” you hum, shaking your head with furrowed brows as he finishes cleaning your sensitive lips and inner thighs.

“Mhm. You’re so pretty, y/n. Drives me crazy.”

“Not as pretty as you, Eds.”

“Ohh. You think I’m pretty, huh?” He questions as he goes through your dresser drawers to find you a clean pair of underwear.

“So pretty. Got the prettiest eyes and smile, Eds. Such pretty hair, too, you know?”

He shakes his head at your mumbling as he blushes, not believing you but appreciating the words nonetheless.

“You don’t believe me, do you?” You pout, watching him as he pulls a pair of pink, frilly undies from your dresser.

“Didn’t say that, did I?” He challenges as he makes his way back to the bed.

“You didn’t have to. I can tell when you don’t believe me, Eddie.” You huff, still tired from your orgasm but slowly feeling less achy.

“You didn’t believe me either, sweetheart.” He reminds, looking to you to make sure it’s okay if he changes your underwear.

He doesn’t find any alarm or hesitation in your eyes as he looks for an answer, so he carefully pulls the sides of your thong over your hips and down your legs, leaving you bare in front of him as he tosses the skimpy material towards your hamper.

“What if we agree that we’re both pretty?” You offer, having been quiet as he removed your thong.

“I can do that.” He smiles, pulling your clean undies up your legs, lifting your hips with ease as he gets there.

You can’t help but squeal as he lifts your bottom half with ease, still not used to him being able to handle you so easily.

“What? Did I surprise you?”

“Mhm. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to you being able to lift me.”

“No?” He questions, patting your butt as he finishes getting your panties on, moving to lay beside you on the bed.

“Mm-mm.” You hum, sighing as you turn onto your side, hugging a pillow to your chest as you rest your head on it, eyes still heavy with tiredness.

You feel Eddie shift on the bed behind you, the bed dipping at your hip as he moves closer to you. His arm comes up around your waist as he pulls you back against his chest which is when you feel his erection against your ass.

Sighing, you shift your hips back to grind against him, drawing a grunt from him as the arm over your waist moves so he can grip your hip.

“D-don’t tease me, y/n.” He warns.

“M’not. Just don’t want you to go soft.”

“I won’t be. Not after all that.” He chuckles, absentmindedly bucking into your ass as he recalls how hot you looked all filled up with a silicone cock.

“Good. I wanna get my energy back before anything else.”

He nearly whimpers at your words, swallowing a groan as he tries to figure out what you’re saying. You can’t possibly be hinting at taking care of him, right?

“Was it not clear that I like you, Eds? I’m not going to leave you with a hard on after what you did for me.”

“Especially after you said it was better than my toy.” You smirk, hearing him choke on another groan as he bucks into your ass, your cunt already getting wet again.

“Fuck, baby. You’re gonna kill me, I swear.“

“Better not. Do you know how long I’ve liked you, eds?”

“Is it anywhere as long as I’ve liked you?”

“I bet it’s longer. I think I’ve liked you since we first met, munson.”

“Then I’ve definitely got you beat, sweetheart. I’ve liked you since I first saw you, which was way before we first met.” He replies and you can hear the smile in his voice as he leans down to kiss your shoulder.

“Mm, I like these nicknames, eds.”

“Yeah? You like being called sweetheart? What about baby? And honey?”

“I like them all, eddie. Think ‘my pretty girl’ is my favourite, though.”

“Yeah? You are my pretty girl, so it’s a good thing you like it.” He smiles, leaning over you which makes you turn your head to look at him, wondering what he’s doing.

When he kisses your lips though, that’s all you need to know as you turn soft under his touch. He’s got you - and your heart - in a chokehold, but you couldn’t care less.

He’s kissing you after getting you to cum all over a dildo for him. You’re more than happy to be his however he wants you.

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whiskey-tango-matcha · 5 months

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See Me, I See You (m, cold)

I present unto you all: a fic that has nothing to do with the fic I promised weeks ago!!! (sorry) I got some GREAT prompts from that prompt list in my inbox and I used a bunch of them in this fic (mostly anons, but @sniction-fiction and @sneezycold19 both of your prompts are featured in this).

Greyson gets a cold, Elijah catches it...that's pretty much it! No real plot just colds and vibes. Oh, and there's a little bit of ~angst~ thrown in because it's me. I hope you guys enjoy it <3

cw: male, colds, contagion, fevers. 3k-ish words under the cut. Let me know what y'all think!

See Me, I See You

Greyson shifted from foot to foot in the cold of the alleyway, willing Elijah to text him back. He read the text over again for the third time, hoping it sounded nonchalant enough to avoid his boss’s wrath.

heyyy, are you on your way in?

It was already ten in the morning; normally, Elijah was already at the restaurant by now. Normally, his boss wasn’t given the chance to be aware of Greyson’s chronic key-losing issue.

Three minutes passed. His fingers were starting to tingle. Did you leave your gloves wherever you left your fuckin’ keys, moron? Four minutes. Five. C’mon, Elijah, I’m getting desperate.

Finally, at the six minute mark, a text from his boss popped up. I was planning on taking today off. Why, do you need something?

“Fuck,” Greyson muttered, pulling a frozen hand down his face. Of all days, why was today the one Elijah decided to take off?

There was, Greyson decided after a few more freezing minutes pacing the alleyway, nothing to do but tell the truth. Bracing himself for the explosion, Greyson typed out a message. uhhh...kinda. I may or may not have misplaced my keys…

By some sort of stroke of either insanely terrible timing or the worst luck known to man, the minute Greyson pressed the arrow to send his message, a second text from Elijah came through. Oh, you have got to be fucking kidding me, Greyson thought, his heart dropping into the pit of his stomach as he read the text from his boss.

I caught your fckn cold, so if you need something can it wait til tomorrow?

***

On Saturday, Greyson couldn’t stop sneezing.

“Hh-! HhIGSTHH-ue! HTSHH!” For the third time in an hour, Greyson wrenched into his elbow, away from the prep table. He groaned, annoyed – prepping this tasting menu for twenty was going to take ten times longer than normal if he couldn’t get this shit under control.

“Bless, bless,” Elijah said, distractedly leafing through the inventory papers on his clipboard. “Coming down with something?”

Greyson cleared his throat, pawed at his nose. Shrugged. “Does it matter? It’s Saturday. Not like I could leave if I wanted to.” The chef washed his hands in the sink near their office, sniffling. He trudged back to his prep, checked his watch – ten thirty AM. Matt was scheduled for noon, and Greyson could already taste the cigarette he was going to savor when his sous took over this prep.

“Mmm, snippy,” Elijah said, scribbling something on the inventory sheets. “Must be a pretty bad one.”

“The fuck are you on about?” Greyson asked, sinking his knife back into the yellowtail he was slicing. He sucked in through his nose, again, again, again to keep from contaminating the fish – on the third sniff, he ducked under the table to protect his product. “HGSTHHZUE! Fuck.”

“That cold,” Elijah said, finally looking up from his paperwork. “It must be pretty bad if you’re in such a shit mood.” Greyson’s face colored. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, flipped his boss the bird. Elijah just shrugged.

“Do you want a coffee? Or a tea, or something?” he asked, pushing himself out of his chair and approaching the chef. Greyson had gone back to thinly slicing the hamachi; he didn’t answer. “Hellooo, earth to Grey -”

“HTSHH! Huh-! HhITSZHH-ue!” Greyson turned toward Elijah, sneezing into his elbow once more to avoid the fish. Elijah jumped out of the way just in time.

“Christ, warn a guy, won’t you?” he said, checking his outfit for signs of spray. Greyson cleared his throat, put his knife back on the prep table, and slunk to the office in search of a tissue.

“Get outta the splash zone if you don’t want to get wet,” he muttered, blowing his nose and tossing the tissue. “Ndo, I don’t want any coffee or tea. I just want to get this shit done so I can have a cigarette.” The chef washed his hands again, and took his place at the prep table once more. At this point, this won’t be done until next fuckin’ week, he thought, exhausted.

“Do you really think that’s a good idea?” Elijah asked, leaning on the prep table. Greyson deadpanned his boss, hoping the knife in his hand made him look at least a little threatening.

“Do I think what is a good idea?”

“A cigarette.”

“I always think a cigarette is a good idea. Don’t you?”

Elijah shrugged again, eyes trained on the knife Greyson slid through the fish. “I mean, usually. When I’m not sick as hell, absolutely.” The two of them caught eyes then, a challenge. Their stares stayed locked until Greyson was forced to turn away to cough. Elijah made a noise in the back of his throat, a mix between a laugh and a coo of pity.

“Don’t fuckin’ patronize me,” Greyson growled, his voice sticky and rough already. The backs of his eyes burned, his throat felt swollen, and his joints were aching; he wasn’t ready to admit it, but Elijah’s perception was correct. He felt like shit.

“I’m not patronizing you, Chef,” Elijah promised, pulling something out of his back pocket. “C’mon. Take a break.” He waved the pack of cigarettes he’d produced in front of Greyson’s face, motioned toward the back door. “I’ll let you bum one.”

Greyson, too tired to continue the fight, just nodded. “Alright,” he said, untying his apron. “Thangks.”

Elijah took in a deep breath, ready to say something, but instead just sighed. “Don’t mention it.”

***

Fuck, fuck, fuck, Greyson thought as he re-read his boss’s text. If Greyson knew one thing about Elijah, it was this: he’d have to be down bad to take an unscheduled day off of work. And for him to admit to illness, unprompted? The man must have been on his death bed.

Quick as he could, Greyson began typing out a response.

ah, fuck, sorry boss. don’t worry about it, I’ll text matt. sorry to bother you, hope youre ok.

Greyson sent the text, only to be filled with dread all over again when Elijah answered back immediately.

I thought Matt and Mark were doing that off property event in rochester today?

Fucking shit, Greyson thought pressing his head to the freezing cold of the back kitchen door. His mind, mocking, flashed him back to last night; Matt and Mark packing up the company van with food for a Christmas dinner one of their regulars was hosting at his mansion in the country. Greyson had waved them goodbye, told Matt to call him if he had any questions on the dishes they’d decided he’d make. In his panic, Greyson must have blacked it out.

oh, he typed to his boss. yeah, I guess they are. no worries, im sure my keys are in my apartment ill just run back and grab them.

His apartment, both of them knew, was a forty minute train ride from the restaurant. Cooks would begin showing up in forty-five minutes. The pit in Greyson’s stomach grew larger still when the bubbles that signaled Elijah typing popped up and went away, popped up and went away.

Finally, the text they both knew was coming but ate Greyson alive even so: I can stop by and let you in. give me 20 minutes.

***

By Sunday, Greyson was fairly sure he was dying.

First, he was freezing; when he came in at the ass-crack of dawn that morning to prepare for Sunday brunch, Elijah had barely been able to stifle a laugh.

“Um,” his boss said, raising an eyebrow, “what are you, uh… wearing?”

Greyson flashed Elijah a watery glare before his eyes glazed over and he pitched forward into the scarf the was wrapped tightly around his neck. “Hh...hhIGTSZH-ue! ETSCHH-ue! Huh -! hh...hhNGSTHH-ue!” He sniffled and wiped his nose on the wool of the scarf before addressing his boss.

“A scarf,” he said, his voice a low monotone. “I’mb cold.”

Elijah nodded slowly, taking the chef in. His hood was pulled over his long, shaggy, unwashed blond waves; his eyes were red-rimmed, dark-circled, and wet with irritation; the bow under his nose was damp and scarlet from wiping, and none of this was to mention the scarf-turned-tissue that had clearly seen better days. “I think… I think you should go home, Chef,” he said, choosing his words carefully.

Greyson didn’t answer; instead, he turned away to cough into the germ-infested scarf. After a few moments of coughing, her turned back and shook his head. “Brunch,” he rasped, attempting to clear his throat.

“Let’s call Matt in,” Elijah said.

“He’s workigg dinner,” Greyson insisted. Elijah pressed his fingers into his eyes, let out a long sigh.

“I think one day of working double shifts isn’t going to kill him,” Elijah said, giving Greyson a pointed look.

“I’mb ndot making my employees work a double shift whend I’m ndot,” Greyson said. “That’s ndot how I operate.”

“Greyson,” Elijah said, his temper beginning to flare, “you sound absolutely fucking awful. And you can barely stand. How do you plan on prepping and executing brunch when you’re swaying on your feet, hmm?”

There was a silence that stood between them then. It ballooned, filling the kitchen, begging one of them to break it. Finally, Greyson’s body took over; he shuddered, dipped back into his scarf and turned away from Elijah.

“Hh-ETSCHH-ue! HUTSHH-ue! Huh...Hh! Hh...hnnn.” Greyson glanced blearily at the cold fluorescent lights in the kitchen, trying to coax the last sneeze out. “Huh-! hnn...hh, huhhh…”

“For God’s sake, Greyson,” Elijah said, allowing the frustration to seep into his voice. “Would you just fucking snee -”

“HRRRTSHHH-ue!” The last one tore out of the chef, left him dazed and panting, turned into a flurry of wet coughs. Elijah winced, but took a few steps forward and placed a hand on Greyson’s forehead. Greyson didn’t have it in him to stop his boss.

“Wow,” Elijah said, raising his eyebrows as he gently pulled his hand away from Greyson’s head. “That’s some fever you’re sporting, kid.”

Greyson felt his eyes begin to water; he bit the inside of his cheek, looked away, and took in as deep a breath as he could without making himself cough again.

“Mbaybe… maybe we could call Mbatt in for brunch just this once.”

***

The twenty minute wait was excruciating.

To keep warm, and to distract himself, Greyson paced from one side of the alleyway to the other, trying to remember whether he’d noticed signs of Elijah getting sick the evening before. His boss was fairly talented at keeping illnesses under wraps in the beginning stages, but was there really a way he’d gone from fine enough to keep it under wraps to so ill he needed the day off in twelve hours? Greyson thought back to the end of last week, when he’d been hit head-on with the cold from hell his boss was now gifted with; it had moved quickly, sure, but definitely not that quickly.

Elijah had certainly been quiet last night, but that tended to be par for the course when they were busy. It had been extra busy, especially for a Tuesday, so Greyson hadn’t really seen much of Elijah. Guilt coursed through his body, and he pulled out his phone once again to text Matt and Mark in a group chat.

hey, guys. hope you’re ready for your event tonight, can’t wait to hear about it. random question for both of u: did elijah seem alright to you both last night?

The wait for a text back wasn’t long; the two younger managers were clearly bored. With several hours to go until their dinner and everything pre-prepped, they were most likely just hanging out on their phones in the spare bedroom they were staying in.

are you serious? Matt’s text came through first. Then, a moment after, one from Mark.

I mean...if by ‘alright’ you mean pissed off and sick then ya I guess lmao.

Greyson’s heartbeat thumped in his ears. He typed back quickly, pointedly. he was sick last night?

chef, u really had the blinders on big time last night lol, Matt texted back.

Which makes sense, it was busy! Mark’s text said, an attempt to cushion the blow. But ya he was for sure coming down with something. Is he ok today?

Before he could type out a response, Elijah’s car turned into the alleyway. Greyson put his phone away and waved, guilty. Time to face the music.

***

Monday, thankfully, was like a salve to Sunday’s burn.

“Morning, Chef,” Elijah said, joining Greyson in their shared office. Greyson pulled out one of his headphones to return the greeting, smiled at his boss.

“Mborning,” he said, his voice still cracked and congested.

“How’re you feeling?” Elijah asked, cutting straight to the chase. Greyson rolled his eyes, shrugged. Smiled a bit.

“Better,” he said, sheepishly. “Much better. Thangks for holding down the fort yesterday, I really owe you one.”

Elijah laughed as he clicked his mouse to wake his computer. “Chef, it’s technically my fort. It’s my job to hold it down.”

“Still.”

The GM nudged his friend, playful. “Don’t mention it,” he said. “Glad you’re feeling better. I was worried you weren’t going to make it through the night.”

Greyson barked out a laugh that turned into a soupy-sounding cough. “You’re so fuckin’ dramatic,” he said. “It wasn’t that bad.”

“Mmm,” Elijah murmured. “That’s what we’re classifying as ‘not that bad’ now? That’s wild. Don’t show me ‘bad’, okay? I don’t think my little heart can handle it.”

Greyson flipped Elijah off at that, and turned back to his computer. The two of them sat, working silently except for the occasional riff or cough from Greyson, until it was time to get ready for service.

All was well. At least, that’s what Greyson thought.

