#SORRY FOR THE DELAY I OVERSLEPT :')

[sickgraymeat]

Every day 😭

#I’m not even leaving now shdbsdnndnd #it’s actually the burnout tho I will find any way to delay leaving for work it’s terrible #not even conscious like I’m writing paragraphs abt rejection sensitive dysphoria and communicating & respecting boundaries but #it’s always something #I need gas too I’m gonna be so late I hate this #ok I’m getting up RIGHT NOW #the worst is liek ‘im so sorry overslept have been sick and not sleeping great’ how do you say that to your employers who are parents of 2 #2 under 2??!!?! #like???? #I didn’t actually oversleep but it’s better than saying what I said here ahdbdndnnd and close to the truth the exhaustion sick weird sleep #is true

[emotionoitme]

under the moon

carmy berzatto x reader

final part of about a girl

masterlist

warnings: drinking & drug use (marijuana), carmy being mean, clubbing, jealousy, so much dirty talk, bdsm dom/sub undertones, oral sex (f receiving), spanking, fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, choking, lots of cursing as usual

wc: 9.2k

a/n: i am so excited for you all to read this. & sorry for the slight delay, it took me a bit longer than expected to finish! thank you so so much for your continued support on this series! i genuinely never thought people would like it so much🥺 enjoy!

foster the people - under the moon

she had begrudgingly awoken the following morning, head feeling as if it were stuffed with cotton, eyes swollen and sore. the bright morning light streams through her open blinds, soaking the room in warm sun. she groans, throwing the duvet over her completely, praying her bed would open up into a sinkhole and swallow her completely. she snakes her arm out, reaching around the nightstand for her phone, pulling it back in. she had overslept about an hour, meaning she would have to heavily compromise on her morning routine and practically sprint to work if she wanted to make it on time. she considered it shortly, but ultimately pulled up her contacts app on her phone, opting to call in sick. she scrolls, the first option being carmy. she wanted so badly to hear his voice, yet her stomach drops at the thought of him, so she quickly scrolls past the contact to find sydney’s number instead. the girl hesitates for a moment, before dialing, a point of deliberation deep within her. she wanted to be as far as away from the man as she could possibly be, the thought of his mere face bringing her a feeling of anguish. on the other hand, she wanted to bear witness to his demeanor— reassure herself that he’s as affected as she is over last night’s encounter. 

he’s probably fine, she thinks to herself, lips twisted into a frown, he’s the one who didn’t want to keep it going. she tries to push the thought away, a hot pang of regret seeping through her body. she burrows deeper into the safety of her bed, tapping the icon next to syd’s contact, bringing the phone to her ear. the line rings, once, twice, three times, then a click. 

“hello?” she hears at the other end. 

“hey, syd,” she greets, groggily, “um, i'm sorry to do this to you guys, but i can’t come in today,” she explains, clarifying, “im sick, my stomach really hurts.” it was a white lie, told out of self preservation, knowing if she saw carmy’s face she surely would feel sick. she hears sydney take a breath. 

“uhh, yeah, that’s fine. we should be fine,” she assures, continuing to ask, “are you still gonna come out with us tomorrow night?” syd pushes a piece of silverware neatly into place, finishing the last table as she watches her business partner come out from the kitchen, walking towards her. 

“tomorrow night?” the girl questions, flipping her duvet off her head for oxygen. 

sydney chides her name, “tomorrow night, tina’s birthday? drinks, dancing, i’ve been telling you about it since last thursday?” glancing at her coworker, curious about who she’s talking to. sydney mouths the girl’s name to him, carmen then gesturing to ask for the phone. 

“yes, syd, thank you! i will be there. i’m sorry i’ve been so scattered this week,” she replies, sitting up out of bed. 

“you’re fine, we can unwind tomorrow,” sydney replies, mouthing “okay, okay,” to the persistently gesturing man, “here, let me put you on with carmy,” she replies, going to hand the phone to the man. 

“no!” the other line interrupts, more frantic than she meant to sound, met with silence. “i mean,” she tries to backtrack, “i don’t want him to worry about me. don’t put me on,” the girl stumbles out. 

“welll, he’s saying that he wants to talk to you… so, i don’t really have much of a choice, okay, bye!” the chipper girl quickly tells her. 

fuck, she mentally exclaims, i should’ve just gone in if i was gonna have to talk to him anyways. 

she hears her name through the line, tone questioning, as carmy takes the phone from syd. 

“hi,” she responds to his beckon, quietly. 

“you’re calling in?” he asks, holding a finger up to syd, walking towards the back office for some privacy. she tightly closes her eyes, finding her words. 

“i, uh, don’t feel good,” she responds, tone shakier than she had anticipated. the line goes silent for a minute, the girl mindlessly fiddling with a loose thread on her comforter. 

“are you avoiding me?” comes his question, catching her slightly off guard. 

“no, carmy” she quickly defends, “i don’t feel well.”

“what’s wrong?” he asks, taking a seat in his office chair. 

“my, um,” she hesitates, “my stomach hurts.” 

he’s not sure he believes her, leaning back in the chair and running a hand over his face.

“okay,” he concedes, letting out a sigh, “just, uh, take it easy today then.” he hears her hum in agreement, pausing before continuing. 

“are you going to that club tomorrow?” carmy asks her, “for tina’s birthday?” 

she dangles her legs over the edge of the bed, mindlessly kicking back and forth. 

“are you?” she asks, eager to skip out on anything besides shutting herself safely inside and maybe putting her fingers to good use to prove carmen nonessential, the memories of his touch flooding her mind incessantly. 

“i think i have to,” he responds, “i already told syd i would,” his eyes glancing back towards the open office door. she softly smiles, knowing she was in the same boat. 

“okay,” standing and walking to her closet, looking for a  club-suitable dress, “i’ll go too, then,” a small smirk in her tone. he can’t fight the smile that breaks his face, eyebrows raising slightly. 

“carmy, my phone?” he hears from the hallway, a reminder of his surroundings, his time talking with the girl running short. 

“yeah!” he yells back to the hallway, “hey, uh, feel better today, okay? i’ll see you tomorrow night,” carmy tells the girl, watching sydney walk into the office. 

“thanks, carm. bye,” she responds, the call ending shortly thereafter. she had felt slightly guilty abandoning her shift, all for the purpose of not having to be tortured with his presence, a reminder of what had transpired the previous night. their casual encounters had quickly morphed into something else within her brain, feeling a deep sense of affection towards the man, chastising herself because she had worried about this and continued anyways. 

she makes her way to the bathroom, splashing cold water over her face, the morning chill seeping through her bones. would it be so wrong for them to keep seeing each other? they were consenting adults—albeit boss and employee— both previously oblivious to the profound magnetism of their natural connection. she wanted to pursue things with him further, increasingly affected by his caring words and gestures, no longer being able to deny the twinge in her chest she gets when picturing his face. 

but she knew he didn’t want the same. 

why would he? she thought, it isn’t what he signed up for. he seemed focused on his work, like he would have limited time for a relationship.

she opted to get a few chores done around the house, taking advantage of the day off, sticking on the thought of him, though, finding herself looking through her closet for a dress with him in mind. 

—

the space is hot, crowded, alive with movement. tickets pour from the printer one by one. 

“it goes to four cousin, for the third time,” carmy scolds, “stop fucking with the tickets already,” hands busied with removing a large pot from the burner. 

“hold on, i’m fixing them,” richie argues back, clutching a mess of paper. 

carmy paces to the walk in refrigerator, grabbing a large container and making his way through the sea of bustling employees, checking on stations. he was running on fumes, only getting a solid three hours of sleep the previous night, plagued by a swarming head and uneasy stomach.

it’s best this way, he tells himself over again, easiest, hoping that if he repeats it enough times it will start to feel true. 

“alright send these out to six, please,” he hears from the front of the kitchen, glancing over at the expo, seeing the recently plated entrees. 

“fuck, richie, four!” carmen snaps, his hand flying out. 

“jesus, alright, four!” richie yells, widening his eyes, shaking his head, continuing. “calm down, carm, she’ll be back thursday,” a snicker on his face 

carmen freezes in his spot, skin beginning to burn. his eyes dart to richie, jaw twitching. 

“shut the fuck up,” he bites, venom in his tone, trying to push himself further into his work to outlet the growing frustration. he hears the other man chuckle knowingly, glancing at carmen. 

“okay, sore spot!” richie pokes, organizing the last few tickets, smile on his face. the chef doesn’t reply, beginning to quickly chop vegetables, unsure of what would slip off his tongue if he opened his mouth. 

it was unclear to him why he was unable to regulate himself when it came to someone even mentioning her, figuring it was temporary, and would slowly dissipate once they had some distance from each other. carmy deeply exhales, glancing at the clock, counting down the hours until he would be able to see her again. 

—

it was incredible how fast days would slip by when she didn’t have to go to the restaurant, taking care of domestic matters and recharging from the strenuous week so far, not thinking of carmen.

she goes to sleep that night wearing his clothes, arms wrapped around herself as if the sensation could ever come close to his touch, waking the next morning to eagerly check a phone empty of notifications. on her second day off she works on assignments for her classes, calls an old friend and grabs herself lunch from a bagel shop nearby. upon returning home she grabs a pair of earbuds and spends a few hours outside in the sunlight, mending the cracks in her heart, falling asleep on her balcony sofa and letting the sun kiss her better. the light of the afternoon seeps into the evening, painting the city in a soft yellow blanket, the girl slowly blinking awake. she watches a few cars drive by, a warm breeze shifting the trees, slowly sitting up and stretching, checking the time on her phone. she has a few hours to get ready before meeting everyone for drinks, her body relaxing at the confirmation. her eyes glance down past the time, seeing two new messages on her screen. 

carmy: 416 s clark street

carmy: do you need a ride?

she unlocks her phone, staring at the gray bubbles for what seems like an eternity, fingers hovering over the keys. she begins to type a response, “no. gonna walk,” then quickly deletes it, knowing he would insist on driving her.  

why is he trying to be so nice still?

she feels a twinge of irritation, quickly shutting off the phone, opting to not reply to his message. he was a hard man to understand, his actions contradicting his words more often than not—declaring the two finished, then continuing to pursue contact, referring to them as a “no strings” relationship and then calling her baby and sweetheart. it was confusing more than anything, beginning to take an emotional toll on the young woman. she felt incredibly tense the past few days, mind prickling with anxieties and insecurities, desperate to feel some type of release. 

fuck him, she thinks, standing and opening her sliding glass door, going inside, i’m gonna forget about it tonight. she stalks to her closet, i’m gonna find a hot stranger and just dance, pulling out a short, skin tight club dress and holding it in front of herself, facing the mirror. she wanted him out of mind completely, settling with trying to replace his touch with someone else’s tonight no matter how much her heart objected. she puts music on, setting the dress on her bed and undresses, studying herself in the mirror for a moment before making her way to the bathroom and turning on the shower. she takes a long while to let the hot water to melt onto her skin, cherishing the white silence of the shower head. the young woman takes her time getting ready, piecing herself back together with an extensive routine. once she’s in a robe with her hair wrapped up she walks to the fridge, grabbing a seltzer with alcohol to ease the slight oncoming nerves. she meticulously does her makeup and styles her hair, shamefully wondering if carmy would like how she’s dressed up, checking her phone to see it’s time to head over. dropping her robe and zipping into the dress she had picked out for the night, the girl examines her reflection, admiring the work she had put in. she looked hot, turning to the side and checking out her profile, curves accentuated by the tight fabric. satisfied, she mists herself with perfume and grabs her heels and purse, walking to the door. she swings the heavy metal barrier open to reveal a tepid july night, air thick with moisture. she balances against the frame, slipping into her heels and sliding her purse strap over her shoulder, stepping into the dusk of the evening and letting the door lock behind her. she glances at her phone for walking directions, head slightly fuzzy from the seltzer she had drank on an empty stomach. her short walk to the club garners many gawking stares from passerby’s, surprisingly not making her feel as small as they usually seem to, the goal was to catch eyes tonight, right? 

she squints, identifying bright flickering lights in the distance, the border of the club’s sign. there were a few people dispersed outside, all either smoking or talking on the phone, or both. she brushes her hair back, walking towards the entrance when she hears her name called from behind her. 

“- yo!” turning to see marcus and angel leaning against the brick wall of the establishment. she smiles, turning and walking towards them, the distinct odor of marijuana arising from the cigarette marcus clutched in between his thumb and pointer. 

“hi,” she grins, tilling her head slightly. 

“hey,” the two respond, almost in synchronicity. marcus holds the rolled paper to her, “want some?” 

she smiles, plucking it from his fingertips and bringing it to her lips, deeply inhaling to soften the inevitable drop her stomach would endure at the sight of carmen. the ember burns quickly, and she’s surprised at the harshness. 

she hands it back with a slow exhale, thanking marcus. 

“nervous?” angel chimes in, trying to hide a smile. the girl pauses for a moment, is it so obvious? 

“i haven’t been to a club in a while,” she responds, crossing her arms. it was partially true, but she knew the real reason for the relentless fluttering in her chest. 

the man stubs the filter onto a nearby trash can, dusting his hands off on his pants. “you guys ready to go in?”

the other man affirms, pushing himself off the wall and turning to walk to the front. the girl stays behind, hesitating. 

“you two go ahead. i’m gonna air out,” she responds, leaning back, basking in the slight breeze. the men both crack a smile before walking together to the entrance, leaving the girl in her solitude. she closes her eyes for a moment, deeply inhaling the night air, listening to the reverberation of bass through the walls of the club. she feels a cloud of haze overwhelm her, the mixture of substances seeping through her in a warm glow. she hears footsteps approach. 

“hey.”

her eyes snap open, breath escaping her at the sight of carmy. he looked polished, buttoned up into a dress shirt, hair fluffy and face cleanly shaved. she nearly salivated at his presentation, the buzz she felt complicating her decision to ignore him. 

“hi,” she shortly responds, lip slightly pouted, watching as his eyes examine her, floating down her form. he snaps his eyes away, clearing his throat. 

“you, uh, get my text?” 

she nods, looking up to him, meeting his eyes with unwavering contact. he walks closer to the girl, slightly shaking his head and furrowing his brow in confusion, an unspoken gesture to elaborate. 

she looks away, arms wrapping around herself. 

“i didn’t need a ride,” she answers, “i walked.” 

carmen’s jaw visibly tightens, feeling a twinge of irritation. 

“yeah. uh, i asked because i didn’t want you walking here alone,” he explains in a slightly frustrated tone. 

“yeah, well i made it,” she retorts, aggravation bubbling beneath the surface, “so you don’t need to worry about it.” 

she didn’t know why he was getting under her skin so easily tonight, her throat suddenly feeling hot and tight, raking her eyes over the top of his chest exposed by an open button.

“well i do,” the man argues, “i don’t want you walking by yourself. anywhere,” he solidifies in a stern tone. the girl lets out a scoff. 

“you’re acting like you’re my boyfriend,” she spits, fed up with the sense of entitlement he felt over her. 

“i’m not your fuckin’ boyfriend,” he quickly asserts, tone ringing out much harsher than he intended. 

she knows this to be a fact, but still can’t help the drop she feels in her chest when he says it aloud like that. she opens her mouth to say something, then quickly closes it, biting her lip, eyes darting to the ground. he instantly regrets saying it, brushing his fingers through his hair, grabbing it, studying the girl’s dejection with a pit in his stomach. 

“whatever, carmen,” she dismisses, shoving past him. her lungs felt tight, eyes burned, mentally cursing herself, rushing to the club entrance to distance herself from the man. she shoves the door open, immediately being engulfed by sound and swarming bodies. she blinks back a few tears, deeply inhaling and exhaling, zoning into the environment. spotting the group of her coworkers at a corner table, she shufflles through the crowd to approach them. syd immediately spots the girl, calling out to her and waving. she plasters on a smile as the rest turn to watch her, all unanimously greeting the new arrival. she makes her way over to tina, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek, wishing her happy birthday. she squeezes into her seat in between sydney and richie, turning to the tall man to ask, “so where’s my drink?”

richie lets out a boisterous laugh, throwing an arm around the girl.

“i don’t think you’re gonna have much of a problem getting drinks tonight, sweetheart,” he teases, as carmy approaches the table, receiving welcomes and pulling out a chair to sit. she flickers her eyes over to carmen to find he’s staring at her, quickly tearing them back away and leaning over to syd. 

“come get a drink with me. i really need it,” she pleads, placing her hand on sydney’s forearm. the other girl agrees, the two sliding out from under the table and making their way to the bar, arms linked. 

—

why did i say that? 

he watches her rush to the front entrance, his body frozen, processing the conversation. 

why did i say that?

he begins to go after her, reaching his arm out before she swiftly maneuvers the door open, slipping inside. 

why the fuck did i say that?

it wasn’t completely untrue— he wasn’t her boyfriend— something he had failed to make entirely made clear before that point. he wasn’t oblivious to the way they had grown closer, either, the thought of her nestled deeply within a sweet spot in his heart. yet he had done nothing to prevent it from happening, and once thinking of it, he finds he’s only ever done the opposite, his behavior towards the girl falling far closer to a boyfriend than a hookup. he begins following in her footsteps, opening the club door and immediately becoming overwhelmed with the number of people crowding the floor. carmy cranes his neck, watching her figure weave through the crowd and towards a corner table. he pushes through the wall of people, seeing her take her seat, approaching the table to receive greetings from his coworkers. his eyes are trained on her, wrapped into richie’s arm, smiling until she locks eyes with him. then it drops, slightly. it makes him feel sick. he turns to fak at his right and engages in conversation as he watches her rise from the table alongside sydney. she looks like a model of some type, he thinks, with dark makeup defining her striking eyes and hair tousled over her shoulder, tight black dress riding up over the skin of her thighs. he trails down her face to her neck. when she moves her hair behind her ear he can see a small purple mark left from his teeth, eyes fully fixated on the spot. the bass of the music thumps, reverberating through the club, floorboards shaking. he tries to keep up in the table’s conversation whilst simultaneously keeping a close eye on the girl, shifting to see her order at the bar through the moving bodies. she throws a shot back, grimacing at the taste, laughing while saying something to syd (he was never very good at reading lips) and raising her hand to flag the bartender once more. the table bursts into laughter, carmen’s eyes drawing back to his coworkers, watching as tina shoves richie’s hand with a smile on her face, rolling her eyes. he feels an inclination to step outside for a smoke, head buzzing with stimulation from the lively environment, wondering how long he should stay before it would be acceptable to leave. 

“oh my gosh, thank you baby,” he hears tina say, glancing over to see the girl having returned from the bar, placing a fruity drink in front of the woman. 

she smiles, returning to her seat as the current song ends, fading into the next. sydney and the girl gasp in tandem at the distinctive opening, locking eyes with each other and grinning. 