***

“HhhNGSTH-uh! HTSHH-uhn! Hh...hhRTTSHH-oo!”

Ah, fuck, Greyson thought as he watched Elijah slip out of his car. I’m an ass.

***

On Tuesday, there were a myriad of clues Greyson didn’t notice.

He didn’t notice the Elijah slunk into the kitchen an hour later than he normally did; unheard of for him. The chef had been busy prepping when his boss made his way to their office and sunk into his chair, fingers pressed into his aching eye sockets.

“Morning, boss,” Mark said, stopping into the office. Elijah looked up, bleary, and Mark’s face shifted into one of concern. “You alright?”

“Greyson’s fuckin’ cold,” he muttered, coughing hard into his elbow. “It’s a fuckin’ bear.”

Mark put an easy hand on his boss’s forehead, his face knotted with anxiety. “Take anything?” he asked. Elijah shook his head.

“Not yet,” he said. “But I will. Don’t worry.”

He didn’t notice when Elijah ducked out back to have a drawn-out fit of sneezing; Greyson was inside, lecturing Matt and Mark on exactly how to put together the dinner they were going to be doing in Rochester the next day when his boss pushed outside into the cold of the alley. Elijah had managed to collect himself just as Greyson followed him out the back kitchen doors.

“Christ,” Greyson said shaking his head and sitting down on a milk crate next to his boss. “Sometimes, man. This job is like running a fuckin’ daycare.”

Elijah nodded, unsure of how his voice would sound if he spoke. They sat in silence for a few moments, until Greyson produced a pack of cigarettes.

“Bum one?” he asked Elijah, shaking two from the pack. “I owe you.”

“Sure,” Elijah said, his voice cracking on the single syllable. Greyson lit them both up, didn’t mention his boss’s voice. He took a long drag while Elijah ducked into his elbow.

“NTSH! GTSH! HTSH!” Elijah stifled a volley of sneezes into his shirt, sat up near-gasping. He turned toward Greyson, stared at his friend, waiting – what for, he wasn’t entirely sure. Pity? Sympathy? Acknowledgment?

Whatever he was looking for, he didn’t get it. Greyson stubbed out his cigarette and stood without a word. “See you back in there, boss,” he said.

The un-smoked cigarette hung from Elijah’s fingers, burning bright in his hand. He sneezed once, uncovered, creating a cloud of condensation in front of his face. He stubbed the cigarette out, choked back a cough, and headed back inside.

Greyson didn’t even notice when, at nine PM, Elijah parked himself in their closed-off private dining room and laid his head down on the stripped table, cool marble on his overheated face.

“Lij? Boss?” Elijah heard the voice come in before he could sit himself upright. He turned blearily towards the door and saw Matt standing in the doorway, his face painted with concern.

“Shit, Lij, you look like fuckin’ hell,” Matt said, sitting next to Elijah. “I mean, Mark said you weren’t well but Jesus Christ.”

“’m okay,” Elijah shrugged, and turned away from Matt. “Huh! HhIGSTZH-oo! ITSHZH-uh!” He hitched in preparation of another sneeze, sighed when it escaped him.

“Bless you,” Matt said. “I came in to tell you that Greyson wanted your input on a dish he’s working on in the back, but I’ll tell him to fuck off. You need to go home.”

Wanted input on a dish. Elijah would have snorted if he was sure it wouldn’t have ended in a disaster of a mess; of course he wanted his input. The man was in the fucking clouds, apparently; too high to realize he’d left his best friend sunk in the muck that was this nightmare of a headcold.

“That would be great, Mbatt,” Elijah said, attempting a smile. “Thangk you.”

Greyson didn’t even notice, Elijah knew without knowing, that his boss had left without saying goodnight.

***

“Elijah, fuck, dude I’m so sorry for dragging you out here.”

The GM just shrugged, clearly too tired and ill to make a quip. He ran the sleeve of his NYU sweatshirt under his running nose and moved slowly towards the back door. The keys shook in his hand; it took what felt like an eon to open it.

Finally, the door swung open. “You’re in,” Elijah said, his voice barely a whisper. “Do you thingk you cand handle tondight on your own?”

“Yeah, of course, boss, but… shit. Lij, I’m so sorry dude. I can’t believe I didn’t notice you were sick, I mean -”

Elijah held up a hand to stop the chef’s babbling. “Grey,” he rasped, “it’s okay. We’ll call it you getti’g even at mbe for ndever ndoticing you were sick when you first started.”

“That was six years ago. You had an excuse, you didn’t even know me; I know you, I know when you’re sick, I feel like such an ass. I’ve been wracking my brain, pacing around back here trying to figure out how I didn’t realize -”

“HTSHH-oo! ETSCHHH-uh!” Elijah cut the chef off again, folded in half, his face in his sleeve. He sucked in through his nose, stood slowly.

“Bless,” Greyson said, guiltily.

“Thangks,” Elijah said. “And it’s okay. Ndo one is infallible.” He shivered, rubbed his arms with his hands. Greyson held the door open.

“Obviously if you don’t want to stay you don’t have to,” he said, “but… if you want to hang for a bit, I can make you some tea? Or soup? Make it up to you for coming out here because of my stupidity?”

Elijah attempted a scoff that ended in a cough. “Greyson. It’s really okay.”

“I feel badly,” Greyson admitted. They stood locked in that old game of chicken yet again. This time, it was Elijah that broke the spell.

“HRRRSHH-uhh! Goddamn,” he muttered, shaking his head. He looked up at Greyson, forgiveness written on his pallid face. “Mbe too,” he said, stepping into the kitchen. “This cold is a fuckin’ mbonster.”

Greyson laughed, an almost-hysterical sound that made palpable his relief at being forgiven. “Oh, Lij,” he said, closing the door behind them, “no one knows that better than me.”

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youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms · 1 year

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I Would Tell Them If I Could, But I Can't

Words: 1823

Warnings: angst, reference to reader and Spencer having previous relationship, probably poor writing and OOC characters but whatever

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Reader and Spencer had a relationship for about 2 years before they broke up and then they just kinda slept with one another after bad cases which lead to the reader getting pregnant. They kinda have a co-parenting lifestyle where reader is the "lead" parent and Spencer get's child (Avery) on weekends and some weekday

Only Hotch and Strauss and JJ and Emily know (Hotch because he's her boss, Strauss because she's Hotch's boss, JJ because she's Spencer best friend, and Emily because she's reader's best friend)

Takes place during JJ and Will's wedding/the end of Hit/Run (Yes, I am aware that Emily also left in this episode, it basically was a double whammy. Except the whole team knew about Emily but not about reader)

I literally forgot about this...it's been sitting in my drafts for about 1-2 weeks lol

This was originally written for my OC Abby (which will be posted on my other account @imnotobsessedwfictionalchracters later)

Anywho, enjoy

Love Z <3

Y/N stared at her friends laughing and dancing around in Rossi’s backyard. She watched as Avery chased Henry and Jack around with a stick. She watched as everyone was happy. And she could tell that they were truly happy. Happier than they had been since Emily’s “death”. She wanted to keep it that way, but she knew that soon it would change. They go into the office on Monday and see her desk cleared. She placed the papers on Hotch’s desk yesterday morning. Before they were called down to the bank. She had no idea if he had seen them. But it didn’t matter. She was changing to work with the CIA. It was a better job. Better hours. Not much of a better pay...but she would get to be home for Avery more.

So she felt like this was a good goodbye. Everyone smiling and happy for JJ and Will. No one had to know about her resignation. Not yet. She knew it was cruel, leaving that down to Hotch to tell them. But she thinks it would be easier for her. She already knew that she wouldn’t be able to handle Penny’s crying. The only person who knew was Spencer. And him trying to convince her to stay was hard enough. She knew that if she had everyone trying, she would give in and let them convince her to stay.

“Does anyone know?” She jumped slightly at her Unit Chief's voice. He let out a small chuckle, “Sorry, I should have announced myself. I know you aren’t in the space to not be startled by someone coming up beside you.”

“It’s fine Hotch.” She blew out a bit of air, “And except for you and Strauss, it’s Spencer.” She crossed her arms, “Figured I had to tell him since he’s taking Avery this weekend.”

“Oh yeah? Where is he taking her?”

She laughed, “God I wish I knew. He’s keeping it a secret.”

“So, the CIA?”

She nodded, “They’ve been trying to get me since before that talk you had with us a few months ago.” She looked at him, “About the budget cuts. I was going to talk to you about it that day, but you walked out so fast I never had the time. And then we just kept getting cases so I never had the time to breach the subject with you.”

He nodded, “So what made you decide to take it?”

She looked back at everyone, “Something JJ had said about her time at the Pentagon and something Strauss told me.”

“Which was?”

“JJ told me that while she missed us, she would never deny how happy it made her to get to see Henry more. And to not have to worry about being pulled out and away from him randomly. More stable hours. All of it.” She pushed some hair out of her face, “I talked to who would be my boss to see if that would be possible. They offered me a different position. One I could only get with Strauss’s permission. That was how she found out and I started on the papers.”

“And what did Strauss say?”

“To think of Avery. To think of what would be better for her. And I did. The job at the CIA provides more stability. It’s more of an executive role. I could be home at a more reasonable time. And it’s a closer drive than it is to Quantico. Plus, it is a promotion.” She laughed, “I actually was in disbelief of Strauss convincing me to take it.”

Hotch laughed with her, “That is a strange feat.” He sighed, “So today was your last day.” She nodded, “And you’re leaving the responsibility to tell the team to me, aren’t you?”

She sighed, “It’s not like it’s what I want to do, but it’s easier for me. I don’t think I could handle Penny’s crying.”

He nodded, “You know you’ll just have her showing up at your apartment in tears, correct?”

“Yes, but she’ll also show up with a container of cookies. So it’s more of a win than a loss.”

“I can’t deny that one.” Hotch turned to face her, “It’s been a pleasure to work with you these past 4 years. And if you ever wish to return, the BAU will be happy to have you back.”

She smiled at him, for once she wasn’t surprised to see a smile on his face. If there was one thing Y/N had to say about Hotch, it was that he could be predictable. And she knew that he was going for a handshake, the more professional option, but she wrapped her arms around him. While he could be a pain in her ass sometimes, she would never deny that he knew when she needed a break and forced her to take it. And she wouldn’t deny that sometimes she saw him more as a father than a boss, which she knew was what he wanted sometimes.

“Thank you for not getting upset and trying to convince me to stay, Hotch.”

“If I know anything, Y/N, it’s that sometimes you need to make the choice that would be better for your kid. It may not always be the easiest, but it’s the best.” He pulled away, “I’m going to head back to the party before anyone becomes too suspicious of us talking.”

She laughed, “They are profilers afterall, I think they got suspicious the second you smiled.”

He laughed as he walked away, “That much is true.”

And as he walked away, she saw Spencer was walking towards her with Avery on his hip. She gave them a soft smile as they neared.

“Someone here is getting tired.”

“Aw,” She took Avery from Spencer’s arms, “Is my little girl tired.” Avery nodded softly, “Okay, it is getting late. We’ll soon.” Avery nodded again and laid her head on Y/N's shoulder.

“So, did you tell him?”

Y/N nodded, “Pretty sure it was reluctantly, but he approved my resignation letter. I start Monday.”

He sighed, “You know that the only reason I didn’t really fight you was because it’ll be better for Avery. Otherwise I would have argued with you. And won.”

She hummed, “Nah, I would definitely have won and not given in. Only Penny can out-argue me and I will accept defeat from.”

He laughed, “That’s understandable. Like, totally and completely understandable.”

“Well, I think that I am going to go on out, join me out front in about 10?”

He nodded, “You gonna get my keys from the bowl?”

She nodded, “Yep, I’ll get them and transfer the stuff to your car.” She sighed, “I’ll go tell everyone bye. And try to avoid promising to see them on Monday.”

He laughed, “That’s gonna be a hard one.”

“Shh,” She hushed me, “Let me dream.”

She followed Spencer down and saw as he went to talk with Emily and Rossi. So she started with Penelope and Derek. Derek saw her walking over to them and threw his signature smile at her. “Hey Pretty Girl, how can we help you?”

“Hey, I’m gonna head out. Avery here is all tired out. So I think I’ll see y’all later.”

Penelope gave her a goofy smile, “Yeaaaah. We’ll see you on Monday!”

Y/N's smile faltered slightly before she kept it up, “Yeah! Totally! See you later.”

She blew a kiss at Penelope and brought Avery’s sleepy hand to wave at the two as she walked over to Emily and Rossi. She told them the same and soon enough she was walking over to Will and JJ. JJ shot her a happy, but tired smile.

“Hey, you heading out?”

Y/N nodded, “Yeah, Avery is all tuckered out so I’m gonna take her home.”

JJ raised an eyebrow, “You or...?”

Y/N laughed, “He is. But I’m leaving first to be able to switch everything over to his car.”

JJ laughed, “Alright. I’ll see you on Monday?”

Y/N froze for a brief moment. Thought that she should maybe tell her the truth. But she didn’t. She just smiled and nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you Monday.” She waved at them both, didn’t even try to have Avery wave as the small girl was dead asleep. “Bye JJ. Bye Will. Tell Henry bye for me.”

Henry nodded, “We will.”

Avery walked away from them and then out to the front of the house. She grabbed both hers and Spencer's keys from the bowl on the table and walked out of the house. She walked down to her car and carefully opened it without waking Avery up. She was able to move everything from her car to Spencer’s without waking the small girl on her hip. Just as she was getting Avery ready to place in Spencer’s car, he walked out.

He gave her a soft smile as he got closer. “Is she asleep?”

Y/N glanced at him as she was buckling Avery in. “Yeah, she fell asleep as I was talking with Emily and Rossi.” She kissed Avery’s temple before carefully shutting the door. “So, when will I learn what you are taking her to do this weekend?”

He hummed, “Never if I have anything to say about it.”

She smirked, “So evil Spencer Reid, oh so evil.” She sighed and leaned against his car door, “Are you really okay with me leaving?”

He crossed his arms, “If I’m going to be perfectly honest? Absolutely not. But I know that it is what’s best. For your mental health and for Avery.” He sighed, “You know that the team is going to be upset that you’re leaving without telling them.”

She nodded, “I know, Spence, I know. But as you said, it’s what’s best for me and for Avery. And besides, Hotch said that if I wanted to rejoin, I always could. So who knows,” She shrugged, “I could end up being JJ and coming back because I miss this all too much.”

He laughed, “Maybe I’ll hope for that.”

She rolled her eyes, “Yeah, maybe.” She said, “I’m gonna go now. I’ll see you later, alright?”

He nodded, “Yeah, I’ll see you later.”

Y/N walked away from Spencer and back to her car. And as she got into the front and started it, she smiled sadly as she listened to “This Year’s Love” by David Gray played through her speakers. As she drove home, she thought about the past nearly 5 years she lived on this team. All of the good and bad things that had happened in the past years. All of the good and bad memories that she had.

She knew she still had more to go through. More to learn. More to live. But she was happy to have lived this life the past years of her life.

“We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” ― Tim McGraw

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welcometojackass2022 · 1 year

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Stay On Task (Dom!Ryan Dunn x Reader) [Smut]

@butttxray This one’s for you <3 thanks for the awesome request and I hope you enjoy this :)

This contains direct excerpts from Motley Crue’s autobiography, The Dirt. Kinda fitting since Jeff Tremaine directed the movie version of it.

Description: Ryan punishes you for some recent misbehaving by having you read a book aloud while he eats you out. For every mistake you make, he adds another five minutes of not letting you cum.

Warnings: Female Reader, Cursing, Smut (Oral Sex, Female Receiving), Dom Ryan/Sub Reader dynamic, Praise Kink, Teasing, Punishment, Orgasm Delay, Ryan’s such a dick in a good way

@asskickedbygirl tagging you as always!

“You are in so much trouble, baby, I hope you know that.” Ryan led you onto the elevator and pressed the button to the floor the two of you were staying on, shooting you a disapproving look as the doors to the elevator closed. You tried your best to hide the smirk on your face as you threw your hands up with fake innocence. “What did I do, Ry? You said you wanted me to get to know your friends a little bit more during the party and I did.” He shot you another look. “Talking to Bam and Novak about our sex life is not what I meant.” The elevator door opened, and you protested as you followed him to the hotel room. “I’m not the one who started the conversation! Novak asked if I boss you around during sex, and I said it was the other way around, and then Bam asked if you ever spank me, and I didn’t wanna be rude and lie so I said yes, and then it just kinda spiraled from there until we left the party. I think they like me, if that’s any consolation. They want me to come to the next party Bam throws, too.” Ryan rolled his eyes, looking the slightest bit amused as he opened the door to the hotel room and led you inside. “That doesn’t console me at all, but I’m glad you hit it off with them at least. Next time I’m gonna keep Novak away from you. He’s a bad influence.”