“we’re gonna go dance!” the girl excitedly calls, taking syd by the hand and navigating towards the dance floor, crowded with moving bodies. it’s hot, but fluid, the two girls beginning to move together, grinning. carmen watches her, eyes cutting through the crowd. she moves her hips, bringing her hands up her body, flashing lights illuminating her in colors. the sight was hypnotic almost, eyes trained on her, tense in his seat. she throws her hair back, circling her body, closing her eyes. 

richie leans over to him, “you, uh, sure she did just bartending over at ricky’s?” elbowing him slightly. 

carmen doesn’t respond, eyes fixated on her gyrating movements, jaw tensing, painfully aware of all the eyes she’s gathered around the club. she continues dancing after the first two songs, even when sydney makes her way back to the table in need of rest. carmy tried to not make it so obvious he was watching the girl, grateful some of his other coworkers had joined the crowd on the dancefloor, completely entranced by her movement. he tears his gaze away, standing up find the bar, eager to ease the incredible tension he felt pent up within him. she seemed to be having fun dancing, and in a way it felt refreshing to watch the girl so loose and carefree. carmy couldn’t help the sense of possessiveness he felt, though, watching her move like that, seeing the way other men looked at her, like meat. it made him sick. 

he orders a beer once the bartender makes their way over, song fading into the next. he turns to lean against the counter, eyes searching for her as he brings the bottle to his lips with a long swig. he feels a pang in his chest, as he finds her, hand on another man’s arm, leaning to whisper something in his ear. he closely watches as the man smiles, nods, placing his hands on her hips and getting closer to her. carmen’s skin immediately becomes hot, teeth clenching, taking a deep breath through his nose to try and calm himself. 

what the fuck is she doing? 

his eyebrows furrow, watching as she dances, bringing her arms up, turning, moving against the stranger. he feels physically sick, stomach churning at the way this man was touching her navel, hips, pressing himself to the back of her. carmy tightly grips the bottle, unable to rip his eyes away, the girl glistening in the light. she throws her head back against the man’s shoulder, hair draping over him, grinding to the music. her eyes find carmen’s quickly, intentionally locking gazes as she brings the strangers hands higher, up her waist, ribs, her mouth falling opening. carmen stands, knocking the barstool off balance with the force of his movement, shoving through the crowd, disregarding the dirty looks, quickly making his way to the dance floor. he grabs the girl’s wrist, pulling her from the stranger’s grasp, tightly gripping her as he walks towards the back door, dragging her behind him, feeling the struggle of her arm as she tries to pull away. he turns, putting a hand on her lower back, ushering her through the club, shoving the heavy metal door open and bringing her outside, finally letting go when the two are far from the door. he brings a hand to his hair, grabbing, turning to face the girl. 

“what the fuck, carmen?” she yells, ripping her hand away from him, “what’s your issue?” her words slightly under-enunciated. 

he bites down on his lip, meeting her eyes, hand coming to his hip. he hardly had an explanation for the girl, driven by a redhot primal jealousy, blood boiling at the sight of someone else’s hands on her, grabbing, feeling her like that. 

“what’s my issue?” he scoffs, “why the fuck were you dancing like that?” his face reddening, pulse quickening. she lets out a laugh, leaning back against the wall, gazing up at him. 

“why?” she asks, “are you jealous?” 

he shakes his head, unconsciously stepping closer to her.

“i’m not jealous,” he argues, jaw set firmly, eyes casting down onto her. 

“yeah?” she leans forward, further closing the distance between them. he nods, fixated on the droop of her eyes, the part of her lips, the way she looked up at him through her dark lashes. 

“so what if i fuck him?” she asks softly, a smirk playing on her lips, “will you be jealous then?” 

he lets out a breath, fire growing at her words.

he shakes his head, “you’re not gonna fuck him,” asserting with confidence. she tilts her head, alcohol emboldening her. 

“how do you know?” she challenges, well aware of how affected she was by his tone, his demeanor, the look in his eyes. carmy gets closer to her face. 

“because he’s not gonna fuck you like i do,” his voice deep, low, eyes boring into hers with an intensity that lights her core ablaze. the girl finds her breath hitches, mouth going dry, gaze flickering to his lips. he rests his hand on the brick behind her, leaning closer, “hear all those pretty sounds you make.” 

she shuts her eyes tightly, trying to shake her senses of the overwhelming lust she felt. she was supposed to stay angry at him, he was being an asshole. maybe it was the alcohol or the drugs, or the way he towered over her, but she felt no anger, only replaced by want, a slick ache growing at the way he seems to claim her for himself. she takes a deep breath, body feeling as if it were buzzing, head cloudy. 

“you are so fucking confusing,” she whispers, bringing her forehead to lightly touch his. he rests his hand on her lower back, relishing in the warmth of the contact, breathing in her scent. she was completely right about him, he thinks, never saying what he really means to her. if he could have what he really wanted, she would be his, only his. a girlfriend. 

“yeah,” he takes a shaky breath, “yeah. i know,” reply coming, hesitantly. “i’m sorry, -” he breathes out, her name sounding sweet on his tongue. she blinks away the tears that want to form, grabbing the fabric of his shirt, a small tremble of the lip. she opens her mouth to say something, eyes tearfully meeting his. 

the metal door creeks open, momentarily releasing the booming music out into the alleyway, breaking the trance as a few smokers congregate by the back. the girl changes her mind, mouth shutting. she releases his shirt, pulling away, stepping around the man and smoothing her appearance, pads of her fingers coming to dry a few escaped tears. he watches her try and compose herself, shivering in her small dress. his heart clenches, feeling the overwhelming need to take care of her— wrap his arm around her, lead her back to his home, dress her in more of his clothes and watch her fall asleep. he shrugs off his light jacket, walking over to her and draping it over her shoulders without saying anything. she glances up at the man, engulfed by his warmth and the smell of him, ache in her chest. 

“i’m gonna go home,” she whispers, swaying slightly. 

“let me walk you,” he offers, hand coming to her upper back. she quickly shakes her head, taking a step away from him. 

he sighs at her stubbornness, says her name. 

“you’re drunk,” he observes, “let me make sure you get there okay.” 

she hiccups, crossing her arms. 

“ ‘m not drunk,” she slurs unconvincingly. he nods, letting out a breath, hand coming to rub his face. 

“okay,” he concedes, “then, just… go back in with me for a sec. say bye to everyone.” 

she meets his eyes, consideration running over her features, then nodding slowly. he puts his hand on the small of her back, steadying her as they walk back towards the large metal door. there’s a noticeable change in temperature difference as the two enter the club again, weaving through a sea of moving bodies, carmy holding tightly onto her, ushering her forward towards the corner table. he doesn’t miss the glances from his workers at the sight of the girl wearing his jacket, a few smiles cracked, looks exchanged. he ignores it, picks his beer back up as the girl excuses herself from the event, claiming to not feel good and chalking it up to drinking too much when she usually doesn’t partake. richie, surprisingly, says nothing, eyes trained on carmen, smirk plastered over his face. 

“i’m gonna head out too,” carmy announces, “take her home.” 

richie begins loudly laughing, clapping his hands together. 

“jesus christ, i am right about everything!” he shouts, slamming his glass down onto the table. carmen’s skin begins to prickle with embarrassment. 

“hey richie,” he chimes, “shut the fuck up.” he felt unbearably tense tonight between the day’s grueling shift, the girl dancing on another man, the newfound teasing, as if he were about to implode. he was in desperate need of some sort of release. carmy watches her, tightly clad fabric stretching over her ass as she leans down to give tina a hug. he felt guilty, almost, the way he had been shamelessly gawking at her throughout the night, the act doing nothing but intensify the burning he felt bottled up within him. 

“i’m sorry i’m leaving so early, t,” he hears from her mouth, “i don’t feel very well.” 

the older woman brushes the apology away, placing a kiss on the girl’s cheek. 

“feel better, baby,” she coos, looking to carmen, “jeff, you make sure she gets into bed okay,” the command motherly in tone. he nods, coming to give tina a side hug, “ ‘night, t. happy birthday.”

—

the sidewalk pavement was in dire need of repair, cracks and bumps literally the surface, worsening the walk for people who weren’t drunk. she stumbles over a divot, instinctively grabbing onto carmy’s arm for balance, heels catching on every small crevice. she lets out a cry of frustration, stopping in her tracks. 

“this is impossible,” she exclaims, reaching down to adjust the strap of her heel, “why don’t they fix this stupid street?” 

he can’t help the way the corners of his lips twitch upwards. she was cute, even in her frustration. he crouched, slightly, leaning over, arms out. 

“c’mere,” he tells her, “jump up.” 

she falters, trying to retain independence in her drunken stubbornness, but ultimately accepts, the other option being continually tripping over herself for another mile. she puts her hands up on his shoulders, using him as leverage to boost herself up, his arms coming to wrap around the backs of her thighs. he hears her squeal, slightly, feeling as she pulls the short dress down to cover the curve of her ass. the man grits his teeth, shaking the mental image of it as he tightly grips the supple skin of her upper thighs. she’s easy to carry, surprisingly so, as he continues walking in the direction of her apartment building. a silence settles between the two of them, breaths falling in line with the gentle rhythm of his steps. she wraps her arms around him further, bringing her head to rest on his shoulder, exhale tickling his neck. he clears his throat, glancing back at the girl, seeing her closed eyes. 

“i, uh,” he hesitates, gathering his thoughts, “i fuckin’ hated seeing that guy touch you,” the confession slipping off of his tongue. he feels her smile slightly against his neck. 

“i knew you would,” her reply comes softly. he lets out a small scoff, humored by what she admits. 

“you’re a brat,” he asserts lowly, pressing his fingers into her skin. she splays her arms out, pushing her chest against his back, hand coming to rest on his bare collarbones. 

“you were being a dick,” her words ringing truthfully, resounding throughout the man, feeling a pang of guilt. 

“yeah. i know,” he agrees, eyes fixed forward, “i’m sorry.” carmen lets a cloud of silence engulf the two before vocalizing again. 

“you know, i… really do wanna be with you,” he admits gently, soul bared. she pauses, soaking in his words, feeling almost as if a puzzle piece had been pushed into place. 

“why not?” her question comes soft, sweet. he lets out a deep breath. 

“you know why,” he quietly replies, the street lamps casting their two shadows as one. she does know why, aware of the sly glances the two received, apparent judgment surrounding a relationship with the power imbalance of theirs. 

“well, i quit then,” she pouts, lips brushing against his skin, erupting him in goosebumps. he shakes his head. 

“you can’t,” comes his rejection, “we need you,” expressing the fact with utmost sincerity. she hugs her arms around him tighter, smelling his cologne, his soap, a faint trace of cigarette smoke. 

“i don’t care,” she protests in all of her stubborn glory, “i wanna be yours, carm.” 

he feels himself surrender at her words, pulling her even closer. 

“you’re mine,” he assures her, glancing back to meet her eyes, nodding, feeling warmth as if a bright light glowed from his chest. they can figure out the details later— he genuinely didn’t want her to quit, trying to remind himself it was the only way their relationship would be ethical. the man slows in pace as they approach the front of her building, letting the girl hop down, holding his hand out to steady her once her feet make contact with the ground. she gives a small smile, intertwining her arm with his, hand coming to rest on the mass of muscle as the two make their way to her building. she clutches onto him in her inebriated state as they scale the tall stairs leading up to her door. she fumbles with her keys, eventually unlocking the deadbolt and pushing the door open. she turns to face him, giving him sort of a puppy dog look, hoping he’ll want to follow her in. a smile breaks his face, studying her expression. 

“i, uh, gotta make sure you get in bed okay,” he reminds her, gesturing inside. she grins, taking his hand, pulling him inside and shutting the door. the space was illuminated with strung lights, warm in hue, mystifying the room. he takes a deep breath, wrapped in her intoxicating scent, eyes scanning the room. he primarily notices how pristine it is, cozy, fragments of her soul framed over the walls and resting on shelves. it felt like a home, more than his ever has. she sets her keys and purse on a side table, kicking off her heels and sighing in relief, trudging to the kitchen to retrieve two glasses of water. when she hands it to him he can’t help but stare, focusing on her face, the ache for her insurmountable to anything he’s ever wanted before. he sets the glass down, hand coming to her lower back, deeply looking into her, past her beauty and towards her essence. he watches as her eyes flicker down to his lips, quickly coming back to meet his gaze. he’s in awe of her, almost, bringing both hands to the small of her back, squeezing her slightly, pulling her to him with ease. she lets out a breath at the action, hand coming to his forearm, feeling the flex of his tendons. he wants her all to himself, he thinks, leaning in towards her, raising his hand to cup the side of her face. she leans into the touch, turning, pressing a kiss to the base of his thumb, bringing her other hand to rest on his, biting the skin. he grasps her face at this, shoving his thumb into her mouth. 

“suck,” he commands, voice low, watching in anticipation as she brings her lips around the digit, tongue circling eagerly, trying to take more of it into her mouth. he nearly falls apart at the sight, twitching, pulling her flush against him, dragging his thumb out of her mouth and over her bottom lip. he drops his hand to touch her neck, watching her lips, hearing his heart pound in his ears. she brings her grip to clutch onto his shirt, heavily breathing. he cherishes her expression, cheeks flushed and lips parted, glistening. carmen tightens his hand around her throat very slightly, leaning in to taste her, his lips gently pressing against hers, hearing her moan at the unexpected contact. she’s sweet, soft, eager, the slightest trace of alcohol on her lips. he hadn't realized how much he had been craving her taste until it graced his tongue, feeling almost as if a tension in him had alleviated. he wants more, tattooed fingers wrapping around her neck, pulling her into him, deepening the kiss. she melts into him, trying to keep up with the ferocity of his kiss, pushing her tongue into his mouth. he groans, bringing his hand from her back to the curve of her ass, feeling, squeezing, pulling her in. he takes his hand off her throat, her leg slightly lifts, and he takes the opportunity to hoist it up over his hip, turning and pressing her into the counter, weight of his body against hers. it feels as if something had snapped within him, wanting to claim her all to himself, grabbing whatever he can of her, getting as close as possible, lips, tongues dancing in tandem. he presses a few slow kisses to her mouth, pulling away, forehead coming against hers, eyes shut. he listens to the sound of their breath, hand on her ass, fingers teasing the hem of her panties. she arches into his touch, body tingling, hot with desire. his hand comes up, then flies back down to smack her ass, the girl takes a sharp breath, firmly gripping it again after the impact. 

“fuck,” she breathes, a hot swell in her lower stomach. he creeps his hand up the skin of her thigh, slipping under her dress, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, dragging them down her legs. her face grows hot at the way he takes command, shoving at the fabric until it slides down her calves and hits the floor. she steps out of them, breath shaky, drenched in anticipation, insides of her thighs growing wet. carmy gives her a final kiss before dropping to his knees in front of her, placing a few gentle kisses around her skin. she instinctively clamps her thighs at the sensation, the man bringing his hand to shove her leg to the side, exposing her glistening heat. he lets out a soft moan at the sight, closer than he’s ever been to her core, leaning forward to softly kiss her clit. the girl lets out a cry of surprise, hand flying to his head, the simple act sending a shock throughout her body. he brings his thumb and pointer finger to part her both of her lips, taking her image in, salivating slightly in anticipation. he casts his eyes up towards her face, flushed, mouth open. he leans forward, licking a long stripe up her wetness to her clit, swirling his tongue around the bud, pulling away. she pants, fingers tangled in his hair, arching towards him, wordlessly asking for more. he groans at the taste of her, a rush to his head, his cock, immediately diving in for more, lapping at her as if she’s the finest thing he’s had in his mouth. her knees begin to go weak, trembling slightly, trying to hold onto him for support. 

“carmy,” she whimpers, “i can’t stand.” 

this breaks his focus, bringing his eyes up to her with a glint. 

“yeah?” he asks, “feel too good, baby?” a smirk growing on his face. she refuses to respond, tightly shutting her eyes and throwing her head back when he brings his thumb to slowly circle her clit, watching, gauging her reaction. he pulls his hand away, placing a small smack on the inside of her thigh, the girl gasping. 

“answer me” he growls, breath tickling her mound, leaning to press a few more kisses to her swollen heat. she lets out a whine, grabbing his hair. 

“it feels- fuck it feels so good carm,” she shakily admits, knees nearly buckling. satisfied with her answer he brings both hands to the base of her ass, lifting her with ease and setting her on the countertop. she hastily grabs his shirt and pulls him in, locking lips and tasting herself on his tongue, letting a sweet sound into his mouth. he breaks away, desperate to feel her wetness on his mouth again. he kisses the inside of her thigh, then leans in, flattening his tongue against her clit, gently lapping, a finger coming to tease her pooling entrance. she unintentionally bucks her hips at the sensation, prompting carmen to bring the length of his forearm to her inner thigh, shoving it open, holding her down. she brings her eyes to his tattooed arm splaying her open, heart pounding, trying to straighten herself, awaiting his touch. he continues his gentle licks, circling his finger around her wetness, then pushing the digit into her slowly, eyes darting up to watch her mouth fall open. he swirls his tongue around her engorged clit, then gently sucks, curling his finger deeply inside of her, beginning to establish a rhythmic motion. her pants turn to cries, pulling the man in by his curls. his hand grips the skin of her thigh, spreading her open, devouring her, pushing a second finger into her. her teeth clamp down onto her lip at the sensation, gripping around his digits, trying hard to keep her composure in front of the man. carmy, aware of this, increases the pace of his movement, pulling his mouth away from her, beginning to tease her clit with a feather-like touch of his tongue. her head falls back, smacking against the cabinet, a loud moan slipping through her lips.��

“please,” she pleads, not sure for what, arching into carmen’s motion, hands grabbing whatever she can of him, the knot inside her stomach growing impossibly tight. he wants to feel her cum— clench around his fingers, see how long he can keep fucking into her until it’s too much— but he refrains, pulling his fingers out, soaked with her juices, standing up. her head jerks up to meet his eyes, panting, flushed, frustrated. 

“whyy?” she whines, trying to pull the man back to her. he lets out a scoff, smirk creeping at the edges of his lips, hands on the tops her thighs, gripping. 

“you think i’m gonna let you cum?” he asks, voice low, coming close to her face, “after that shit you pulled in the club?” 

her lip pouts, face heating at his words, held down by his weight, trying to catch her breath. the girl opens her mouth to argue back, but decides against it, just wanting to feel him— leaning forward to kiss him softly, hungrily, hands coming to feel the muscles of his chest. he melts into the kiss, hands wrapping around her back. 