You laughed, setting your purse down on the hotel couch and kicking off your shoes, and Ryan walked up behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing his lips against your neck as he spoke into your ear with a low, serious tone. “I meant what I said, baby. You’re in a whole lot of trouble.” The implications of his words made you shiver, and you turned around to face him, letting him pull you right up against him as you stared up at him with a look of fake innocence. “Am I?” He leaned his forehead against yours, giving you a quick kiss on the lips as he raised his eyebrows emphatically. “Yes, you are. Finish whatever you need to do and then strip down to your panties and lay down on the bed for me. I’m gonna go to the bathroom and when I get back you better be right there on that bed waiting for me, got it?” You nodded obediently, and he smacked your ass playfully and walked away, leaving you to quickly strip down to your panties. You made your way onto the bed, leaning back against the pillows as you waited for him to come back, trying to hide the smirk that was threatening to appear on your face. You’d known perfectly well that Ryan was gonna punish you if you acted out like that at the party, which was why you did it in the first place.

Of course, Ryan was probably well aware of the fact that you’d done it on purpose (he’d have to be naive to think otherwise, given that this wasn’t the first time you’d done something on purpose to get him to punish you), but he was always more than happy to go along with it since it gave him an excuse to have a little fun with you. Sure enough, he was clearly hiding a pleased look as he came back into the room, eyes running over your body appreciatively as he stopped to reach into one of his bags for something; whatever it was, he hid it behind his back with one arm as he walked over to the bed, leaning down to give you a soft kiss as he rubbed your cheek with the thumb of his free hand. “You look so pretty like this, baby.” You smiled appreciatively at the nice little compliment, and he motioned for you to sit up a little more against the pillows, crawling onto the bed himself to sit comfortably between your legs. He revealed what was behind his back—a paperback book. Motley Crue’s The Dirt, to be exact. You took it from him, slightly confused, and he smiled slightly at your bewildered expression. “You know how books work, don’t you? Open it to the first chapter.” You did as he asked, opening it to Chapter 1, and he grabbed your legs and threw them over each of his shoulders so his head was between your thighs, his mouth just inches away from your bare pussy as he stared up at you with a look of anticipation. “Start reading aloud. Read every single word, and say them all clearly. Every word you mess up will be another five minutes that you don’t get to cum. Understand, baby?”

Your eyes widened. Having you read a book while Ryan ate you out was definitely something new; usually, your punishments involved either getting a spanking or being edged while he fucked you, but you saw no reason to complain. You preferred more creative punishments like this anyway since they were less predictable and more exciting. You got comfortable against the pillows, eyes drifting down to the first line of the book, and you began to read aloud as Ryan pressed his lips against your pussy through the thin material of your soft panties. “Her name was Bullwinkle. We called her that because she had a face like a moose. But Tommy, even though he could get any girl he wanted on the Sunset Strip—” Ryan ran the tip of his tongue over your clit through the panties, and you cut off with a sharp gasp. He sent you a quick warning look. “Keep reading, baby, don’t mess up.” He pulled the hem of your panties down your thighs with his teeth, moving his hands under your ass to push your body up off the bed so he could pull the panties all the way off to expose your bare pussy to the cold air. You tried again. “But Tommy, even though he could get any girl he wanted on the Sunset Strip, would not break up with her. He loved her and wanted to marry her, he kept telling us, because she could spray her cum across the road—room.” You messed up the last word as Ryan ran his tongue over your clit, and he smirked. “That’ll be another five minutes.”

Man, this was gonna be harder than you thought. You knew what Ryan meant by five minutes; once he got you to the brink of cumming, he’d make you wait another five minutes before he’d actually let you cum. Unless of course you made another mistake, in which case he’d make you wait even longer. He dragged his tongue over the lips of your pussy again, clearly enjoying how much you were already struggling with the punishment, and you shakily resumed your reading, trying your best to read as slowly and carefully as possible so you wouldn’t mess up again. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t just cum she sent flying around the house. It was dishes, clothes, chairs, fists—basically anything within reach of her temper.” Ryan’s face was barely half an inch from your pussy at this point, his hands gripping your thighs intensely as he slid his tongue over your wet folds, his eyes locked on you with a dark look as he waited to see if you would mess up again. You were determined not to mess up again, and so you kept going. “Up until then, and I’d lived in Compton, I’d never seen anyone get that violent. One wrong word or look would cause her to explode in a jealous rage—oh fuck.” Ryan suddenly attached his lips to your clit and intensely sucked on it without any warning, pulling away with a smug look when you faltered once again in your reading. “That’s another five.”

You whined in protest. “You did that on purpose.” Ryan smiled. “You mean like how you pulled that little stunt at the party to piss me off on purpose? It’s called a punishment for a reason, baby, it’s not meant to be easy. Keep reading.” He slid his tongue over your clit and sucked on it again, and you moaned softly under your breath as you tried to force yourself to focus on the words on the page. “One night, Tommy tried to keep her away by jamming the door to the house shut—the lock was long since broken from being repeatedly kicked in by the police—and she grabbed a fire extinguisher and threw it through the plate-glass window to get inside.” You looked down at Ryan with a slightly proud expression; so far, that was the farthest you’d read without messing up a word or getting distracted by his ministrations. He just raised his eyebrows and kissed a line up your inner thigh. “Well? Keep going.” You rolled your eyes at his dismissiveness, but continued on. “The police returned later that night and drew their guns on Tommy while Nikki and I hid in the bathroom. I’m not sure which we were more scared of: Bullwinkle or the cop—holy shit.” You cut yourself off once again with an exclamation of shock when Ryan suddenly buried his face into your pussy, pushing his tongue into your wet folds and licking a circle over your sensitive clit.

He just barely pulled his mouth away long enough to admonish you. “That’s another five minutes, honey.” Ryan quickly pushed his mouth against your pussy again, eating you out like a starving beggar who couldn’t afford to stop tasting you for even a second, and you tried to read a few more lines from the book as you held back your moans. “Um…fuck. We never repaired the window. That would have been too much work. People would pour into the house, located near the Whiskey A Go-Go, for after-hour parties, either through the broken window or the…the…oh fuck, Ryan, that feels so fucking good.” You couldn’t focus on the book anymore, all of your attention on grinding up against Ryan’s face as he sucked on your pussy, his beard lightly scratching against your thighs. Ryan pulled away again, raising his eyebrows at you and nodding towards the book. “You wanna stop now? You’ll still have to wait fifteen minutes, but I won’t make you read anymore if you can’t handle it.” You nodded, desperately bucking your hips up, and he gently took the book away from you and set it on the table beside the bed, quickly turning his attention back to your dripping pussy. “Alright, fifteen minutes starts now.” He dove back in, his hands squeezing at your thighs for support as he pressed his lips against your clit, eagerly lapping up your wetness with his tongue.

You grabbed at his hair, running your fingers through it as you tried to gently push his head further down against your sensitive pussy. He pressed your hips down against the bed to keep you from bucking up against him as his tongue drifted over your folds, and you extended one of your hands out, silently asking him to link his fingers through yours, which he gladly obliged. You squeezed his hand in yours as you held it, your free hand still tugging at his hair as he dragged his lips over your clit, feeling yourself already close to cumming, which Ryan seemed to instantly pick up on as he pulled away with a smug little look. “Not so fast, baby, you’ve still got ten minutes.” You whined softly, and he leaned up to stroke your face with his free hand, gently shushing you. “You’re so pretty when you get all red and whiny like this, baby. Just be patient, okay? We’re almost done.” You nodded, wrapping your legs tighter around his shoulders so your thighs were clamped around his head, and he buried his face in your pussy again, sucking on the lips of your pussy and running his tongue over your clit in little circles. The ten minutes seemed to go by agonizingly slow; every time you seemed close to cumming, Ryan would pull away, quieting your protests with soft praises and thigh kisses.

Finally, as the ten minutes got closer to their end, Ryan focused his attention solely on sucking on your clit, moving his free hand to rub at your wet pussy to push you closer to orgasm. You moaned loudly, pushing Ryan’s head as far down as you could as you ground your pussy up against his mouth, head back against the pillows as you chased your orgasm. “Fuck, please can I cum now, Ryan? Please?” Ryan barely pulled his mouth away long enough to give you a breathless reply. “Yes, baby, go ahead and cum for me, let me taste you.” You came with a loud whine, bucking your hips up against his mouth as you rode out your orgasm, feeling his grip on your thighs tighten as he eagerly lapped up your juices and cleaned your pussy out with his tongue. You laid back against the bed, feeling your whole body relax as the afterglow washed over you, lazily stroking Ryan’s hair as he finished cleaning up your cum. He kissed a line up your inner thighs and then pulled your panties back up, leaning up to kiss you on the lips before getting up to grab your pajamas out of your suitcase, which he then helped you put on. You grabbed his hand and pulled him down into bed beside you, wrapping your arms around him to cuddle him closer to you. He kissed the top of your head and smiled.

“All good?” You nodded, smiling back. “All good. I always forget how good you are with your tongue, Ry.” He raised his eyebrows, pulling you closer and gently rubbing his hands over your hips. “You forget? It’s what I’m best at, baby, how could you forget? Maybe I need to do it more often.” You laughed. “I won’t complain if you do. Oh shit, I should probably pay you back for that. Do you want me to give you a blown on or something to make it even?” Ryan shook his head, pulling your head down onto his chest and gently kissing your neck. “No, baby, don’t worry about that tonight. Let’s just lay here for a little bit. You don’t always have to pay me back, I like doing stuff like that for you. Even if it’s a punishment.” You smirked. “No offense, Ry, but that was hardly a real punishment compared to some of the other punishments you’ve given me. You’re too soft.” Ryan playfully rolled his eyes. “Why would you tell me that? Now I’m not gonna use it as a punishment anymore, you could’ve just kept your mouth shut and had an easy punishment from now on.” You grimaced. “I didn’t think about that…forget I said anything.” He laughed, sounding slightly tired as he leaned down and pulled the covers over the two of you. “Tell you what. I’ll try to forget about that as long as you promise not to forget how good I am at eating you out.” You smiled. “Sounds like a deal.”

#ryan dunn #ryan dunn x reader #ryan dunn smut #ryan dunn imagine #jackass #jackass x reader #jackass smut #jackass imagine #jackass fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #viva la bam #cky crew #cky #bam margera #motley crue #the dirt

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bagopucks · 1 year

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J. Drysdale - Island Of Love

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Jamie Drysdale x Fem!Oc

Word Count: 4.3k

Warning(s): Heartbreak. Trevor’s a teensy bit mean.. but not like really mean.. just kinda like.. blunt.

It was supposed to be a reader insert, but then I decided to do this in Jamie’s point of view, so I did this one a little different.

It was not my plan to spend 4 straight hours on this.. it’s 4:00 am right now.. but I had a blast with it anyway..

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“Oh dude! We’re gonna have so much fun! I’ve got us booked on so many things. Snorkeling, and deep sea fishing… oh! Oh! And they even have these cool bars that look super neat in the evenings.”

Trevor was the best friend I could ever ask for… in that moment… he felt like the most insufferable.

He promised to get me out of the house after the season was over. With the recovery from my surgery going fairly well, and the overwhelming need to do anything, Trevor suggested a trip to Hawaii.

I would blame it on the fact that I’d gone stir crazy.. that’s why I agreed to go on this trip. To fly over the ocean. To go spend two weeks on an island surrounded by ocean.. to go swimming in the ocean. I was too pale on a day to day basis for Trevor to even notice how sick I felt on the flight there. The first step out of the airport was the most surprising. The world was entirely different. It almost made me feel bad for stepping on such beautiful grass with off white shoes that used to be the color of perfection.

“Aloha, visitor!” A beautiful voice caught my ear, with an accent I simply couldn’t place other than calling it Hawaiian. My eyes scanned the crowds before landing on a woman who looked half my size.

She waltzed over with grace, her dark curly hair bounced with each step she took. Mesmerizing.

The woman pulled the pink lei from her neck. This was a tradition I was aware of. One I had read up on before Trevor and I left California. I dipped my head in both a respectful manner, and to help her reach. She slipped the lei over my head, her hands sliding along the length of it as I lifted my head back up to meet her gaze.

I had never seen anybody so beautiful. Dark eyes, even darker hair. She had a beautiful tan, and the white of her cropped top looked much better than my shoes.

“Mālama ‘āina.” Her words made no sense to me, and I smiled nervously in response.

“I don’t understand you…” this made her smile falter. My gaze drifted toward Trevor, who was trying to strike up conversation with the woman who had greeted him.

“Take care of the land.” My eyes snapped back in her direction. Her accent was so beautiful. I swallowed and nodded.

“I am Eleu.” Oh god. Of all people. Why was my heart beating fast for a girl I’d never seen before?

“Jimmy- Jim! Jame.. Jamie.” Mhm. Yeah. Fourth time’s a charm. Her nose scrunched at me.

“Welcome, Jamie.”

Trevor found me not long after he finished speaking to his own greeter. He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and began to drag me off out of the welcoming area they’d been in.

“I booked us this cool little hut looking thing.” I did my best to push the interaction to the back of my mind. She was a random woman, embarrassing myself in front of her should have meant nothing. I embarrassed myself in front of people every day.

“Where’s it at?” I engaged in the once one sided conversation.

“Like.. the other side of the island.”

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Trevor and I spent a lot of our first day traveling and settling into the small shoreside hut. It was made for tourism, I could tell, but I was more interested in the wilderness of the island. The things deeper inland. Things that weren’t the ocean. Instead, Trevor had dragged me out to the beach the second the sun rose on day two, insisting I needed a little time outside.

I didn’t know if there was a specific amount of sunscreen one could use before it became harmful to your skin. But I’d rather go out using sunscreen than having the worst sunburn of my entire life.

We were seated in beach chairs on the sand, Trevor laid out with a drink in his hand -which he bought after walking down the beach to find a bar-. I was leaned back in my own chair, hands clasped together over my stomach with a hat on in hopes of shielding my face from the sun.

“Doesn’t get much better than this, does it Jame?” Trevor’s voice broke me from my trance.

I shrugged.

“It’s pretty cool.” I should have been more excited, I knew that, but I couldn’t shake the nagging anxieties in the back of my head.

The ocean was so vast and unknown.. what if it just rose up and swallowed us whole?

“Seriously?” My head turned to look at Trevor when he spoke again. He shifted and sat up, turning his body sideways to face me.

“You gotta go on a walk or something. This might be the best vacation you ever get, and you’re spending it like a baby.”

He meant nothing by the harshness of his words, but they stung anyway.

“Go touch some grass. Or better yet,” Trevor stopped, then pointed a stiff arm at the water. “Go for a swim.”

All of a sudden, the walk idea hadn’t sounded so bad.

“I’ll just- you’re probably right. I just need to loosen up.” I reached for my t-shirt, taking it from where it had been draped over the back of my chair. “I’ll be back later.”

I never minded walks down the beach in Anaheim. I preferred to keep my distance from the water, but the walking aspect was relaxing.

I found through my stroll, that where we stayed must have been a generally private area. There weren’t many people around aside from a few families and kids.

Eventually though, nobody was around at all. I had stopped to stare down the length of the beach. Nothing. Then I heard screams and giggles erupt from the area around me. I turned my back to the ocean, facing up the sand where it slowly turned to grass. A building resided there, with a small pavilion beside it. Kids were running rampant. I felt a strong sense of discomfort. I was not supposed to be there.

“Hey!” Was it creepy to recognize her voice? I looked toward the pavilion to see the same woman from the day before, dressed in a breezy blouse and a pair of shorts. Beautiful.

“Hey!” A bright smile painted my lips as I raised a hand to wave. Some of the kids around her stopped to look, but most were too busy running about.

“You are not supposed to be here.” She made her way to the edge of the grass, I took a cautious step back. My smile fell, as did my hand.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.. I didn’t know.” I could have called her by her name, but honestly.. I didn’t remember it.

“Did you not see the sign?” I slowly looked over my shoulder. Not a sign in sight. So I squinted. She got impatient quickly.

“It says Kapu.” I looked back up at her.