“you don’t care, huh?” carmy teases between kisses, “just want me to keep touchin’ you,” pressing himself between her thighs, deepening their contact. she nods into the kiss, greedily reaching her hands down to pull his shirt up. he pulls away from her, taking it off completely, groaning as the girl runs her hands up his bare abdomen, then gently rakes her nails down, admiring the way his muscles flex under her touch. he grows a bit impatient, decides to pick her up, her legs coming to wrap around his back, carrying her to the bedroom. she grins at the way he holds her, hands gripping both of her ass cheeks, leaning down to kiss his neck in the short walk. when he drops her onto the plush duvet of her bed he leans over her, fingers grasping the side zipper of her dress, slowly pulling it down to reveal the skin of her ribcage, waist, stopping right above her hip. they lock eyes and he searches her face for any signs of hesitation, finding only blown pupils and flushed cheeks. he grabs the hem of the dress, slowly pulling it down her body to expose her breasts, waist, stomach, pelvis, letting the fabric fall over her ankles to the floor. his eyes drink her in, sparks firing in his brain, bringing his hands to grasp her waist, thumbs resting over her stomach. carmy leans in, deeply kissing her, savoring her warmth, then rises, unbuckling his belt. she props herself up onto her elbows, watching the man slowly unbutton his pants, pull the zipper down. she lets out a heavy breath at the sight of the large bulge behind his briefs, straining against the cotton, curved upwards to the right. she sits up, inching towards the edge of the bed, seated in front of the man, gazing up at him in adoration. 

“can i take these off?” she asks softly, fingers coming to hook into his briefs, pulling them slightly to reveal the deep v-line in his hips, light brown hair leading down to his covered pubic bone. her mouth was almost watering, looking up at him in anticipation. he grins at her eagerness, raising his eyebrows slightly, nodding his head, giving her permission to slip the waistband down over his hips, cock slapping against his stomach when she does so. she immediately grabs the length of his dick, heavy in her hand, giving it a few slow strokes, watching as he closes his eyes, breathing out heavily. her head feels fuzzy, wanting nothing more than for him to shove her back onto the bed and fill her completely, continuing to marvel at his thickness. he brings his hand to stroke the side of her face, fingers coming over her ear and threading through her hair, watching intently as she slowly jerks him off. she clenches her thighs together in an attempt to alleviate the growing ache, running out of patience. 

“carm,” she whines, gripping his cock, gazing up at him, handsome face framed by a few messy curls, “i want it already.” 

he lets a small smirk grace his face, rubbing his thumb against her cheek. 

“yeah?” he asks, watching the girl quickly nod, bringing his face closer to his, lowering his voice, “you know i’m gonna fuckin’ wreck you tonight, right?” 

she heats at his words, eyes widening, an expectant shiver making it’s way through her body and settling throughout her core. he doesn’t let her respond, grabbing her thighs and pulling her, back coming to the mattress, pelvis flush with his. he bends her legs into her chest, leaning over her, the tip of his cock briefly gracing her wetness before he brings his hand down to grip himself, running the tip through her slick folds, sliding up to nudge her clit. she tightly shuts her eyes, lets out a quiet moan at the sensation— almost enough to satisfy, but not quite. he continues thrusting through her folds, listening to the wet sounds, coating himself in her juices. she tries to resist the urge but she can’t, reaching down, grabbing his cock and sticking it inside of her, legs coming to wrap around his back to pull him in. 

“fuckk,” he exclaims loudly, not expecting her desperation, suddenly engulfed in her warmth. he groans, trying to compose himself, bringing his hand to her throat, leaning in, pushing his hips forward to the hilt. she whimpers, cherishing the slight burn of fullness as he tightens his grip around her throat. 

“this what you wanted?” he asks, voice gruff, fully draped over her, nuzzling a kiss under her ear. the way he speaks to her ignites a flame, emboldening her slightly. her eyes gleam. 

“no,” she breathes, “i want you to fuckin’ move,” words laced with a tone. he lets out a short laugh, straightening, grabbing both her calves and propping them up over his shoulders, drawing out of her and then quickly snapping his hips forward. she gasps, hand flying up to her mouth. she feels the ridge of his head drag against her walls as he graciously begins to thrust into her, hands wrapped around her legs, eyes coming to watch her breasts bounce in time with his rhythm. her hand falls away from her mouth, a loud cry pouring from her lips. carmen revels in the sound as he continuously drives his hips forward, skin slapping against hers, gripping her left calf, turning to press a kiss into her ankle. his pace begins to satiate the relentless burn within her core, trying to take his length as deeply as possible.

“so good,” she whimpers, bringing her hands to her breasts, squeezing. carmy groans, slapping her outer thigh. 

“where’d that attitude go?” he asks, pelvis flush against her, pulling closer, “huh?” 

her brows furrow, opening her mouth to argue but falling short, a breathy moan replacing her words at the sensation of him deeply fucking into her. her body feels incredibly hot, nipples perked beneath her fingers, feeling herself approaching an edge. he grins, moving his hand to grip at her thigh, eyes scanning over the sight in front of him. 

“so fuckin’ pretty,” he tells her, hips stuttering, trying to push away his quickly approaching orgasm. he pulls out of her, the girl’s eyes shooting open to object. carmy takes hold of her forearms, pulling her to stand, grabbing her hips and turning her around, pushing her forward. her knee comes to the bed, balanced on her other leg as he wraps his arm around her waist, hand on her ribcage and inserts himself back into her tightness. 

“yes,” she cries, arching back against him and bringing her hand onto his arm, feeling the head of his cock thrust deeply upwards. the tingling in her core grows stronger; her head falls back onto his shoulder. carmen grunts, his free hand coming to find her clit, rubbing small, soft circles, feeling himself unravel at the intense pulse of her walls. he kisses her cheek, relentlessly pounding into her, the crescendo of her moans driving him higher and higher. his lips come right next to her ear, breath ragged. 

“you my girl?” he asks, another kiss on the side of her face, bringing his hand from her ribs to her breast, gently squeezing. 

she nods quickly, arm coming behind her to grab his hip, feeling him, tangible beneath her fingers. 

“all yours,” she pants, “i’m all yours, carm.” 

he groans at the sentiment, bottoming out inside of her, quickly circling her clit as her arousal grows slick on his fingers. she feels herself tumbling towards her edge, trying to physically hold onto him so as to not climax, fingers gripping into his skin. 

“i’m-,” a cry falls from her mouth. he pulls the two even closer, wetness pouring from her at the continual thrusts, feeling the cues of her body approaching climax.

“let it go, baby,” he coos, lips pressed against her ear. with his simple command she feels an intense heat envelop her body, orgasm crashing against her like a wave. she goes limp in his arms so he grabs her tighter, bending her over the bed. her thighs begin to shake as carmen relentlessly snaps his hips, watching her intently, feeling a white hot pleasure seep through him. he’s ferociously grabbing at her, pulling her in as he approaches his edge, stutter of his hips as he bottoms out and releases himself into her with a loud groan. she feels the pressure of his cum against her walls, intense heat diffusing as she rides out the shocks of her orgasm. he collapses over her, hand coming to the bed, trying not to put his full weight upon her. their labored breaths harmonize, hearts pounding. carmy runs a hand over her lower back, soothingly rubbing the limp girl. he pushes himself up, straining to grab a tissue off her nightstand to clean with, the act of pulling out of her releasing a constant pressure, the girl whimpering. he soaks up the mess of cum dripping down her legs, drinking in the sight, then rises to throw the tissues away. she’s able to muster the energy to push herself up and stumble behind him, walking into the bathroom to turn on the shower, steadying her shaky legs by holding onto the wall. she turns to see the man, naked in all his glory, approach her, placing his hands on her hips and leaning in to kiss her deeply. she seeps into his touch, hand coming to graze his lower stomach, exhaling slowly. he lets a peace wash over the two before speaking. 

“so, uh, i’ll take this as your two weeks notice, then?” he teases, hand falling to her low back. she tilts her head to the side. 

“what? you mean i don’t get a promotion after that?” she asks, smiling, trying to feign disappointment, “fuck.”

he grins, adoringly gazing down at the young woman, bathing in the light of her smile. 

he knew it was never supposed to go so far. it was never supposed to end up in this position, with her leaning in for another kiss, him greedily accepting. she was his completely now, the man making a vow to never let anything or anyone hurt her, cherishing the feeling of her warmth under his fingertips. 

it was never supposed to go so far, but it did. and he was so fucking glad it did. 

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eeeek i hope you liked it!! i genuinely enjoyed writing this story so much. an epilogue to wrap up some loose ends is possible in the future- in the meantime i'll be posting some steamy carmy headcannons.

please leave me a comment and let me know what you think! thank you SO MUCH to everyone for the continued support on this series <3

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Sweet Girl pt.5

dbf/William Afton x (fem) virgin/reader

pt.1 - here. pt.2 - here. pt.3 - here. pt.4 - here.

Synop: Bored of the lack of contact you and William decide to bring wanking to the 21st century.

Warnings: Smut, masturbation, obsessive behaviour/thoughts for the both of you, corruption, coercion. Virgin reader.

A/n: MATES, MATES, I FUCKING WROTE SOMMET. This is not a drill, I wrote something after weeks of nada and it's... well, it's mediocre. But it's something! This was not the part 5 I had planned but rather a dirty thought that ran away with me that I hope reads half decently.

Is this fuck proofread lmao, soz for any errors I'll try to fix them later on x

You wake very confused, squinting in the light from your bedroom window that was much too bright for 8 in the morning, so you lift yourself from your sheets to check your phone: 9:30. You’ve overslept. Siting up properly you glace at your side table clock through sleepy eyes, needing to confirm the reality of the time, you set an alarm, what the fuck? You have plans today that are now going to have to be pushed up. 

You’re up like a whirlwind, messaging the friend you’re supposed to be having breakfast with that it’s now going to have to be a lunch, a late lunch ideally. Surprisingly they’re not too put out, they must be running late themselves. Crisis averted, you head downstairs to get yourself some coffee which will hopefully combat the awful feeling of having screwed your whole day up already. To be fair, it’s about time something like this happened to you, life’s been too easy for too long. Well, baring the odd relationship with your father’s friend, of course. 

Not wanting to tackle the coffee machine, which you swear is as old as you, if not older, you go for coffee granules and the kettle. A simple man’s brew, and that’s certainly how you feel today. You hadn’t bothered with dressing or throwing a dressing gown on, it’s a warm enough morning that you can stand in the kitchen in your pyjama shorts and vest without shivering, the only cold you feel is your bare feet on the tile. 

Your kettle clicks and you set about making your cup, ignoring the squeak of the backdoor  opening, you’ll greet whichever parent it is when they greet you, if the interaction can be delayed it’s for the best. You pour your water, but the sudden and crisp sound of a wolf whistle makes you overspill onto the counter. Sliding your phone out the way of the spillage, you turn to see the sniggering face of William and your heart manages to soar and sink at the same time, something only this man is able to do. 

Your annoyed expression melts into a flush, you know exactly why he whistled and you cross your arms over your chest accordingly, hard up to do anything about the shorts position high up your thighs. 

“Sorry,” He says without any conviction, still grinning as the coffee begins to drip off the edge of the worktop. Adding slyly, “You wouldn’t mind making me one, would you?”

You neglect to answer, going for an embarrassed, “What are you doing here?” instead. The man’s been in your kitchen for less than a minute and you already feel like you shouldn’t be here, for your own protection. Last time springs to your mind, involuntarily quickening your heart rate. He’d caught you off guard then too, then used you up and wrung you out, and you loved every second of it. You hate him for that, and the way your pussy seems to know when he’s in the room, it’s not fair. 

“Clearing out the garage with you dad.” He presents his palms in his own defence, the smug look of him shows his pride at begging her legitimately. “He told me you were out.” It’s phrased like a question, again making you feel like a trespasser in your own home.

“I’m supposed to be.” You explain without detail, averting your gaze from his and instantly remembering the mess on the counter, and now the floor. 

“Well, you’re a sight for sore eyes. Especially in that.” He laughs meanly, making you frown. You look pretty all annoyed at him, the furrow of your brown not doing anything to hide the heat on your face from the invasive way his eyes drink you in. And as if that wasn’t far enough he steps forward, sliding his hand over the silky fabric coating your hip. “Almost as revealing as that pretty little bikini.” Your back hits the surface behind you, he has a knack for cornering you, but you suppose it’s not exactly herding cats if the prey doesn’t want to run away. 

The comment hits home though and you remember exactly how easy it was for him to move that garment aside and- 

You’re pulled from that thought as his hand slides further, over your hip to your arse. “Stop.” You say a little breathless, not liking how he just grins at the word. “...My dad could walk in.”

“That didn’t stop you last time.” His tone is mocking, riddled with amusement at how you can’t seem to refuse him. 

“That was stupid… You make me stupid.” You mutter, pushing his hand away and trying to ignore how affected you feel already. “You need to stop.” You affirm, holding your voice steady to prevent the whine that threatened to accompany it. 

William leans closer to you, a mean joy practically emanating from him when your breath hitches. He speaks lowly, a gleeful edge warming you for him and doing everything possible to add to that stupidity “Are you going to make me?”

You just look up at him, your chest rising quickly less than half an inch from his. “...Yes.” You finally manage, nerves and need in your core making you hesitant. Your eyes are wide in wait for response, and the man holds firm just long enough that you panic. He reaches behind you for something before obeying your word, you realise sharpish that he’s plucked your phone from the countertop. 

Trying to take it back fails when he catches your wrist and flicks you away. You’re whining like a child, unable to help the discomfort flooding your veins at him holding something so personal. “William, give it back. What are you-” Your words die when he simply holds the phone in front of you and you hear the subtle click of your face ID unlocking it. 

You watch angrily as he steps away with the device, internally fighting the urge to try and take it back by force. 

He glances at your outrage, stoking it with, “You must have some dirty secrets on here to protest so much.” Shaking his head, he makes you wait whilst he does whatever he nicked your phone to do. Chuckling as he has to manoeuvre the screen from your sight when you try to at least see what he’s doing. “Relax, sweetheart. I’m giving you my number… You don’t want to entertain me now, then you can later.” 

You find yourself nodding when he hands you the phone back. 

~

Your day is spent, lunch and coffee with your mate over and done with, dinner with your parents finished. So you slip away to bed with your phone clutched to your chest, which is tight with forbidden excitement. Halfway through the day your checking of messages was fruitful, with one from William telling you that you’re going to ‘entertain him’ at 11pm tonight, and despite your naivety you know exactly what that means. 

The only way to combat your nerves is preparation so you pick out a matching bra and knickers set, light pink and lacy, you know he’s going to like them, perhaps too much if anything. Then a white nightdress, just see-through enough to give a hint as to the underwear underneath. 

Then it’s propping your phone up with a pillow and sitting cross-legged on your bed, checking to see it the view will be good, and it certainly will. From there, all you do is wait, your foot absentmindedly tapping away with the excess excitement, you’re aroused at the thought of it. A dirty video call with a bloke older than your dad, it’s everything you’re not supposed to do, a bad idea all around, but that just makes your panties that bit wetter. 

He’s a little late, but the very moment he calls you answer, not even waiting for a ring. It makes him smirk, such a sweet thing, ready for him, no doubt waiting for him. Fuck, if he was twenty years younger he’d scale the window and see it in person. 

You know you’ve given your want away by his sly expression, and he teases you by saying, “Eager, huh?” 

You pout, now hating all the effort you went to and trying to explain it away. “Well, I was expecting-I knew you were going to-” 

Somehow, even through your tiny phone screen he has enough presence to be able to cut you off. “It’s a good thing.” He pauses before adding with a snicker, “I doubt you’re as eager as me.” He shifts as he says that and your heart skips a beat at the thought of him touching himself already. It’s a power only he has ever given you, to know just how mental you make him and that power makes your core tighten. 

“Now, sweet thing.” There’s a nonchalance to his words that contradict the fact he’s palming himself over his boxers, he can’t help it, he can see the strap of your bra peeking out and the curve of your hips suggested by your nightie. It doesn’t pass him by that he’s fucking pathetic. “Have you got headphones, or do I have to keep my voice down?” 

You hadn’t thought of that, but you’re glad he did when you think how often you hear your parents tv through the wall. So you reach to your bedside drawer to retrieve your headphones, well aware that he’s watching you and trying to catch sight of whatever he can. And after a moment you plug them in and pop them in your ears, flushing when you realise that the sound feels a lot more intimate now. Maybe he knew that. 

“God you drive me crazy with all the tiny fucking clothes you wear.” He’s laughing but you know he’s not joking. You’re not in a position to laugh, how exactly can you tell him that he drives you crazy with everything he fucking does. From the tensing of his jaw to the delirious sensation of his voice on your skin. All of it has your body begging for anything he’s willing to give you, regardless of what your mind thinks. 

You can’t prevent a small smile on your lips though, “I don’t do it on purpose.” Even as you say it you know it’s a lie, you didn’t do it on purpose at first, now though, you want him to see you. 

“Don’t fucking lie to me, sweetheart.” He knows you better than that. You giggle, it should be illegal for him to read your mind that easily. “I’d wager under that nightie you’re wearing something nice for me. Like a gift to be unwrapped.” The look on your face says it all, when you bite your lip like that he wants to bite it for you. “Am I right?” 

You can hardly look at your screen, but you nod, barely able to sit still. 

“Fuck, let me see.” Something about how he’s speaking now is very telling and you revel in the feeling for a moment before shifting to sit on your feet. 

“Okay.” You sound so small and quiet you can hardly hear it over that arousal in your blood. Your fingers hook under the bottom of your nightdress, hesitant to begin the process and your eyes flick to the screen. 

You catch his gaze and he smirks, “Come on, you know I’d do it for you if I could.” That you are certain of, sometimes there’s such hunger in his eyes you think he’s a breath away from ripping the fabric off you. 

You do as asked, your panties straps revealed high on your hips guiding the sight up your stomach,then to the thin lace hardly covering your breasts. You were right, he does like it. Much too much. 

“God, you are like a fucking present.” You grin at that, watching the hint of movement you can see towards the bottom of the screen, and you core pangs with the knowledge of what he’s doing. Now sitting on your feet, you press your heel between your legs and jump at the jolt of stimulation it brings. 

Your lip is between your teeth again as you debate whether you’re brave enough to ask for what you want. “...Show me.” You manage in a surge of voice, you wish you didn’t sound as shy as you do. 

You hear William’s scoff of disbelief, he hadn’t expected you to ask that but he supposes it’s only fair. “Yeah?” 

You nod, watching eagerly as he moves a hand to change the angle of your view. The sight stirs you immensely, his boxers pulled down enough to let his cock free, he held it, touching himself at a slow pace. You rake the image for what you can see, his shirt pulled up to let you see the trail of dark hair that leads down to his length. A crazy part of you burns to press your nose against his trail, curiosity, or something dirtier you don’t know, but you know he’d let you if you asked. 

It’s with near fascination you watch his stroke himself, not noticing how you’ve begun grinding your pussy against your heel, your knickers are clinging to your slick but all shame is lost. 

“I didn’t expect you to want to see.” He sniggers, you recognise the thickness of his voice, remembering the pride in your core when you took him in your mouth, the heavy breathing of someone clinging on to their self restraint by the tips of their fingers. There’s precum on his tip smeared by each rise of his fist, it’s a dirty feeling and if you were in his reach he’d have it resting pretty on your tongue. 

Soon your movement isn’t enough anymore, your heat whines for better friction, the attention on your clit that he does just right. It’s written in your posture and the pinch of frustration between your brows. 

William’s voice affirms your need. “You can touch yourself, lovely. Don’t have to wait to be told.” 