“I don’t understand your language.” I reminded her. She huffed.

“Keep out.”

“Tourists.” My gaze fell to the ground after she turned to walk away. Her behavior was a stark contrast to the kind greeting I received from before. I knew some places had a disliking for tourism, but I couldn’t understand why she would greet people so kindly if she resented them. Or why she would even offer to do it.

At that point, I had come to the conclusion to end my walk. I never spoke a word about the encounter to Trevor when I got back. He looked bewildered that I was still as tense as before. Maybe even more tense.

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On Wednesday night, Trevor had clued me in on our next set of plans. I didn’t pick up on it until he mentioned dancing. In the movies they always depicted traditional Hawaiian luau’s as dancing.

When we got there, I realized it was nothing like that. And Eleu was there. Again. Trevor and I had found ourselves enjoying various traditional courses while the entertainment went on.

“I wish we had stuff like this in Anaheim.” I only nodded in agreement as I adjusted the hat on my head. I would have loved to see things like this back in California, but this is a culture that is not exactly ‘California’ esque.

Despite all there was to see, my eyes always drifted to Eleu. The fabric skirt she wore, each flap of green shaped to look like a palm frond, flowed in the gentle breeze. She was kind again. Kind to those around her, and kind to the people she served. I did not understand. I wanted to.. but I didn’t.

I came to find out later, that she wore the skirt to perform with a group of women who looked around her age. Around our age. She was a dancer. An elegant one at that. There was a story to be told in the music, but I could not interpret the movements. I still knew nothing about the culture. But I decided perhaps I could change that.

It turns out. It is incredibly hard to find somebody on an island. I did not know her name, and I did not know anything about her. The idea of simply going to where I found her before crossed my mind, but I tried the respectful route first. I didn’t want to trespass if I didn’t have to. I knew how upset it made her the first time.

When I came up empty, I put on a brave face, and made the trek back down the beach. I fidgeted most of the way there, uncertain of what I’d say or do. How I’d speak to her. When I got there, I was surprised to see Eleu out in the pavilion, surrounded by a large group of kids. I couldn’t hear her voice, but her movements looked animated enough to be telling a story. There were other adults around, but I was still hesitant to get too close. I had no doubt she was protective of those kids.

I must have waited around fifteen minutes, watching like a creep, until Eleu had seemingly dismissed the group of children. They’d gone to find the adults, and were eventually ushered away from the building.

“Now or never.” My hockey mentality just might get me killed on this one.

I stepped off the sand and into the grass. I approached with caution while Eleu had grabbed a broom. Her back was turned. I should have stopped and waited before she was looking to step onto the wooden platform of the pavilion. But mistakes were made too late.

She whipped around so quickly it had me raising my hands in surrender.

“You’re doing it on purpose now.” Eleu’s words were sharp. Her gaze traced my figure before she glared into my eyes.

“I came to talk to you?”

“You trespassed.” Not one of my finest ideas.

“Please?”

Eleu placed a hand on her hip, cocking it to the side. She was in no mood to handle this situation.

“There’s a lot of culture here. I was just curious if maybe.. you seem to know your stuff. I thought, I could ask for a little background?” She didn’t look convinced.

“You? With your hats,” she turned the broom in her hand, holding it near the bristles while she tipped the handle up toward my head. “And your loud friend?”

“No, he’s not in on this.. just me and my hats..” a nervous chuckle fell from my lips. I did not understand the need to insult what I wore on my head.

“The island would not accept you.. she doesn’t take well to your type.”

“Think so?” It was impulsive. Something I would have said to Trevor in the midst of a challenging statement. Eleu’s gaze softened, but her brow furrowed in confusion.

“I know so.” It was like she wasn’t sure how to respond, before backing up previous statements.

“Show me how she would accept me.” It wasn’t a demand.. I’d call it more of a suggestion.

“I don’t like tourists.” She shook her head.

“You called me a visitor.” I had her in checkmate once again.

Eleu stared me down, slowly leaning the broom against the closest wall. She spoke through gritted teeth;

“I am free in the evenings.”

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“No dinner plans? You’re telling me I just have to figure it out for myself?” Trevor groaned from the opposite end of the tiny hut. I shrugged.

“You’ll be fine! I just wanted to call my mom for a little while.” I knew the excuse would only work once or twice, but I decided I’d cross the bridge of others when I got there.

“This sucks.” Though he’d been ‘bummed’, Trevor was still busy trying to pick a pair of shoes to go out. “Not even gonna let me say hi to momma Drysdale?”

I shook my head and laughed softly at Trevor’s nickname for my mother.

“You’ll call if you need something though.. yeah?” I nodded.

“Promise me, Jimmy.”

“I promise.”

The moment Trevor was out, I was slipping on a hat and headed back down the beach. Though the walk was tedious, I did enjoy knowing I was getting some exercise in. I hadn’t been the most active during my injured period.

I found Eleu waiting for me sitting in the grass, not ever far from that building. I had a hunch it was a school building.

“Jamie.” I liked the way my name sounded from her lips. I also liked the way she looked under the glow of the sun.

“Hey.” I was just as nervous as the day we met. I wondered if I’d ever get comfortable around her.

“Come sit.” I did as told, finding a seat in the grass next to her.

“I do not like you.” I could only nod. We’ve established that already. “My tūtū insisted I do this.” My brow furrowed at the name. Another word I did not understand.

“Your…” I wanted to attempt the word, but I knew I would not say it well enough.

“Grandma.”

I quiet ‘oh’ fell from my lips in understanding.

“She suggested we start with Hula. It tells a story. We dance to worship the creator of our universe.” Eleu slowly turned to face me, and I found myself doing the same out of respect for the woman. My eyes fixated on her, but my mind was lost in the words she spoke. She told me about the ideals of her people presented through dance. She told me of the Gods they worship and the stories told. Both tragic and happy. Then she was up, and leading me down to the ocean.

I tensed. Her gentle hold on my hand almost slipped as I tried to pull away. She was quick to grip tighter. Eleu looked back at me, once calm eyes now expecting me to give up.

“I don’t like the ocean.” Her brow furrowed. She didn’t know what to say again. Caught off guard and in confusion.

“You can’t have land without the ocean.”

It was my turn to look confused.

“Water balances.” She turned it into a teaching moment. She grabbed the hat off my head and tossed it somewhere behind us. Eleu and I spent most of the sunset side by side on the wet sand. She taught me something she said she often taught the kids in her class. Simple, easy to follow and remember. But my heart fluttered all the same when she looked to me every so often to nod in approval. There was no music, but Eleu did hum occasionally. Her voice was calm. Relaxing. I still hated the ocean, but i understood her words a bit more as we danced.

“You never told me what story this one tells.” It wasn’t perfect. My dancing was far from it, but I thought I kept up with her fairly well.

“The tragedy of a girl who thinks the God’s sent her a man to love.”

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The next time I saw Eleu, she explained the depth behind the story. It was one of her own she said she often told the kids to teach them of the dangers of impulsiveness. We sat in the grass outside of the school building. Occasionally, Eleu would speak a Hawaiian word and pause. At first I hadn’t understood what she wanted, but we fell into a routine after the first few times. She was teaching me words even if I wouldn’t remember right away. When the sun began to set, she had finished off her tale. It was a tragedy.. she told me that.. but I still got a little choked up at the end.

I hadn’t worn a hat this time. Eleu disliked them anyways, and I figured a bit of sun wouldn’t hurt my face. Until I was squinting as we both looked out at the sunset. The golden glow was beautiful, but I could barely catch it. Until the breeze whipped through the tall palms and a frond blocked the blinding light.

“I think she is starting to like you.” Eleu grabbed my hand and pressed my palm into the grass, her own on top of mine.

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The third time we met, Eleu had promised something fun. Trevor was under the influence that I’d eaten something bad, and sickness was my excuse for staying behind. I had chosen to wear joggers instead of the usual shorts simply because it was supposed to be a cold evening. Eleu kept me out longer than I expected to be the last time.

When I caught her figure down the sand, I began to wish I hadn’t lied to Trevor.

“Surfboards?” I called. She was expecting me to go out there with her. In the ocean.

Eleu nodded. She met me halfway down the sand.

“Just one, and a paddle.” She held the paddle out to me. I nodded and took it from her hand. “Nothing too difficult.”

“I didn’t wear swim trunks.” I pursed my lips, shook my head, and feigned disappointment. She saw right through me.

“You wore boxers?” My cheeks flushed at the question. She was serious, but I’d lived with Trevor too long for my head not to drop into the gutter.

“Y- yeah..”

“Leave your pants here.” I hesitated at her words. “I won’t look. Ho’oma’ema’e. Respect.”

I barely knew this woman. It could have been a made up word. A made up moral. She could have been messing with me since the moment I approached her. But I trusted her all the same, slipping my pants off and tossing my shirt into the sand as well.

Eleu remained true to her word.

I followed her into the ocean, a quiet hiss escaping my lips at the chill of the water. And maybe the fear of the unknown. The only thing that helped was how clear the water was.

Once we were out far enough, Eleu told me to get on the surfboard. She did her best to balance out the weight by leaning most of her own on one end while I climbed onto the other. I sat with my legs dangling off either side. I wanted to pull them up, but Eleu explained it would be harder to balance that way. She also said facing my fears wouldn’t hurt.

Eleu stood on the other end of the surfboard, and it was only then that I realized we were doing nothing more than paddle boarding. It was relaxing. The ocean, I decided, was maybe okay.

Eleu didn’t do much paddling after a while, allowing the ocean to simply move us as it pleased. She still stood though. She seemed to prefer that over sitting. I didn’t mind. My back was turned to her anyway. But my sense of relaxation had been interrupted when I felt a splash of water hit my back.

“Excuse you!” I tried to turn to get a good look at Eleu, but nothing seemed to work. So instead, I scooped a hand into the water to fling it backwards at her. Eleu laughed.

I realized it was the first time I ever heard her laugh.

“Just making sure you were still awake, Jamie.” She teased, gently tapping my back with the end of the paddle. It’s then, that her laughter quieted, and my eyes searched the ocean frantically in concern. I waited for her to speak again. Had I done something wrong?

“What is this from?” The weight on the surfboard shifted, and I felt a finger graze the scar on my shoulder. I pursed my lips, shrugging. It’s not really a conversation I wanted to have. Not on my vacation.

“Freak accident.” It was all I offered, but Eleu picked up on my discomfort. She pressed a kiss to the scar, then moved back to where she’d been previously.

By the time we got back to the beach, I was rushing to make it ‘home’ in time to beat Trevor. I had by mere seconds.

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“My tūtū gave me these,” Eleu presented a basket full of what I could only assume were leaves. It was my second to last day on the island. We’d both been anticipating the day where I did leave, but neither of us wanted to treat it like it was real.

“She said they would be good symbols of luck when you leave.” I sigh softly at her words.

Eleu wanted to relax and do something calm that night. She suggested teaching me how to make leis, and I had gone along with her plan like all the others.

We sat on a folded out blanket in the grass. Outside the school building. I helped Eleu place everything out. I told her that I felt bad she went and picked so many flowers all on her own, but she said it gave her time to reflect.

We sat side by side, like the other nights before, though this time, her knee was practically up against my own. We were as close as we could get while she showed me the process of pulling stems off flowers, threading them on the string, adding other elements. Then she pulled out one of those leaves.

“A lei is a symbol of greeting, and connection. It’s also a symbol of friendship and celebration, and parting.” My eyes flickered between Eleu and the string she worked on threading with flowers.

“It symbolizes aloha.”

“I thought aloha meant hello?”

“I never told you it meant goodbye too.” Eleu presented the leaf with pursed lips and sad eyes. My heart hurt. I’d never see her again.

“This is a maile leaf. In our culture.. it represents respect, and blessing. Devotion, and friendship.” She smiled at me. “And love.”

Eleu was not one to elaborate very much. I learned that quickly. And from this, I learned two things. That her grandmother approved of whatever we had going on. And that Eleu had fallen for me as hard as I had fallen for her.

“I’ll miss you.” We could have stayed in touch, but long distance simply wasn’t going to work and we knew it.

“I’ll miss you too, Jamie.” Eleu gently placed the leaf back into the basket. I eyed it for a while before she urged me to join her, speaking playfully through her sadness, telling me that her lesson on making leis would have been for nothing if I just sat there.

She worked faster than I did. I struggled, but she offered great distraction with the sound of my name.

“Jamie.” I looked up slowly, brow raised in interest. Eleu had a white flower with brown spots in her hand. She broke a piece of the stem off and leaned forward. I watched her eyes as she tucked some of my dark hair behind my ear, then placed the stem of the flower there as well. My face felt like it was on fire.

I stared her down with wide eyes, a frown tugging at the corners of my lips. Eleu looked so unbelievably beautiful within the golden hour of sunset.

“The island has accepted you.”

“Wish it could have done that a little sooner.. before I had to go.” I admitted bashfully, my eyes falling to the ground.

Eleu shook her head. She rested her hand on my cheek and tilted my head up so I’d look at her.

“Im glad she took her time.”

The whispered words were the last off either of our lips before they connected. Kissing Eleu was as heartbreaking as it was euphoric. I loved every second of it.. and she must have felt the same, because it escalated within its own time. I didn’t mind. With girls back home, I might have been more hesitant to go for a one night stand. With Eleu? It didn’t feel so shallow. So ‘one night-ish’. We respected each other. We respected one another’s feelings and bodies. Everything was so gentle. So perfect. So secret. So intimate.

We laid together for what felt like hours after. Until my reality came in the form of a phone call from Trevor. He was worried, but I assured him I’d only been out to grab a quick drink before our last day together on the island. After he hung up, I bid the beautiful island girl goodbye.

“You promise you’ll come see me off on Sunday?” I had to ask. I wanted to make sure we would see each other one last time.

“I love you.”

It wasn’t the answer I had been seeking, but the response to my question came that Sunday. When Eleu was nowhere to be found, and Trevor was rushing me into the airport. Eager to get home while all I wanted to do was go awol and find the girl of my dreams.

The girl who didn’t even show up to see me off.

“Aloha…”

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#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #jamie drysdale x reader #jamie drysdale imagine #jamie drysdale #Trevor Zegras #hawaii #Hawaiian au type style thingy going on?#tropical #Jamie’s a beach babe

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 2 months

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Underswap!Papyrus x reader

Based on headcanons i wrote! Slight angst to fluff

You have been working on a specific project for a whole year now, a massive blanket with embroidery and other stuff on it. It’s been your comfort project for a whole year, and now it’s finally finished. Your friends and family are aware of the project as you have mentioned it on multiple occasions and they were curious to see what it looked like when it finished.

You had called up a few of your friends, and your boyfriend, Papyrus, to have them meet up with you so you could show off the blanket you had been working on for a whole year. You were rather excited to show it off, hoping they liked it just as much as you did, considering you did put a lot of time and effort into making it.

“*earth to Y/n, hello?” You heard a familiar voice say from beside you, bringing you back from your thoughts as you looked up to see the taller skeleton brother, Papyrus.

“Oh, hey, Paps! You’re actually the first one here.”

“*am i now?” He looked around the room, then back at you. “*oh yeah, ‘suppose i am.” He chuckled a bit in response, shoving his hands back into his pockets.

“The others should be here soon, so we can just sit here and talk until they get here.”

“*sure, why not?” You nodded and the two of you talked about whatever had come to mind. You always enjoyed spending time with Papyrus, and you got along really well too, which was even better! You had met through his brother, Sans, and after the first meeting, you two became close. He always supported you and anything you wanted to do and you appreciated that, and with a bit of time and help from Sans, you had asked him out, which of course he was happy to hear you felt the same way about him.

“Y/n!” You heard several voices call your name, making you turn to the source: your friends were walking over to where you and Papyrus were waiting.

“Hey guys!” You smiled as they walked up. What you didn’t see was the odd look Papyrus was giving them. He didn’t really like your other friends, but he could never put his finger on the reason as to why.

“So, where is it, Y/n?” (F/n) asked you as he/she walked up.

“Yeah, you want to show us this thing so badly, where is it?” (F/n/2) said, their hands on their hips.

“Yeah, let me get it!” You went into the house and grabbed the blanket, which was a beautiful shade of (favorite color) with embroidered (flowers or other design choice) on it, before making your way back outside.

“Here it is!” You held it up to show them, a smile on your face. However, before they could say anything, you heard your (mom/dad/relative/other friend) walk up, calling out to you.

“Hi!” You called back to them, bringing the blanket over to show them too, Papyrus watched you leave. Once you left, however, your friends started talking, as if not realizing he was still standing there.

“It’s kinda ugly.”

“They spent a whole year on THIS?? Damn, they’re an idiot.”

“Yeah, they could have been spending their time doing something else.”

“For sure.” Papyrus was absolutely livid at them. What were they talking about? It’s a beautiful blanket and you worked so hard on it! When you walked back over, your so called ‘friends’ were all smiles, which Papyrus knew were fake. Oh how he just wanted to get you away from them.

“It looks great, Y/n!”

“Yeah, you did a fantastic job with it.” You went to say something, but you felt a hand on your shoulder.

“*could you come with me for a moment, Y/n?”

“Huh? Oh, sure, Paps.” You two walked away from your two friends, somewhere they couldn’t hear you two talking.

“*there’s somethin’ ya need to know, Y/n.”

“Oh..? What is it, Paps?” You tilt your head slightly, looking up at the taller skeleton.

“*while you were gone, i heard your so called friends talking… they were talking bad about your project, and you.”

“What..? No, that can’t be..!” You thought he was joking, but you could see the serious look on his face, which was rather rare for him. “They… did, huh..?”

“*yes. i know ya worked hard on it, and it’s absolutely beautiful, y/n! But your so called friends over there are being all fake smiles and compliments over there.”

“…thanks for telling me, Papyrus.” You went back to your so called friends, to give them a piece of your mind. He was about to follow after you, but the next thing he saw was you running past him with tears in your eyes as you ran into the house. Papyrus glared over at (f/n) and (f/n/2).

“*you don’t deserve to have a friend like Y/n, now get the hell out of here before i make you.” As he said this, his eyes glowed a rather bright orange, a sure sign that he was pissed and not joking around. The two of them took this as a sign to get out and they ran away, not wanting to face his wrath.

“*tch. Good riddance.” He mumbled before following after you into the house, knowing where to find you, he walked up to your bedroom door and knocked on it.

“*it’s me, y/n.”

“…it’s unlocked.” Papyrus heard you say after a few moments of silence. He opened the door and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him, and made his way over to you. You had the blanket wrapped around you, tears in your eyes. He lies down beside you and pulls you into a hug, holding you close to him.

“*I’m sorry about what happened, y/n.”

“It’s not your fault, Paps. Actually… I’m kind of glad you told me about it, because I don’t need friends like them.”

“*you’re right, y/n. Hey… for what it’s worth, i think the blanket is beautiful, and i know ya worked hard on it. it just shows how dedicated you are.”

“Thanks, I really do appreciate that.”

“*you’re welcome.”

“Could we… stay here for a while longer..?” You were comfortable like this, and you didn’t feel like leaving your room now.

“*of course, y/n.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled as you moved closer to him, closing your eyes.

“*tired?” You nod your head in response, yawning a bit. “*then let’s just take a nap, get our minds off that whole fiasco, alright?”

“Sounds good to me.” You mumbled, and the two of you cuddled a while before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

#underswap #sfw #underswap papyrus #underswap papyrus/reader #underswap papyrus x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot #underswap x reader

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draconicsparkle · 1 year

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So this is a very different Nagizuru fic from what you guys are used to.

See, Karu and I have been joking around about Nagizuru being an SCP. But then inspiration struck one day. Along with the immense desire to create a fic for this au of an au. And viola. Here we are!

So please enjoy SCP Nagizuru! With Hajime along for the ride as well.

And of course, the characters in the au still belong to @karugoround. I am thankful to them for the existence of these boys. And for the chance to do fun ideas with them.

*click*

Dr. X: Today is April 14th. It is currently 4:37 pm. I am here with Hajime Hinata to answer a series of questions concerning SCP-49878. Good afternoon, Mr. Hinata. How are you feeling today?

H: Uhh, I’m doing okay I guess. All things considered.

Dr. X: I can imagine. But let’s go ahead and start the questions. How has your overall experience with SCP-49878 been?

H: That’s… a bit hard to answer in a general short answer. But I guess… It's been fine. He doesn’t do anything to me other than what you’ve seen.

Dr. X: You are aware of what classification SCP-49878 has been given by the foundation, correct?

H: Yeah. He’s what you call Apollyon, right?

Dr. X: That is correct. And are you aware of what that means?

H: That he breaks out constantly and has crazy world ending powers? Yeah… I’m aware of that… very aware.

Dr. X: Has learning of this classification changed your thinking of SCP-49878?

H: Of course it has! How could that not affect someone? But he doesn’t seem to care that I know now. In fact, I think he likes showing off his abilities to me.

Dr. X: Let’s change the line of discussion to another. When and how did you first encounter SCP-49878?

H: Hmmm… I think it was in late September? Classes had just started up at my university and I was heading back to my place. It was raining hard that night, too. I saw him on a bench near the bus stop. I’ll be honest, I thought he was homeless at first. Which is why I offered him my umbrella and a granola bar. He looked like he was my age, and I felt really bad for him. And that’s when it started.

Dr. X: Please elaborate.

H: Well, after that night, he kept just… showing up at random points. No matter where I was. But I really didn’t think much of it. It didn’t seem like it was that often at the time. And I figured he was just lonely and wanted to talk. Which I was fine with. I didn’t know anyone in the area so he was the only one who wanted to talk to me. In hindsight, that was pretty stupid of me. Who knows what could have happened if his intentions had been bad.

Dr. X: Did you have any suspicions that SCP-49878 was not human between your meeting and the recapture?

H: I had a feeling he was… strange. His mannerisms and his habit of showing up the moment I was alone were good indicators. But I didn’t have any concrete evidence until the foundation came.

Dr. X: Describe that day. What do you recall of it?

H: We had been talking in a park. It felt like a normal day. I never would have suspected anything crazy would happen. But then several armored cars pulled up and men with firearms surrounded us. I won’t deny that I was terrified. But none of that compared to what happened to… the guy who approached us.

Dr. X: Are you referring to the guard who was inverted? Organs on the outside?

H: Yes. That took me so long to come to terms with. That’s not something you can just forget.

Dr. X: The photos from that day are certainly not for the faint of heart. What was it that happened next?

H: Someone, I think the one in charge, started throwing questions at me and him. Like why this town hadn’t been destroyed yet and if I was the cause of this calmness. And he only replied with a ‘correct.’ He then… hugged me from behind and wouldn’t let go. So… they kinda had to bring me along. Not that they would have left me alone for long. I’m sure the foundation would have found a method to question me on what I did or said with him.

Dr. X: Do you know why SCP-49878 is attached to you?

H: I couldn’t tell you. But I do know for certain that he’s obsessed and possessive of me. To the point of extreme violence to others.

???: Quite so. Now tell me, is this silly little interview over? It’s time for you to return to our place.

Dr. X: Session has been interrupted by SCP-49878. Ending recording.

*click*

The doctor pulled the recorder towards them as Hajime felt arms snake around his midsection. Floating white locks of hair came into view as the supernatural force leaned his cheek into the brunette’s. “It was so terribly long of a wait. I couldn’t sit alone anymore. You know I don’t like being seperated, Hajime.”

Despite the fact that the creature behind him could and would break reality if he felt like it, Hajime felt a twinge of annoyance. “It’s been only 30 minutes! You are so impatient! I just wanted to deliver some letters to my family and answer a few questions in exchange. Was it so hard to read a book or watch a movie while I was gone?”

The man next to him pouted. “Yes. It was.”

Hajime sighed, raising a hand to run it through his short spiky hair. “You do realize how whiny you sound right now, right? Very unbefitting of a crazy apocalypse monster.” He sighed again, standing up from the metal chair and stepping away from the table. “Apologies for the interruption. I think we need to leave now.”

The doctor nodded, maintaining their neutral expression. “You are dismissed. Take him back to his containment.”

“I’ll do that.” Hajime turned to look at the SCP near him. “Come on, Nagizuru. Let’s get you back to our home.”

The white haired man grinned. “Say no more.” He was hugged to the other man’s chest, eyes forced shut as he felt a strange sense of dizziness. He was still trying to get used to it when the SCP teleported them both. And when he reopened his eyes after the dizziness faded, he saw that they were now back in the apartment-like space the foundation had created for them. “Now it’s just us again. All is correct in the universe once more.”

Hajime stepped back to sit back on their plush couch. “Dramatic. And impatient.” He rolled his eyes as he witnessed the man teleport next to him on the couch, laying his head and long hair on his lap. It was actions like this that made him temporarily forget that this man held so much power. He couldn’t help being casual with him. Much like how he was when they first met.

He recalled that night as he stroked the white hair. He remembered asking for his name. To which he had received a confusing answer.

“I was once called Nagito. Recently I have been referred to as Izuru. And there are several other titles I have been given that I don’t care much to recall at the moment. You may use whatever name you desire.”

Hajime had groaned. He hated needing to choose between options. “If you are going to be so difficult about your name, I’ll just make it easier for myself. I’ll merge the first two together. You’re Nagizuru now.”

“Nagizuru, hmmm? Interesting. So very interesting. But I shall accept that as my identity now. You alone may call me this.”

And so it began. The spiral that threw his sense of normalcy out the window of a skyscraper. But he honestly was not sure if that spiral was going up or down. But despite all the horrors he had seen, he was leaning more towards the former.

And he wouldn’t deny that the illusion of a domestic life within this facility was nice. “Did you get rid of all the dust and dirt while I was gone at least?” he asked as he looked down.

The creature smiled wide. “Affirmative. It would not do if you were to fall ill. So cleanliness is of the utmost importance. Also, I prepared food for you. Would you like it now?”

Hajime thought about it for a moment before deciding he was hungry enough for a snack. “Something small. I don’t want to spoil dinner.”

A plate of green mochi appeared in front of him. They looked fresh, as if just made. He grabbed one and took a bite, humming happily at the taste. He was thankful that Nagizuru’s magical teleportation didn’t affect food in taste or quality. And of course, the man was a master of everything. All he created was amazing.

“It is to your liking, I assume. I took notice that you prefer this over others I have provided. Is this perhaps a favorite of yours?” the SCP inquired, not moving from his position.

The brunette raised his eyebrows in surprise. “It is actually. You noticed? Thank you. I appreciate it.” He took another bite, this one seemed to taste much better than the first. “As thanks, do you want me to prepare dinner tonight?”

Nagizuru looked up at him. “That is a reasonable bargain. May I request curry?”

Giving one last pat to the white hair, Hajime stood up from the couch. “Yeah, that’s fine. Just wait here and I’ll get it started.”

The man groaned a bit at the loss of his companion, but ultimately did as requested. Just laying on the couch with his eyes closed. He looked innocent and harmless like this. It would be very easy to assume he was safe to be around.

But Hajime put that thought away for now. The SCP was safe to be around. For him at least. And he was thankful for this with each passing day.

He entered the little kitchen they had, placing the plate of mochi down on the table before pulling the fridge open. All the ingredients for curry were right there, waiting for him. How thoughtful of Nagizuru to provide everything. He grabbed all he needed and put it on the counter, starting the process of slicing the vegetables and meat.

He took his time, as there was no rush. Neither of them had events to attend nor schedules that needed to be focused on. It was nice, not having to stress about that anymore. All he needed to do now was to keep the SCP company. And all was provided to him. He was even able to still have communication with people outside of the facility. Granted, it was very limited and no one knew exactly where he was or what he was doing, but it was still comforting that he wasn’t completely cut off.

And within his decorated and clean home, it was so easy to forget the strangeness of his situation.

But there were still some instances that reminded him of this fact.

The mechanical sound of the door opening startled him. Who could that possibly be? No one entered this place other than himself and the one it was built for. Desiring answers, he moved out of the kitchen and faced the door.

There was an unfamiliar man there, dressed in orange. A Class-D. He was looking around the room while eating one of the green mochi he had snagged from the plate. “These doctors really have been hogging this place to themselves the whole time? Guess I can’t blame them. Tasty food and a clean home. Everyone would want to be here,” he muttered to himself. Then he noticed Hajime. “Oh. The room’s other occupant. You’re really young. How’d you get access to this place? Did you butter up the doctors to let you be placed in this Safe Class room?”

Hajime felt his confusion levels rise. “What do you mean? The SCP here isn’t Safe Class. You really need to leave. Escape while you still can.”

But instead of heeding his warnings, the man just smirked. “The doctor told me that you might try and convince me otherwise. That this was a dangerous room. But I know better! So you should best quit while you’re ahead. I don’t take kindly to people getting in my way. And if you try…” The Class-D grabbed his shirt collar roughly. “Well, let’s just say that I won’t go easy on you. This is your only warning, kid.” The man then shoved him away with force.

The rough push sent him stumbling backwards. But to his surprise, instead of rough furniture or the floor, his back made contact with something else. Something that he was very familiar with. And as he felt the arms wrap around him with an unbreakable solid grip, he knew that there was nothing more he could do. The man’s fate was sealed. So he shut his mouth and didn’t speak further.

He looked up to see the SCP’s expression. And it was a sight straight out of a nightmare. His long white hair was moving on its own like a nest of angry snakes. The sclera of his eyes was pitch black, the irises glowing red. His smile was wide, too wide to be human. And his teeth had elongated to sharp points. Nagizuru was displeased. And that always resulted in fatalities.

“Filthy human. Intruding into our domain. Taking our food. And daring to touch my Hajime. These actions are unforgivable.” Nagizuru’s voice sounded layered, as if another, darker version of him was speaking at the same time. It sent a chill down the humans’ spines. “Now then, corpses don’t need internal organs. So I’ll remove them for you.”

The Class-D man’s expression changed to one of pure shock. He then tried gasping for air with raspy, strained wheezes. But based on the SCP’s previous words, it seemed like the air had no lungs to go to. And there was no heart to pump blood. So the skin paled drastically in a short time. The man tipped forward, falling face first onto the floor. A few more convulsions, then he was still.

Hajime stared at the now dead man in his home. Months before, this would have terrified him and scarred him for life. But now? It was almost just an inconvenience. He took a breath and raised a question. “Can you… get him out of our place? I don’t want to risk our things reeking of death.”

Nagizuru closed his eyes and mouth for a moment. When they reopened, they appeared as they usually did. Human enough to fool those not in the know. “Of course. I too despise the stench of rot.” The body then vanished, no trace of it being left behind. “There we are. Now it’s just us again.”

Hajime relaxed again, leaning back into the tight embrace he was being held in. Though one thought did pop into existence. “Out of curiosity, where did you send him?”

Nagizuru grinned as he led the human back over to the couch. “Oh, I simply dropped the body in front of the doctor who sent him in with false information. I think their autopsy of him should send a clear message to not try that again.” He sat them down so that they were both laying on the plush cushions, still holding onto the brunette. “Now relax, my dear Hajime. I’ll finish dinner. You’ve had a stressful day and I’ll help you forget your worries.”

The human could feel the man using some abilities to make him sleepy. But he didn’t protest or fight it. Not that he could even if he wanted to. His heavy eyelids closed and he leaned his full weight into the one holding him.

He was in the clutches of danger. Stuck with a monster who could end him at any time. The knowledge inspired feelings of instinctual dread in the back of his mind. And he welcomed the feeling with open arms. For the experience was worth it.

Masterpost

#danganronpa #nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #komahina #au #fanfic #drabble #nagizuru au #nagizuru #scp au #scp foundation

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In Another Life

Here you go anon! I decided to write this one before the Karaoke one because I felt like it lol. I changed a little bit bc it fit my vision better I hope you don't mind. After the Karaoke one I will also likely take a break from suggestions bc I think I have some ideas of my own that I'd like to do AND I am super busy with uni ^^" I love your ideas though and in case you are writing too I am curious :) Soulmates, angst with happy ending (kinda), death, rebirth

Tsunagu’s functioning lung burned with the effort of using his last strength to find Shinya. The battlefield was a mess, bodies everywhere, not all of them dead and he hoped more than anything that Shinya would be among the alive ones. Dust stung his eyes, causing them to tear up and making his vision blurry. He barely noticed the blood from his own wounds, ignored all of his own pain in his despair to find his boyfriend.

“Shinya please...!”

He called out as loudly as he could manage and almost would have missed the other man if it weren’t for the bright red color of his scarf. He stopped, dropping down on his knees to assess the situation:

Shinya’s upper body seemed intact, apart from a few scratches and minimal wounds, but his lower body was nothing but a thin string, left over from extensive use of his quirk. Tsunagu’s breath was heavy and labored and he was too exhausted to hold back tears.