“I know.” You reply quickly, embarrassed at how easy he’d jumped to that conclusion. If you were harder to read maybe he wouldn't have such a hold on you. 

“Or do you want me to ask?” There it is again, that mocking that shouldn’t speak directly to your slick, it’s condescending but you know in your heart that he knows better. You open your mouth to protest the teasing but you have no chance to. “Come on, show me how you play late at night, how you give yourself what you need.” He wants to seem like he’s humouring you but right now, with his cock in his hand, he’d beg to see just how you touch your perfect cunt.   

You’re doing it, shifting your position so you’re sitting properly, legs raised to let you trace over your bundle of nerves. The fabric of your panties quickly proves irritating, so you hurry to take them off, glancing repeatedly at the view on screen, dying to match the rhythm of him stroking himself, not wanting to miss anything. At the sight of your pussy bare for him, knickers discarded, he hisses through his teeth; now that is the kind of thing that gets a bloke in serious trouble.

“And the rest.” He adds, and you’re so lost in your new-found touch it takes you a moment to realise what he’s referring to, when you do you push the bra straps from your shoulders, shimmying the garment down so that your chest is free. Your nipples are hard from your excitement, all parts of you aware of the growing need in your core, begging for the release your touch promises. It should be familiar but with William’s eyes on you it takes you time to remember what you like. 

You rub your clit, the cues from your body calling for you to press your fingers inside your hole. You’re unable to reach like he does, but it’s enough to bring your end into sight and a soft moan from your lips. 

He’s chuckling watching how weak you become, like he’s not moving faster with the taste of release on his tongue. It takes a lot for him to ask the question burning in his head, he already knows the answer but hearing it from you is going to be delicious. “Tell me, what you think about, when you play with yourself, sweet thing.” The words are stilted with his involuntarily quickening pace, he’s close and it’s fucking stupid how much he needs to cum. 

“You.” You say instantly, voice cracking. Your head between my legs, fingers hooking inside, teeth on my neck as you line your cock up between my legs. You haven’t the coherent thought process to say that, it’s flicking images of past imaginings, you shouldn’t want to give yourself to this man as much as you do. 

William grunts, speaking through gritted teeth to try and remain somewhat controlled, though there’s nothing controlled about his frantic movement, nor yours. “You’re so fucking lucky I’m not in there with you.” 

It’s not a threat, you’ve seen the size of him, you’ve been delirious from just his fingers, but you want it. You want him in there with you. You want it all. 

He loses it at your wide eyed look, fucking his fist ‘til his cum is dripping down his abdomen.  You're not far yourself from the view alone, but you can hear his breathing, the groan right as he touches the peak. And your walls clamp around your fingers in stuttering waves of climax, you shiver with it, your legs unwillingly pressing together. You have to bite the inside of your cheeks to keep any noise leaving you, a startled thought of discovery hitting you out of nowhere. 

“Fucking hell.” His voice makes you regain your senses, he’s chuckling and the hand not coated in release slips out of shot to rub the bridge of his nose; why is it so much better when a pretty thing like you is watching? 

“William?” You’re shaky as you speak, weighing up what you want to ask, deciding that closed mouths don’t get fed. In response he tilts the camera up so you can see he’s listening, and you can’t help but hit screenshot at the sight of him so dishevelled. “Next time… I want you to be here with me.” 

He laughs, “Anything you want, princess. I mean it.”

#fnaf #william afton #william afton x reader #william afton smut #fnaf smut #william afton x you #fnaf william afton #fnaf movie #steve raglan x reader #steve raglan x you

[wolfjackle-creates]

Bring Me Home: Arc 2 Part 10

Happy Wednesday!

Story Summary: Tim and Danny are both neglected by parents who care more about their work than their families. They deal with this by spending too much time online and find each other playing MMORPGs. They keep up their friendship as Tim becomes Robin and Danny becomes Phantom and don't bother keeping secrets from each other.

First, Previous

Word Count: 1.4k

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The sun was high in the sky when Tim stirred the next morning. He and Bart were the only ones still in the guest room; Cassie and Conner must’ve gotten up already.

Bart had an arm tossed over his torso and his head was shoved into the pillow inches from Tim’s. No way to extricate himself without waking his friend, so he let his eyes close again. It was a long night and they deserved a lie-in.

But it was not to be. Moments later, the door banged open and Conner was there.

“Rise and shine, sleepyheads!” he called out. “Breakfast is ready!”

Bart grumbled into the pillow and Tim nudged him with his elbow. Without opening his eyes, he mumbled, “Don’t think we’re gonna be given a choice, Bart.”

“But, Rooob,” Bart complained, “you’re comfy.”

Tim yawned. Cassie ran into the room and jumped on the base of the bed.

“Come on, guys! It’s almost noon!”

“That early?” asked Tim. “I changed my mind. Give us another hour.” He covered his eyes with his arm and tried to roll over without displacing Bart’s arm. Bart pulled him closer.

“You’ve gotten like twenty calls from Bruce, Tim. You might want to answer them.”

Shit, Bruce. Tim missed morning check in and Bruce must be panicking. He grumbled and pushed himself up so he was sitting against the headboard. “B’s a worrywart.”

“Dick’s called a few times too,” added Cassie.

“They’re both worrywarts.” Tim yawned and held out his hand, and Conner passed over his phone.

Bart sat up next to him with his own grumbles and rested his head on Tim’s shoulder so he could see the screen as well.

Conner had only been slightly exaggerating. Ten new calls from Bruce, three from Dick, and one from Alfred. His texts, on the other hand…

Tim opened the group chat and sent a message.

Tim: We’re fine. Just had a late night and needed to sleep in.

After a moment’s hesitation, he added,

Tim: Return will be delayed by a few days. Will give ETA when I have more information.

Immediately, he received an incoming call from Bruce. Bart laughed against his cheek.

“No way am I sticking around for a bat interrogation. Kon, you mentioned breakfast? Are the Drs Fenton around?”

“Nope, they’re gone,” said Cassie.

Tim answered the call as Bart pushed off the bed. He and Cassie left discussing breakfast options.

“Hey, B,” said Tim as soon as the call connected.

“Report, Robin. What happened? Why’d you miss check-in?”

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to. Stayed up late catching up with my friend and then overslept this morning. Everything’s fine.” Tim expertly ignored Conner’s raised eyebrow. Why did everyone make such a big deal about lying to Batman?

“Hn.” Shit, that was Bruce’s I’m-not-sure-I-should-believe-you ‘Hn.’

Tim let the silence drag on. If he got too defensive, Bruce would absolutely know he was lying through his teeth.

“You just overslept?”

“Yep. Stayed up late playing a video game. It had to do with ghosts.” And sprinkle in just a bit of truth.

“Set an alarm for tomorrow. Do not miss any further check ins. When will you be returning? I need to arrange attendance with your school.” Bruce was clearly not happy.

“It’ll probably be a few more days. I’ll give you an update on this evening’s check-in. After Danny gets back from school.”

“I want all your homework completed by the time you return to Gotham, Tim.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you need help with transportation?”

“Nah. Conner’s agreed to take me back.” Not that he had asked. He looked up at Conner and raised an eyebrow in question.

Conner rolled his eyes, but smiled fondly and nodded. Tim grinned back and gave him a thumbs up.

“Very well. Is his phone working yet?”

“Uh, let me ask.” Tim looked up to Conner. “Is your phone working yet?”

Conner shook his head. “Nah, they weren’t able to get to it. But Cassie’s and Bart’s are.”

Tim relayed the information to Bruce who merely hummed. “Very well. Your next check in will occur before nine PM, Tim.”

“You’ve got it, B. Talk to you then!” Before Bruce could ask any more questions or begin to doubt his lies, Tim ended the call.

“Dude, I can’t believe how easily you lie to him.”

Tim shrugged. “I don’t get why people think it’s such a big deal. You just have to know what he’d expect and play into that. So long as he doesn’t learn Danny is also a superhero, this’ll be easy. And my chats with Danny are so encrypted not even Bruce will be able to hack them.”

Conner just shook his head. “Whatever you say. Now, come on downstairs. Cassie and I’ve been listening to the news and we’ll give you the rundown on what’s going on.”

“Where are our hosts anyway?” asked Tim as he followed Conner through the house.

“They went to Danny’s school to give an assembly on ghost safety and help implement some new security protocols for the students.”

“Danny’s not gonna like that.”

On the way down the stairs, Tim heard the voice of a newscaster.

“…why Phantom has hidden his connection to the Justice League. Perhaps we were too quick to judge him a menace. Though the Fentons still insist that all ghosts are merely posthumous consciousness implanted on ectoplasm and evil. I suppose we will just have to see. Either way, the combined work of Phantom and the Teen Titans has appeared to scare away the invasion last night. Due to their hard work, no casualties occurred, however the city did suffer hundreds of thousands in property damage.”

Cassie passed him a bowl of cereal and selection of protein bars. “We heeded your warning about cooking, so you’re stuck with a cold breakfast of stuff Kon and I picked up at the store.”

“Thanks.” Tim took it and started eating. “So what do we know?”

“The ghosts seem to have disappeared,” said Cassie. “But I don’t know if I trust it. They could be hanging around invisible or possessing people. The Fentons left for Danny’s school about half an hour ago and according to the news, the mayor will be there as well.”

“We’re hoping that’ll be broadcasted as well,” added Conner. “Considering how many times the mayor said he’d be at the school this morning when he was giving his press conference, I feel like he’ll want it publicized as much as possible.”

Tim nodded. “At least by publicly associating with him, our presence seems to have helped Danny’s reputation as a hero in the town. He’s been struggling with that.”