“Shinya… Shinya…”

He could only mutter, relieved as the man opened his eyes; there was a soft smile on his face, one filled with so much sadness and… no, there was no fear. Shinya knew what would happen. Tsunagu knew it as well, knew both their destinies. Now that the panic settled down, he was more aware of his own wounds; and they were bad. Tsunagu had walked death’s tightrope before, many times, but he was beginning to be sick of refusing the urge to let himself fall. Especially now that he saw Shinya like this.

“Tsu… hi. Did we win?”

Peace and calm were still his first priority, even in a moment like this. The blonde couldn’t help but feel the deepest admiration for that. He nodded, stroking the other’s hair despite the thick layer of hairspray that held them in shape:

“We did, my treasure, we won. All For One is gone. Shigaraki is gone. You… you did so amazing, your sacrifice saved us..”

He muttered, sobbing more as the ninja-hero reached up to wipe the tears from his cheek; his eyes caring and loving yet tired. So tired:

“I’m glad. You did so well too, you are amazing.”

Shinya breathed and the blonde leaned down to press a gentle kiss on his forehead; the moment felt soft more than anything, like he was doing nothing more than comfort a sick child. Tsunagu propped Shinya’s head up slightly, holding him and feeling a weak arm drape around his waist soon after. He could feel his pulse slow gradually, but refused to die in silence:

“Shi… my beautiful little fiber. Do you remember our first date?”

He asked, even though just breathing was agony. He wanted to keep up the other’s smile, even if it seemed selfish; he didn’t want his love to die in fear or sadness, or loneliness. Didn’t want to see a frown on his face in their last moments. The noises around them made him fear that Shinya wouldn’t hear his quiet voice.

“Mhm by the park at night.”

The gray-haired man replied, and Tsunagu tried to ignore the blood running down Shiny’s chin; he was more hurt than he had assumed. But still, he forced a chuckle:

“You counted that as a date?”

“Of course... I counted all our hang-outs as a date.”

He replied and Tsunagu was taken slightly aback. His heart sank as realization sat in, not of his own death, but that his lover lay dying in his arms. Realization of how many things they would be missing out on, all the plans they had that would go down in the aftermath of a war they had won; at a price Tsunagu never wanted to pay. But such is life, he told himself, as his hands started to shake with the effort of even keeping his boyfriend up. He thought back at his life, all his achievements but most especially all the time he got to spend with the most wonderful boyfriend he could have ever asked for. Boyfriend. That word clung to his heart like a heavy stone, pulling it down and he asked something he regretted he hadn’t asked earlier:

“Shinya? If we got another shot… another chance to be together after death… would you marry me?”

It was clear that the younger one was surprised by the sudden question, but he forced out a loving chuckle as he nodded:

“I would in a heartbeat, Tsu. A million times.”

The raspiness of his voice broke the Jeans hero’s heart, somewhat more than the following words did:

“I’m feeling cold. I… I’m so tired Tsu.”

“It’s okay Shinya. You can rest, I’ll be right behind you.”

A few minutes later, all people still in a state for it went around looking for survivors. Kamui was the first to fall on the couple:

“Over here, I got Edgeshot and Best Jeanist! Hey, you two..”

The last words were softer as he went towards them, convinced that once more, death had tried and failed to get them into his grasp. When he got no response, he stopped for a moment before stepping closer again:

“Edge. Jeanist. We need to treat your wounds.”

He stared for a long moment at the way they were holding each other, Jeanist in an almost strange position; kneeling, barely fallen over as if even in death he wanted to upkeep his perfect appearance. He reached out to shake the taller of the two, in an attempt to wake him but was stopped.

Mt Lady’s soft hand on his shoulder felt more like an order to let the two rest than it felt like comfort; they weren’t breathing, and somehow it was clear to her that they were more than just unconscious. Kamui withdrew, in disbelief, but nodded. Instead of shaking Tsunagu, he put him down into a more comfortable seeming position; laying next to Shinya, as if they were merely cuddling during their sleep.

“You’re such a softie.”

Mt Lady said, the playful tone slipping into genuine adoration for her boyfriend’s soft heart. She took his hand, squeezing it tightly:

“They died a death any hero dreams of; while protecting people. And we won, they surely knew that. We had the honor to fight with them, there is nothing more we have the right to wish for.”

“I know. But it still hurts.”

She merely nodded in understanding; he was right, of course. It would hurt. For a long time, probably. But that didn’t mean that they wouldn’t take anything from it. This sort of death was the most heroic thing anyone could take upon themself in order to fulfill their role. Both of them had sacrificed themselves to save people and they had won. And they deserved to rest.

Shinya was a beautiful man. He had been ever since Tsunagu met him as a student when he’d worked at a café as a Barista. It was how he kept himself afloat during his apprenticeship to become a hairstylist, and it had been quite nice. They’d become very close, as Shinya became a regular customer, and a cheesy message on a cup reading “Date with me after my shift?” brought them together.

They couldn’t remember their past lives and only had a strange urge to not become heroes when they were younger. They always admired them, sure, but felt wrong thinking about becoming heores themselves. It seemed like stress and trouble.

Shinya’s beauty could break through even the darkest of days. His smile was kind and genuine and it shone even brighter on the day they got married; in gorgeous dresses Tsunagu had sewn himself, and it was the happiest day the two of them could have ever imagined.

Tsunagu owned his own hair salon now, with a reputation for loving to try around with crazy and special hairstyles. One would never expect that seeing his well-kempt and almost perfect appearance but making art with others’ hair made his eyes shine with a passion unlike anything else. Shinya had realized at some point that he didn’t have that kind of passion for anything and so he’d just become the blonde’s receptionist, always greeting customers with a bright smile and lighting the room with his presence. This way, he could also be close to Tsunagu, something many people thought would surely be annoying at some point, to always be around one’s spouse, but the two of them didn’t think so at all. It was something wonderful, and sometimes the child they had adopted would keep them company as well.

All in all; it was a life many people could only dream of, perfect and wonderful and their biggest worry was the bookkeeping they’d have to do on weekends. A tiny feeling in their hearts told them that this wasn’t their first time loving each other, and they made many theories about it, only to never reach a conclusion other than being soulmates.

What deepened this thought was when a young boy came in; 16 years old at most, with spiky cream-colored hair that Tsunagu couldn’t help but feel familiar with. He had quite the attitude, nagging about not wanting a haircut to Shinya who simply sat there with an awkward smile, shaking his hands with the words:

“I’m not forcing you!”

He asked the boy for his name nonetheless, in case he wanted to cancel the appointment or reschedule it, and a smirk curled up on the blonde’s face as he heard it:

“Tsunagu Bakugo.”

#best jeanist #edgeshot #mha #tsunagu hakamada #shinya kamihara #fanfiction #edgejeanist #bestshot #angst #happy ending

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widgenstain · 7 months

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Alright, almost a week later, here is my review of Vanya and the night I saw it. Autocorrect didn't let me type this on my phone in my grimy bunk bed and that cold got me good, but here are my thoughts! @itsathingialwayssay , @shegottosayit , @illfayted17 this might interest you. Be aware, there are spoilers for the play as well as the production behind the read more.

I saw the play on Monday September 25th, so my opinions are based on that evening, can’t say anything about other nights!

I’ll start with some negatives:

The theatre. Not so much the interior or the personnel, who are absolutely lovely, but why oh why did I have to hear the trains throughout the whole performance?! At first, I thought it was on purpose, with it being the Russian country side, so you might hear some trains here and there, but no, it’s Charing Cross that you hear. Also it’s freaking expensive, but we knew that.

Secondly, I was annoyed by the audience. It was a surprisingly large number of classic elderly theatre goers, who all seemed to enjoy themselves a lot (except for one guy who snored), some teenagers dragged there by their parents (or the promise of seeing Moriarty) and some assholes, like the ladies next to me. One came in after the first act, prosecco in hand, they whispered to each other during weird moments and generally seemed bored and/or disappointed. Which is their prerogative, you don’t have to like everything I do, but with these two it seemed… performative.

Also, about the standing ovations: I get Andrew’s critique, it’s dumb if you feel like you MUST do it, but the fact is, that in a theatre that small, you don’t get to see the person bowing, if you don’t stand up. So yeah, people stood up, I did too (because unlike in Austria where you clap for like 5 minutes if you DIDN’T like it and for like 30 if you did, in the UK they only come out to take a bow once or twice and I wanted to see him), but these two ladies just left with sourpuss faces.

Thirdly the cigarettes. I knew he was going to smoke on stage, what I wasn’t prepared for was them smelling this bad. They’re not normal cigarettes, they’re of the self-rolled, cheap student tobacco kind, that you only really use for blunts. They reeked. If you’re in the first few rows, I’m sorry.

Fourthly, I don’t know if the play really lent itself to a one man show. Don’t get me wrong, I loved what Simon did with it, the way he mostly cut out the love rivalry between Vanya and the doctor, and shifted the focus more on Helena was a great decision. It made the play more cohesive and boiled it down to its message quicker. Loved the modern language and the Britishisms (could have dealt without the name changes, no one is called Vanya in a play named Vanya) and it was truly laugh out loud funny at times, which is great, because I’m depressed enough without listening to depressed Russian people for a full show.

But still, while it all worked in the end, I think there are plays better suited for this treatment. I have spoken to shegottosayit about this, but I also think they kinda expected a familiarity with the play, because it helps you following the plot. I talked to two girls in the queue outside though and they weren’t familiar with the play and understood it well, so what do I know.

Which brings me to the great stuff. The whole thing starts with Andrew just wandering on stage, smiling into the audience, switching off our lights and turning them on on stage. As if to communicate, ok, we’re in the theatre, you’re here to watch a play, I am an actor doing that play, like we’re all in on a joke. He starts with the different characters and they all have an identifier. For example, Vanya has his sunglasses, Helena her chain, Sonya her dishrag and it’s all nice, haha, see the actor is using props, so you know who is who, it’s simple and harmless. That’s how he gets you. Because he doesn’t need them and over the course of the play he starts playing and fucking with them and it’s SO GOOD!

He doesn’t change his voice much between characters, except the two “funny” ones (and maybe Alexander), there he goes a bit into more comical registers, but for the main characters he pretty much uses the same voice. And you still can tell them apart! Because he changes posture, his body language, yes, his tone, but not his voice and the levels of masculinity and femininity (in a traditional sense), yet he never veers into camp or offensive (that aspect really fed into my unpopular opinion on the whole “straight actors in gay roles” discourse, which I will never talk about). It’s incredible to watch how fast and seamlessly he does that and how effortless too. That’s the craziest thing about watching him act, he makes it seem easy, as if it’s nothing to him.

And the faces. The theatre has opera binoculars you can rent for one pound, I forgot my glasses (mild myopia, objects further away get blurry after a long day, especially if they’re an actor I’m watching from the second to last row), so I was super glad to have them and look at his face close up. What did I see? He changes faces. I’ve seen him do it before, but in this it’s instantly and so quickly! I’m not gonna lie, it’s a bit creepy how he can change his facial shape somehow and go from sweet Sonya to hardened Ivan Vanya. It’s not just countenance or expressions, it’s something else and wow is it impressive! But a bit scary too once you think about it. ^^’

Also “zooming in” on him really cleared up something I’ve been wondering about ever since I’ve seen King Lear: One of Andrew’s biggest shortcomings on film can be that he sometimes comes across as too much, as a bit over the top. It is a theatre actor thing and he’s not the only one doing it (especially not in King Lear) and yes, that completely disappears live on stage. He acts for the whole house, but it always feels natural.

The one thing that felt a little bit forced was the singing in the end, he's right, he’s not a good singer (sorry!) and it took me out a little bit. The ending of Vanya is beautiful and heartfelt, I get what they wanted to achieve with him singing “If you go away”, it was a pause, a mood setter, but I think there are better ways to do this than through a musical interlude. That said, I saw A Little Life the other night, which is by the same production company, they made poor James Norton sing too and compared to him Andrew sings like an angel. So maybe I’m just a massive snob (hint: I am).

The other things that took me out a little were the sex scenes. Yeah, sex scenes in a one man play where the original play has none (at least not explicitly so). Damn, it’s been almost a week and my mind is still reeling from them. Did I like them? I have no fucking clue! I seriously need to talk to someone who didn’t have Andrew star in all her lonely sexy fantasies for the past 4 years, because I need to know how they affected someone with a normal, working brain who is not me.

I was torn between “wtf is going on” “JESUS HE TOOK HIS SHIRT OFF” “…you’re watching a dude make out with himself…” “…the sounds…” “don’t look at his naked back while he’s humping the stage, that’s rude, OH GOD YES LOOK AT HIS NAKED BACK, LOOK AT IT MOVE”. The second scene was even worse, because he’s standing up against a door, entangles his fucking impressive arms and moans as the lady while you see him move as the guy. Which was, yes, hotconfusingweird too, but I could have dealt with it, if he hadn’t mimed the penetration literally two seconds before and my brain just short-circuited and disappeared downstairs. The third confusingly hot thing happens in the end, when the doctor says his goodbyes. It’s actually a very good and touching scene, it has been set up that he’s falling into alcoholism and now that all his endeavours are nil, he downs more than half a bottle of vodka. We’ve all seen Andrew chug that beer in The Town and he does it here as well, but it takes a while and it’s so quiet in the theatre that you can hear him swallow and cry all the way through. Yeah. Yeah, I know.

Seriously though, there are more than one moment when the whole theatre is just stock-still. I mean, people laughed and reacted, again, one guy snored, I sighed a lot at Sonya (#ohlookitme), but in the important moments the theatre was dead quiet. Except for Charing Cross, of course.

When I left the theatre, my brain was buzzing and I walked out right into the backstage area. I read “backstage to the right” and was ready to walk to the right, even though no one was there. Except that stupid me HAD to ask the security, who I recognised from pics and the Cyrano backstage, if that was the way to the signings. And no, it wasn’t, that’s literally in front of the theatre (and honestly, probably why there are no selfies allowed this time, if they were, people would block that busy street for hours), I was walking towards the actual stage door. If I had had just one ounce of more self-confidence, I just could have kept on walking into the dressing rooms, God damnit!! (I’m kidding, I would never do that, and it would most likely get me banned for life, but still, it was a funny situation and that security was actually really nice and cool).

As for the signing, it’s a straight-forward affair, you line up, you move forwards, he signs your stuff, you move on (except if you’re an old lady, but more of that later). I soaked him in in all my manic brain overloaded happiness while waiting for my turn though, and the first thing I noticed was that he isn’t as short as people pretend he is. Yes, he wore some trainers with a thicker sole, but with them he wasn’t that much shorter than I am. Perfect height, for eye-contact, just saying.

Second thing was that he’s in the shape of his life, dear Lord! I always read him as wiry, which can look buff on screen, but no, he’s genuinely, proper buff. Those are some serious arms and just generally he’s wider than I would have expected. Other than that, he looks pretty much exactly like he does on screen. Some actors don’t, they’re either plainer or prettier (Anne-Marie Duff, she really was fucked over by some cruel form of unphotogenicness) in fact, the second night I went there I saw Sam Yates (he shook my hand :D) and he does not look like he does in pics for example. Andrew does. He has a fascinating and alive face and looks just like he did in that Vanity Fair video, except without the orange goo.

The first night I saw Simon Stephens coming out the stage door too and I literally hopped over to him, beaming like a loon. He and the people he was with were SO nice and so helpful, he signed my version of Vanya (the German edition) and I could actually voice my thoughts (which I couldn’t with Andrew) and tell him how much his interviews have helped me through the lockdowns and how I admire his writing, bla bla bla.

Anyway, I made him laugh, he shook my hand and said “it was a pleasure meeting you [widge’s real name]” in which moment my jaw literally did that looney tunes thing and dropped to my chest. Night was MADE, you don’t understand how much!

[Here I cut out a large chunk of extra thoughts to allow myself to post this in the tags]

Anyway, back to the old lady, she was the one who made Andrew laugh during the signing (LOVE that laugh), I passed her on the way back to the train and had to talk to her. She was a proper lady, dressed elegantly and she was the first damn person outside the theatre who understood my need to DISCUSS the play! Everyone else in the line was talking about other things, I had to PROCESS what had happened. She and her assistant were so cool, and she said she’d absolutely loved it and had a ton of other well thought through opinions on it. Big fan of her, no idea what her name is, but we all should get some cool older ladies to talk about theatre with, when our brains are buzzing with so many new impressions!

I aimlessly wandered on over the Thames after that, sat down in some red paint on the way, which made my jeans look interesting for the rest of the trip and had to just move for a while to cool down. I did go to the queue the next day too, just to be a little less tongue tied around Andrew (it did not work, whatsoever xD), but that was the day Joe Alwyn and a fox made an appearance, so it was totally worth it. As was the whole international camaraderie in the queue. Honestly, I’ve missed that, just people being excited about something together, I got hugged by a tiny Indian (?) girl and a Russian lady, all because we’re a bunch of excited nerds outside of theatre. It felt fucking great.

#andrew scott #vanya #simon stephens #anton chekhov

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babyiamperfectforyou · 1 year

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IT'S YOU

Chapter 9

Pairing: Harry Styles x Reader

Word count: 7.1 k

Warnings: Smut

A/n: Posting at last 😭 Uni is so frickin stressful like wtffff. Anywhoo, here's the long chapter we promised. Also, this chapter contains smut. First time writing smut, kinda nervous, don't judge we don't know how it works, okay? 💀🥲 Also, thanking our bsf L for helping with the smut part. Happy reading!

Xoxo,

G and M

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Y/n knew she acted like a coward, running from them was a bad move but at this point she couldn’t care less.She walked towards the washroom and saw Fabiola coming after her, as to check what she was doing, so Y/N changed her direction towards her cabin. After a few moments, she heard footsteps approaching .She knew from the sound itself that it was not Jenna .Maybe Steffin wanted to meet her or something or... She couldn't finish her thoughts because a familiar pair of emerald green eyes came into view .Her eyes lowered, only to come face to face with an ever so familiar lips . Yeah the same lips she tried to kiss a few weeks ago .

She felt so self-conscious all of a sudden .

"Hey Y/N....I noticed you were not in the cafeteria. I saw Jenna and she said you had left a few minutes ago.Um.. are you in some kind of an emergency or something?"

Harry asked with a polite smile.

Y/N cursed herself for being affected by a guy who didn't even bother to call her beforehand rather than showing up all of a sudden. At least she deserves that much, right? She covered for him in all the project meetings when he was absent.But who was she kidding? She didn't even bother to contact him and ask if he was okay . She was so caught up in her anger and jealousy that she didn't even try to call him. All of a sudden, she felt guilty.

"I…Uhh…No I am not in an emergency... I mean I am ....ughh… What am I doing ? Sorry about the rambling.I kind of am busy but it's not that much of an emergency to worry about. Shit… you get the point", she sighed.

This was why she hated Harry , he made her so nervous that her brain shut down when he was in like 10 meter radius. Harry awkwardly glanced at his hands which was rare for him because he always projected confidence.Y/N thought it was because of their awkward about-to-kiss encounter. Y/N blamed it on herself for making things uncomfortable that day.But what she did not know was that Harry had blamed it on him .

"Yeah, I got it, " Harry said, his face devoid of any emotion ." She knew she didn't have the right to feel hurt but she felt a pang in her heart when Harry talked to her like a stranger. As if sensing her thoughts, he quickly asked, "How's everything going ,Y/N? I know I bailed on you at the last moment, even though it wasn't planned...I really am sorry..." He apologized to her like he meant it .His words with so much emotion overwhelmed her.But it didn't feel like he was apologizing for the project .

"Oh ....no need to apologize for something that isn't in your control .It was an accident and there was nothing you could do to prevent it.So there is nothing to apologize for .I know you well enough to know that you're not the kind of guy who tricks people into doing your work. If anything, you're sincere and dedicated towards your job ....maybe a little too dedicated".She added the last part to lighten up the mood.

Harry's heart fluttered on hearing her words.He stared at her with so much adoration in his eyes and she felt like she didn’t know how to breathe. Breathing is actually too overrated. Who even wants to breathe when Harry Edwards Styles is looking straight into your eyes like he was trying to figure out how to solve the hardest puzzle in his life, like your face holds all the answers for his years and years of quest ?. Suddenly she became aware of another person's presence in that room .She turns around only to find a tall female figure in her office door - that woman he came with. She had a donut bag in her hand. Y/N was surprised to find that it was from her favorite shop .Maybe Ms-hot-girlfriend liked the place as well . She entered the office without much warning.Handing the donut bag to Harry, she engulfed Y/n in a bone crushing hug.Y/n was caught off-guard by the sudden hug .

"Hey Gem ..you can't just go around hugging people like that , at least introduce yourself first". He scolded her.

Why does he have to sound pissed? Maybe he’s angry that his girlfriend is hugging his nemesis?

"Don't get your panties in a twist , Mr. Jealous, I won’t hurt her. Don't mind him Y/N", the woman said and Y/N was surprised to hear the woman call her by her first name.

Harry muttered something close to a curse .

"Y/n, I am sorry on her behalf.She is just being her annoying self. This is my sister Gemma.Gemma, this is Y/n, Planning head of Thomas and Sons designs".

Gemma cuts him off "Ughh save that for another conference meeting Harry, as if I don’t know Y/n . Wow , you're pretty than when I saw you in that photo "

That made y/n curious. She asked, "photo?".

"Yeah, the one mom took of you at Harry's promotion party.That photo didn't do any justice to you.You're prettier in real life "

" Yeah, she is." Harry added quickly like he didn't have any control over his words.Y/n blushed at the sudden compliment.Her heart hammered in her chest like she was about to have a heart attack.She could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.Y/n stared at him for a sharp second only to find blush creeping from his cheeks to his neck. She found it really cute.

"Thank you", Y/N replied flushed.She suddenly felt bad for thinking anything going on between the two siblings.She was so caught up with jealousy that she didn't even notice any resemblance which was more obvious now.Harry was the one to break the awkward silence.

"Y/N, I heard that Steffin had submitted our design and it was selected to be presented at the annual Conference .Where is it? New York, right?"

"Wait, what?"Y/N replied confused.

It was at that moment that Steffin entered her office.

"Hey Y/N,How is your day going ?"

"Great so far , I was just thinking about asking you about our project being selected at the annual Conference of Entrepreneurs, which Harry just told me "

"I see you ruined my surprise", Steffin nudged Harry playfully."I was going to tell you today…”

"Oh please not now.I can't focus on anything you guys are saying. Let me please have a chat with Y/N and then you can discuss your boring meetings and whatnot" Gemma said with an exasperated expression.

"Gem, why don't you take a tour around the office while we get this over with?Then you can have lunch with Y/N?", Steffin suggested.

"Jen, I mean, Jenna can help you with the tour .She's in desk 3 .Last right corner."Y/N proposed thinking that it'll be better if Gemma took the tour with Jenna rather than any of the other women at the office.

"Why yes, that's a really nice idea. I'll be back, then " with that, Gemma left, leaving Y/N with Harry and Steffin.

"So Steffin, I think you need to give Y/N an idea about the conference and all the following stuff.I guess you're not planning to leave her by herself at the meeting?"Harry asked anxiously.

"Y/N, like I said, I was about to give you a surprise regarding this project but this rascal, a friend of mine actually, ruined it'' He said with a chuckle,

"So the thing is that the conference will be held in New York next week.Two people can attend the meeting, unless you want to go alone. As Harry won’t be able to accompany you , you can select another person to go with you." Steffin said.

“And yes, everything is paid by the company itself, with an extra day for the team at the place .Go see the city”, he winked.

.She didn't have to even think twice ,"I think Jenna will be great,as she was also a part of the team and helped me in meetings Harry couldn't attend."

"I hope she's okay with this decision," Steffin asked doubtfully.

"Yeah , she'll be," Y/N replied with great enthusiasm.

"It’s settled then, enjoy the rest of your day, Y/N "

Steffin left the office after having a brief conversation with Harry outside her cabin .Harry didn't seem so happy when he came back in. He looked as if he didn't like the decision at all. Maybe he was sad that he couldn't attend the meeting for the project that he worked his ass off for.

“Or maybe he wants to spend time with you?” Get your brain out of the gutter idiot, he does not want you, Y/N scolded herself.

"All the best for the meeting Y/N. Have a great time." Y/n noticed the tremor in his voice towards the end of the sentence.

"Thanks, is there no way you could attend the meeting?” She tried to convince herself that she was not affected by it .But who was she kidding? Harry's absence had proven the fact that she was so used to his annoying presence around her in the office that she found it really hard to be there in his absence.Weeks without him in the office were hell.It's just a thing with some people that we might find their actions irritating and their presence hell but their absence even more dreadful. Harry consumed most of her thoughts during this past week. She is even more confused by this nameless relationship with Harry.

"I don't think I can." Harry answers indifferently but Y/N gets a feeling that there is more intensity to his words than what he is letting out.

"I think Jenna would be perfect for it. Even if I could come along, I don't think you'll enjoy my company. So it's better this way "

"Who told you that I don't enjoy your company?You don't know how hard it was for me to be here with you gone for weeks.You don't understand…You...you...just don't understand".Y/n raises her voice angrily .

Harry's expression softened. "You missed me" It was a statement. It felt like he was saying it to himself."Why Y/N?”

"Why what? " She decided to play dumb, she should not have said that in the first place.

"Don't play dumb with me Y/n .You said you missed me and I am asking you Why ?" Harry asks like he is somehow pleased with the idea that she missed him.

"Sue me for missing you. Just leave it, it was just a moment of weakness, it won't happen again.”

"What won't happen again , Y/n?"

Why does he have to be so smug today?

"You know what I mean" Y/n said irritated.But her expression tells him that she's enjoying this banter as much as he does .

"No, I don’t, you have to use your words, darling ", he smirked.

Why did it feel out of context and perfectly inappropriate for an office conversation?

Suddenly an image of a half naked Harry with his face between her legs passed through her mind.She was too stunned to speak .Why is the air so thick suddenly?

"Why are you turning red Y/n ? What’s going on in that dirty mind of yours, huh?"

Yup, there he was, the old annoying Harry.That smug bastard was utilizing her angry confession.

But her thoughts regarding him were anything but holy.

"Okay then, I will leave you to your thoughts. But I’m warning you Gemma would certainly come to bug you "

She stood there, gathering her thoughts.

Harry reached for the door and stopped immediately.

"Take care Y/N "

She was not expecting him to turn around and come back to her. He stood before her, their faces inches apart and touched her cheeks ever so lightly like she may disappear if he touched her a little too hard.He was so close that she could feel his breath fanning over her face .His intoxicating smell invaded her mind.All the remaining self restraints leaved her body.Suddenly, she felt him leaning towards her. She wanted to lean in and kiss him but she did not want to repeat the kiss incident. So she closed her eyes, anticipating him to get himself out from whatever trance they're in, but instead, she felt a brush of his soft lips on her forehead."Don't worry I missed you too."

He left with a chuckle.

The thought of him missing her and the goddamn kiss brought Butterflies in her stomach .Her heart felt so light .She felt like a giddy teenager being noticed by her crush.Harry had missed her!!!

She could only think about his words.Anything other than him felt insignificant at that moment. She didn't notice Jenna entering her office.

"Deep in thoughts, I see, " Jenna said in a mocking voice.

"What?" Y/n asked confused

'Nothing" Jenna chuckled. "Maybe the unexpected entry of the loverboy is taking away your focus, sorry to let you know that he got a call and he left with Gemma. I like her, she's such a mood" .

"Harry is not my loverboy.” She was being defensive.

"Who said that I was talking about him, huh? Jenna asked .

“Um, well, you know…I..” Y/n trailed off trying to hide her embarrassment but failed miserably.

"Why are you blushing, bitch?" Jenna asked.

"Well, something happened.Harry kind of kissed me." Y/N said, her face getting all pink.

"Oh Damn! When and where ? I need details, Y/N. Wait, let me call Dan first. He'll be thrilled. I'll be the godmother of your children, okay? no offense to your other friends."

"No need to be dramatic, Jen .It was more like a peck, a friendly goodbye kiss. Nothing of the sort that you're implying. "

"Okay but why are you giggling like a teenager then?Wait, where did he kiss you ?

"On my forehead" it was barely a whisper.

"OMG I KNEW IT, I GODDAMN KNEW THAT HE WAS A ROMANTIC BUT FOREHEAD KISSES??? Y/N THAT, PHEW, THAT WAS WAY TOO ROMANTIC."

"Maybe, but I really don't think he has any feelings for me, it was just a goodbye kiss... nothing more ."

She felt a pang in her heart .She couldn't let Harry's thought invade her this time, so she decided to change the topic of discussion.

"Enough about me.How about I share you something a little more interesting?" Y/n asked

"Nothing is more interesting than your best friend's love life .Anyway you could try ." Jenna replied with a shrug.

"How does a two day trip in New York sound? Of Course, it's related to the project but one whole day to tour the city in company expenses.How about that ?" Y/n asks

"Wow, that sounds amazing. Wait wait wait who else will be there? Don't tell me, Fabiola?"Jenna asks with obvious distaste.

"No it'll be just us. The project that we did when Harry was on leave was selected to be presented in the Annual Conference " Y/n replied with a relieved sigh.

"Not even Harry?" Jenna asked.

"No, he can’t make it that day" Y/n tried her best to sound indifferent.

"Oh that's pretty sad, he spent a lot of his energy on this project"

"Sad indeed. I need to book tickets and arrange all the stuff we could do there .If you have preferences about any activities or places to visit feel free to text me the places, we’ll have a blast,” Y/N suggested.

Jenna replied suddenly like she's been waiting her whole life for that single question, "Of course I'll tell you.I need paintball, indoor skydiving and all that stuff couples do, " Y/N wanted to ask her whether she was joking.But Jenna's expression told that she was dead ass serious.

"Anything else ma'am? "Y/N asked in a mocking voice.

"Nope, this will do for now" Jenna doesn't miss a beat.

"You're a bitch", she laughed.

"Thank you for stating the obvious. I gotta go. I have some paperwork to finish,” with that Jenna hurried to her cabin.

The day went smooth after that, except for the jealous looks and murmurs from the trio.What was there to be jealous about her leaving for a project meeting?

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She had booked the tickets for their flight and some other activities.Their flight would take off at 10 in Thursday morning, and the plan was that they would spend 2 days in meetings and one whole day visiting the tourist places and would catch an early morning flight on Monday.Y/N really needed this break after months of hard work .She was anxious and excited. Their hard work was finally getting the acknowledgement it deserved, and she would have a chance to enjoy a day of fun with her best friend.

Days rolled off pretty fast . She had four more hours left before catching the flight.She was double checking her luggage, passport and other stuff when she heard her phone ringing. It was Jenna.

"Hey Jen, wassup? please don't tell me your passport is missing" Y/N asked with concern.

"Um..No, that's not the case.I’m really sorry but I don’t think I can make it today." She sounded genuinely distressed.

"Oh no.. what happened? Are you okay? Are your parents okay? " Y/n couldn't mask her concern.

"No no there’s no need to worry. It's just….uh… I can't explain it now but it's kinda urgent.I better go now. I'll tell you everything once you come back .No need to worry about it, okay? And I canceled my tickets. I'm sorry it's a bit too late, but I'll tell you everything I promise."

With that the call was disconnected leaving Y/n with her trail of thoughts.She was genuinely pissed at her at the same time concerned as well .She decided to leave that topic for later as she has a flight to catch and meetings to attend by herself.The thought brought a lump in her throat.

She had reached the airport and was waiting for the check in only to notice a tall silhouette approaching her.It came nearer and nearer.She noticed the ever so familiar emerald eyes and curls that made her fingers itching to touch them.

"Hey" he was panting as if he was running, he had a slight limp to his leg.Y/N couldn't believe her eyes. Before she could comprehend what she was doing, she ran towards him wrapping her hands around his torso .She could feel the tears in her eyes.

"Hey, you came " it wasn't even a question.She was genuinely happy that he was here . She always cared a lot for some people only to find them leaving her by herself at the very last moment.It was a regular pattern in her life from childhood itself, the perils of being the oldest sibling.Never in her life did she have somebody fight so hard to be with her. But today, Harry is here, really here, even though he was supposed to be resting .She wanted nothing more.

"Yeah, I made it at the last minute. Double the ticket price was a little too much."He paused searching for her face ."But I have this feeling that this journey is going to be worth a million fuckin' dollars."He added looking straight in her eyes . She nodded, feeling like she couldn't move, all of a sudden.They looked at each other for what felt like a lifetime only to be interrupted by the announcement.

The plane journey was fine. Both of them were so tired after the journey and wanted nothing more than to have a nap. And that’s when she realized that she had booked a single room with a king size bed, as Jenna was supposed to be the one to accompany her. Single bed? Are you kidding me Y/N?, she asked herself, but there was no way another room would be available at the last minute.Both of them were tired and desperate to sleep as they had a meeting in four hours.So they decided to let it be.

"I'll take the floor, don't stress out" Harry said breaking the awkward tension.

"No fucking way. Are you kidding me Harry? You were supposed to be resting but still you're here to help me out . How could I let you sleep on the floor after that? Do I seem that heartless to you ? " Y/n asked, completely frustrated.

"Uh..No.. it's not the case .I just don't want you to be uncomfortable", Harry thought that his presence could bring discomfort to her.He was expecting her to tell him get the fuck off when he reached the airport.But her reaction startled him as well.He was glad that she liked the idea of him accompanying her but doesn't want to push her limits.

"Oh great news,I am not " Y/N stated, but her expression says anything but humor.

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Both of them were so jetlagged and tired that they didn't even bother to acknowledge each other's presence after freshening up and quietly slipping onto the bed.Both of them stuck to their respective sides.

Y/N woke up in the morning only to find Harry's side of the bed empty.He woke up early.The sound of the shower stating that he's currently bathing.Y/N's face became hot thinking about a naked harry under the shower head. No,don't go there Y/N, she told herself. The bathroom door suddenly opened, revealing a half naked torso that belonged to none other than Harry fucking Styles. He was dangerously handsome. All those button ups did not do justice to this handsome man in front of her.Tiny drops of water dripping over smooth skin. God forbid, she wanted to lick all those drops from that butterfly tattoo at the middle of his abs all the way to that neck . She wanted to trail her nose through that sharp jawline and bury it deep in the gap between his neck and shoulder and drink in that intoxicating smell of him .

"My eyes are up here, honey " she looked only to find him staring at her with a playful smirk on his face.His expression suggests that the cheeky bastard is satisfied with the idea of her appreciating his half naked body .

"Nothing that I am interested in," she said defensively.

"Oh I saw , you're definitely not interested in my body that you spent drooling over it for the past let me check”, he paused to look at the imaginary watch on his wrist and added,”25 minutes”.

"No fucking way." She shook her head and stomped towards the bathroom door ,"I don't have any time for your childish antics. I have to attend the meeting.If you want to accompany me, get ready instead of walking around naked to distract the whole population."

"Oh so you're distracted. I figured."Harry said smugly .

" I wasn't." Y/N closed the bathroom door a little too loudly.

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The first day of the meeting went smooth, their presentation was the next day. They attended many talks and met a lot of new people.

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The most awaited day came, she was really nervous and excited for them to present it together with him, she was pretty sure that they were going to impress everyone. Just as expected, the presentation went great and they received a standing ovation from the people who attended the conference.

“We make a good team, don’t we?”Harry asked when they were backstage after the presentation.

“Yes we do”, she gave him a heartfelt smile and a hug. He hugged her back with the same enthusiasm and energy.

After the conference, many people came up to them, saying that they were interested in collaborating with Thomas and sons enterprises, Harry and Y/N redirected them to approach Steffin directly. Some of them even asked Harry if he wanted to work with them but he politely turned down every single one of them.

What was he even thinking? Who would decline an offer from Derande Designs? They were the best in business right now.Maybe it’s just that he was too loyal to Steffin and Mr Tomas or there might be some other personal reasons for him to continue there. But Y/N felt like it had something to do with her, as his eyes darted immediately towards her after the offer .She tried her best to express indifference but she was affected.She was actually a bit scared that he'll leave her . But Harry didn't even bother to think about it further, that he declined the offer immediately.

After a long, tiring and unending hour of talking to people they did not even know, Harry pulled her back by her arm and whispered in her ear, “Shall we get out of here?”

“I thought you would never ask,” she chuckled.

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“Let’s get wasted tonight, we deserve it,” she said while they were on the way back to their hotel room.

“That we do. I know a place here. Karaoke night ?”

“Yup, I’m in”

“ Great. Let’s take a little break and get going then?”

“Yes, sir,” she saluted , laughing.

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“I’m ready to go,” she said as she emerged from the bathroom, after dressing and doing her makeup, she was wearing a little black dress and a pearl necklace, with minimal makeup and a deep red lip shade.

He was practically drooling at the sight of her. She felt his eyes raking up and down her figure. He suddenly shrugged it off and said quickly,

“Yup, let’s go,”

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One shot of tequila turned into two, three, four and more. They danced together and had a lot of fun. He felt like something had changed between them, she was intoxicating, to say the least.

They were drunk and he couldn't seem to keep his hands off of her. He felt like he needed some kind of contact with her body and she didn't seem to mind it.

After the karaoke night at the club, they played a round of beer pong with some strangers they met at the club. They were so tipsy and it was getting late.

The cab arrived and they both got inside. When they reached the hotel, Harry helped her get out of the vehicle and took her hand, leading the way towards the elevator. Even though it was around midnight, the city was filled with hustle and bustle.

They both got inside and pressed the key to their level. They were alone at last and he was trying so hard not to do anything he might regret later. Both of them could feel the tension rise.

He couldn't stay away from her. It was odd, they were so close, yet so far apart. He wanted her, only her. He wanted her to make him forget everything else. He wanted her to tell him he was hers and he wouldn't even look at another woman. He wanted to do unspeakable things to her, he wanted her in the most primal way. Each cell in his body was yearning for her touch, the heat radiating from her.

In an attempt to have her close to him, Harry pretended to stumble and fall and she was quick to catch him, she threw her hand around his waist and helped him steady himself and didn't let go even after he could stand straight.. He tilted his head and looked at her face. He wanted to remember each and every inch of her face as if it was his last sight.

The air suddenly grew thicker and he could see her gulping. He couldn't focus on anything. His heavy gaze flickered from her eyes to her lips.He could hear her staggering breath. She nodded and his heart leapt out of his chest. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or if she had just given him a green signal. He gently leaned forward and was surprised to see her doing the same. They were so close that he could feel her warmth on his cheeks and her breath on his lips.

Suddenly the elevator bell dinged and opened itself, bursting their little intimate bubble, exposing them to the bustling world outside. They practically jumped apart before anyone could see them.

A few people came in and he had to move behind her to give them space. He stood right behind her. He could smell her perfume, she smelled like vanilla and some berry he couldn't quite remember the smell of. He leaned a bit towards her, breathing her in. He could feel her body shifting the slightest bit towards him, which gave him the push to make a move. He felt like he would not be able to get this close with her if he wasted this chance. He leaned closer, his lips above her ear and tucked a few strands of hair behind her ear and whispered

"You looked gorgeous tonight"

That seemed to work because he could feel her shuffle towards him and tilted her neck towards his face.

"Thank you" she breathed out. Their faces were inches away from each other and she suddenly pulled back, there were people in the elevator.

She relaxed against his body and he gently slipped a hand on her waist holding her close; she hummed lightly. When the elevator came to the next level, a woman and a kid got in and she shuffled a bit to give them some space. He could feel her hips move against his crotch and certain parts of him getting excited. He prayed she didn't notice , but then she moved again and he let out a quiet whimper and felt her stiffen. She suddenly moved away from him and didn't even look at him. After what felt like a disastrous few minutes, the bell dinged again and they got out, walking towards their hotel room door. He trailed after her, embarrassed. He knew it was going to be awkward and humiliating but he had no other choice.

She swiped the card and got in first, him getting in after her.

He knew he had to acknowledge it sooner rather than later. So he started,

"Um about the-"

But he didn't get a chance to finish it as she suddenly turned around, pushing him onto the door and kissing him. He froze, not expecting that at all. For a moment he didn't know what was happening and before he could do anything, she pulled back. He looked at her , his eyes widening in surprise as he took in her image. She looked at him in fear.

"I'm so sorry, I thought that you were… uhh.. I wasn't thinking, you know when we were in the elevator I thought…oh my God I can't believe I did that. For a moment I thought you were interested in me, I'm so sorry I know you don't want to have anything with me God I'm so stupid. I'm really really really sor-"

She didn't get a chance to complete her rambling as she felt a sudden weight knock her breath out. He was kissing her, with so much passion and fervor. She didn't wait any longer to return the kiss. He took his good time, his tongue exploring her mouth as his hands explored her body. He could taste the faint bitterness of the drink she had and the slightest bit of sweetness from the breath mint.

He reveled in her taste, forgetting himself until he heard a little breathy moan break out from her.

He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes just to dip his head down and place a few pecks on her lips.

"How can you even think that I don’t want you?” He seemed offended by that.

Taking her hand in his, he brought it down to his crotch.

“See? This is what you do to me.”

She groaned and after hearing that, he couldn’t help himself. He kissed her with avidity and an urgency, as if he would never be able to do that again. He pulled away and looked straight into her beautiful eyes and asked her with a smirk adorning his lips,

"As much as I like kissing you, I would give anything to fuck you right now. Can I fuck you, Y/N?”

Her breath got caught in her lungs, she nodded. “No, use your words,princess, I need to hear you say it”, his voice was serious.

“Yes, God yes, Harry”, she breathed; he didn't waste his time and picked her up to their bedroom.

He could feel his heart thumping loudly in his chest as he sat on the bed, her straddling him. Was all this just a fever dream? Would he open his eyes soon and realize all of it was just a reverie? Well, he could enjoy it while it lasts.

He wanted to have her under him, chanting his name as she falls apart under his touch. But his insecurities began creeping in, what if she thinks that it was a mistake? He did not want to force her into doing anything she did not want to do.

She was undoing the buttons of his shirt as fast as her hands would allow her. He stopped her movements by grabbing both of her wrists in his grasp. That made her look into his eyes.

" Are you sure you want to do this, Y/N? You can still back out ", even though he was serious, a part of him desperately hoped that she'd want to do it with him.

The answer was a scoff, she ripped up his half buttoned shirt and started kissing him, trying to undo his pants.

He didn't waste a moment in reciprocating her actions, he tore up her buttoned blouse but in the process, he had accidentally hooked his finger under the chain of her necklace and it snapped, the pearls flying in a million directions but she didn’t seem to care. Soon, both of them were sat on the bed in their undergarments. She started kissing the underside of his jaw, gently moving back and forth, testing the waters. Her doubts vanished when gripped her hips and started moving her with a bit more force. She guided her hungry lips back to his. She kissed him languidly, not at all in a rush. She gently swiped her tongue across his bottom lip and earned a whimper from him. He opened his mouth and she did not wait a moment to explore it. She started pecking his lips, moving towards his jaw and chin. She could feel how hard and ready he was for her. Her lips moved from his jaw to his neck, her hands moving to the waistband of his boxers. Pulling away, she took in the sight of his body and the tattoos that adorned it. She traced her fingers through the butterfly and moved her trembling fingers to the ferns on his hips. She looked into his eyes asking for permission and he nodded, his breathing pattern suddenly changing. She moved her fingers south, down his happy trail, pulling his boxers down. He could see her eyes widening, seeing him for the first time."Fuck…No wonder why you have a big ego", she said, giggling, and took hold of him, stroking gently. A hiss was the answer.

She increased the pressure slightly and he moaned,

"Fuck, don't do that, I won't last, baby please"

Hearing the pet name, she smiled. She pulled away and stood up stripping down the rest of her clothing. She could feel his eyes on her, looking at her as if she was a goddess. The way his jaw dropped, destroyed any insecurity she had over her body. He was lying on his back, propping himself up by the elbows.

"God, you're gorgeous", he muttered and she smiled, walking towards him and pushing him back to the headboard.

" Wait, I don't have a condom", he said.

" That's okay, I'm on birth control", she said. "Unless, you don't want to go on with it? " She asked, a little unsure of herself. He shut her up by pulling her onto his lap and kissing her hard, showing her that he wanted nothing more. She straddled his lap and hovered over him, lining him up with her throbbing core. She looked at him again, to ask if she was reading it right and he nodded again, this time a little desperate. She gently sank down, hissing at the slight pain, adjusting to his size. He gently gripped her hips, holding her close to him. She was trying hard to take all of him at once, he tilted her chin towards him and cooed,

" Hey, hey… no need to rush, we have all the time in the world, yeah? " She nodded. Soon, they formed a rhythm, her hips grinding into his, both of them moaning at the sensation.

"Yes…just like that… That's my girl", he whimpered. The praise seemed to turn her on even more, if it was possible. She increased her pace and not long after, he started whining

"God I'm coming" He choked out,

"Can I come please, Y/N?", his neck veins straining,

"Baby, please? "

"Come for me, love, go on" She encouraged and it was all he needed before surrendering himself to the pleasure that sent shockwaves through his body.His face reddened and his toes curled ,he moaned out, his veiny hands gripping the white satin sheets tight . She felt a surge of pride as she saw what effect she had on him, it was a boost to her ego. He was panting, a thin layer of sweat forming on his forehead. She decided to slow down her movements as she thought he needed a bit of time to recover.

Harry felt bad as she hadn't gotten her release. He was surprised by the effect she had on him, it was one of the best orgasms he ever had. He wanted to return it, he wanted to give her the best orgasm she ever had, he wanted to worship her, to please her like no other, to watch her come undone under his touch. With a sudden sense of determination and an undying desire to give her what she deserves, he flipped them over, hovering above her. She was surprised at the sudden movement. Without wasting a moment, he pressed his lips onto hers, before gently pulling out and thrusting himself into her. She whimpered at the sudden movement,

"Did that hurt? Do you want me to stop? " He asked, concerned.

" No, keep going please" She moaned.

He smirked and ground her hips into hers over and over again, hitting the sensitive cluster of nerves inside her. She gasped, raking her nails through his shoulders and back when he bent her knees and planted her feet on the bed. Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt her pleasure building, but then he stopped moving. She was irritated, to say the least,

"Wha-"

"Look into my eyes, princess, or I'll stop", he was serious.

The sudden dominance taking over him worked her up even more.

" Yes, yes…now keep going please", she begged.

He chuckled, and started moving again, his beautiful green eyes boring into hers. She did not dare closing them again as she was again slowly reaching her climax. She gently tried to slip her own hand down to add to the pleasure but he suddenly grabbed her wrists with a hand, pinning it above her head,

"No touching" , he growled.

She whimpered at the rough tone, arching her back for more friction and he obliged, still not letting go of her wrists. She could feel the pressure building up and he moved his lips to her neck, sucking a love mark onto the skin, the slight pain paired with the pleasure he was giving her pushing her from the edge. Her body combusted in pure bliss, her eyes were shut close, a few years escaping.He came too, feeling her clenching around him in the most sinful way. He could see that she was holding back her moans, he waited a moment so that they could catch their breaths and come down their high. As they rode their waves together, his head was tucked in the crook of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent.

"Ready for another round, love?" He asked and a giggle was the answer.

"But this time, I don't want you hiding all those beautiful sounds from me, darling, I want the whole world to hear you screaming my name, I want them to know that you're mine. Will you give me that, huh? "

"Yeah", she mewled.

"Turn around then, ass up" He commanded.

She let out a heavy breath, spinning around and assuming the position he demanded.

"Good girl, doing so good for me, love" He purred.

He slowly stood up and walked towards her, standing behind her, and slowly caressed her back.

“God, you have no idea how long I’ve dreamed about this”, he murmured, bending down to place a kiss on her lower back.

“Okay, you ready, sweetheart?”, he asked again

“Yes”, her reply was instantaneous, almost desperate.

He lined himself and in one swift thrust, entered into her warmth. She whimpered in pleasure and he quickly realized that he’s going about it the right way and started picking up speed.

“Oh, Jesus fuck, right there…oh my God yes just like that”, she moaned and he slammed into her again and again until both of them reached their highs, losing their rhythm as the climax crashed on them like a wave. She had muttered his name like it was a prayer, so sacred and heavenly. They both gasped when he finally pulled out; he held her close and both of them lay there in a comfortable silence, he placed little kisses on her forehead.

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Harry walked over to the bathroom and came back after cleaning himself up, and bringing a washcloth to clean her up. He changed the sheets by the time she came back after changing into her pajamas. They both got into the bed and he pulled her close to him, her the little spoon and him with his face nuzzled into her neck from the back. Soon, she was out like a light in his warm embrace. He kissed her on the cheek again and whispered in her ear, “I love you,Y/N, more than my life, more than anything… I hope I could tell you that when you’re awake but I don’t know how you feel about that, so for the time being, I’ll just love you from afar, I just wanted to let you know that my heart belongs to you and only you.”

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