Bart snorted. “Wonder why. His parents love his alter ego so much.”

On the TV, the newscaster said, “Now, let’s switch to our correspondent live in Casper High!”

“Looks like it’s starting! Think we’ll see Danny in the crowd?” asked Bart.

Tim shrugged and moved until he was sitting right in front of the TV, eating mechanically as the mayor proved he was only there for the photo-op.

At least until the assembly was interrupted when a giant humanoid-wolf creature attacked. “Shit,” said Tim as he tried to call Danny.

Who of course didn’t pick up.

“I’ll go see if there’s anything we can do to help!” said Bart who was gone before Tim could agree or disagree.

Five minutes later, his phone rang. He set it to speaker before answering. “What’s going on?”

“The wolf escaped, but Danny wants us to stay put. His parents will be returning soon and he doesn’t want us to raise any suspicions. Since this time it’s only one ghost, he should be able to handle it.”

Tim ground his teeth. “Fine. But tell him to keep us in the loop.”

“Will do!”

The call disconnected. And a minute later, he had a new group message.

Danny: Hey, Tim. I’ve added Sam and Tuck to a group chat to keep you up to date at Bart’s request.

Tim let out a breath and added Cassie, Bart, and Conner.

Tim: I’ve added my friends to make it even easier Tucker: Tell Conner I’ll work on his phone as soon as school’s over Tim: He says thanks

And then Bart was back.

Tim sighed. “So I guess we’re sitting tight until the Drs Fenton return. I feel blind right now.”

Cassie sat next to him and bumped their shoulders. “We’ll figure this one out just like we have all the ones before.”

Conner sandwiched him on the other side. “Yep. And the Fentons don’t seem like the type to hide information. They’ll tell us everything we want to know.”

“You’re both right. We’ll fix this and be home before we know it.”

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A little bit of a quieter segment after two weeks ago, but all the action is happening with Danny and co. It'll pick up shortly, though!

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[auroravictorium]

you're on your own, kid (k.b.)

I looked around in a blood-soaked gown, and I saw something they can't take away.

Summary: set before the midnights series takes place, reader has been a member of the dregs for only a year and has developed a crush on kaz in that time. one night after her shift, her loyalty to the dregs is accidentally put to the test, and things begin to change between kaz and reader.

Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (pining by reader) Word Count: ~2.9k Warnings: violence [blood, fighting, stab wounds], death of unimportant character, drinking by jesper and reader, no insight into kaz's feelings in this one bc he's getting his own prequel piece <3, very light proofreading Genre: pretty fluffy until the fight scene

Author's Note: sorry about the delay on posting this, everyone! i've been sick, but i'm feeling better and ready to write again :)) thank you for the requests i've gotten so far - i'm SO EXCITED to write them!! enjoy!

grishaverse masterlist / kaz pov for this piece (coming soon!)

The humid summer air pressed down on you as you rushed the few blocks from the Slat to the Crow Club. The heat made you tired, and you took what you thought would be a short midday nap in your room. The nap ended up lasting longer than expected, and now you were twenty minutes late to your shift at the Crow Club. Cursing under your breath, you adjusted the collar of your dress against your sticky neck as you darted down the uneven sidewalk in your rush to make up for being late.

"Move," you muttered under your breath, shoving past a meandering patron and swiping his pocket watch as you passed. You dashed into the Club and passed Jesper at the door as the man realized he'd been pickpocketed. He roared something unintelligible behind you, and you only smirked as you pushed your way to the bar to relieve the poor Dreg who was still there. 

She shot you a glare and left, and you only shrugged back before getting to work. Whatever. She'd been late more times than you could count.  

You were able to pour two drinks before a cane thumped against the floor behind you. Wincing, you turned to see your boss looking at you impassively. "You're late," Kaz said. He surveyed you up and down, and you tried not to blush under his gaze.

"I overslept." There was no use lying or coming up with a better excuse. Lying to Kaz was a death wish, and you liked your position in the Dregs enough to not want to lose it. After a full year with them, you'd finally established yourself with the group and made friends with Nina and Jesper. You'd even gotten to know Inej somewhat, and you longed to know her better and learn from her. 

Kaz considered that for a moment. "Don't let it happen again." He walked off to probably scare someone else, and you exhaled heavily and returned to making drinks. When he was around, you could hardly breathe and found yourself struggling to look at him directly. Those blue eyes made you want to blush, and the butterflies in your stomach churned violently. It was no secret that people found Kaz attractive, but you'd rather jump into the harbor in the middle of winter than have your feelings exposed. Your cohorts in the Dregs would never let you live in peace.

Regardless, nothing could happen. Kaz was the boss. You were still working to establish yourself in the Dregs; you were surprised he even noticed your tardiness. That's how much of a nobody you figured you were, even though he recruited you himself after word spread of someone causing trouble for the rich.

Boots thumped against the floorboards as Jesper, fresh off the door, shoved his way over and plopped himself on a stool before you. "He let you off easy," Jesper said. You set a clean shot glass on the counter and rifled for his favorite liquor. "Must be in a good mood."

You shot him a look, pausing your shuffling. "Kaz is never in a good mood."

"He never tolerates lateness, either," Jesper pointed out. He jerked his chin toward the shot glass and batted his eyelashes. "Please?"

Shaking your head, you found the liquor and poured Jesper a shot. He bowed his head to you as if you were a Saint, then downed the drink in one smooth gulp. "You're insufferable," you told him.

"You love me." He set his glass down and swiveled to survey the crowded Club around you. "Caught three men trying to get in with fake coin." Jesper clicked his tongue. "Explains why Boss is here."

You didn't respond and pretended to examine the room. But your eyes lingered on a well-tailored figure roaming the less-populated parts of the Crow Club. The crow's head of his cane shimmered in the dim lighting, allowing you to keep track of his movements as he strolled this way and that, seemingly without a care in the world. His hair was slicked back today, the sides a bit shorter than the last time you'd seen him; he must have cut his hair. It suits him, you thought. It complemented his angular face, and with his hair out of the way, you could see his eyes.

His eyes were as blue as the sky on a rare day when the clouds parted over Ketterdam. They were your favorite thing about him, aside from the image of his smile you'd conjured in your mind. You'd never seen it and likely never would, but you indulged in your imagination. As long as word of your tiny crush on Kaz didn't get out, you would allow yourself to wonder whether he had dimples.

Jesper glanced at you and then followed your gaze to where Kaz was subtly looking over a man's shoulder at his cards. He leaned over the bar and whispered in your ear, "You're staring."

You jerked, nearly bumping his glass, then swatted him on the shoulder. "No, I'm not." Your cheeks burned, and you turned your back so that Jesper couldn't see your face. Damn it, Y/N. Couldn't wait to stare until Jesper left?

"You totally were." Jesper reached and ruffled your hair, and you smacked his hands away with a fierce scowl. "Does Y/N have a crush?" he asked in a sing-song voice. He abandoned his stool and rounded the counter to bump his shoulder with yours. He helped himself, pouring another shot and waggling his eyebrows at you.

"I will break your nose," you hissed. Your face and neck were hot, and you glanced over at Kaz to make sure he hadn't noticed the two of you. Nobody else seemed to notice either, but you needed Jesper to shut up before that changed. "Stop talking, Jesper."

"Oooh, you do," Jesper sang. Drink in one hand, he wrapped his other arm around your shoulders and pulled you into his side. "Y/N has a crush on-"

You grabbed Jesper's arm and ducked under it before giving it a sharp twist. Not hard enough to harm him, but with enough force that he shut his damned mouth. He winced and set down his drink to rub his shoulder. "Don't," you warned him. "I don't want anyone to know." You frowned and poured another drink as a regular walked through the door and straight toward the bar.

Jesper softened at the look on your face and lost his teasing mood. "What's the worst that can happen?" He nudged you gentler this time.

"I get laughed out of the Dregs and end up back on the streets," you answered, already sliding the regular's drink to him by the time he produced kruge and set it on the counter. He added a few coins for a tip, and you flashed him a false smile of thanks before turning back to Jesper. "It's not going to happen, Jesper," you whispered. "I've accepted that. It's just a stupid thing, and it'll go away."

"You don't know that," Jesper insisted, ever the optimist. You shook your head, and he rushed to continue. "You can always test it, see if there's a spark there."

"How am I supposed to do that, exactly? Tell him, 'Oh, hey, by the way, I wanted to ask whether there's a spark between us,'" you said mockingly. You grabbed a torn-up rag and started to viciously scrub at an impossible stain on the counter. You didn't even know why you were starting to get upset with Jesper; it wasn't as if he was being hurtful. He was offering genuine suggestions for navigating your feelings, but you were frustrated by it. Maybe it was the fact that it would never happen. Kaz didn't show interest in anyone but himself and his money. End of story.

"Well, don't say that," Jesper muttered. "A recipe for disaster. Why don't you start by saying hi and see how that goes?"

You faced Jesper and put on your best Kaz glare. After a few beats of silence, you broke and gave him your own scowl. "That's how he would respond, Jesper." 

You forced yourself to take a few deep breaths. You were just embarrassed that Jesper had seen right through you. That's all this was, and Jesper didn't deserve the brunt of it. You'd scream into your stupid, flimsy pillow at the Slat later. "I appreciate the advice, Jesper, but I don't want to talk about this anymore. Now, if you're going to stand behind the bar like an obstacle," you began, throwing the dirty rag at him. He batted it out of the air with a disgusted look, and you smirked in satisfaction. "Either leave or help clean."

"I'd rather not, thanks," Jesper said. He picked the rag up from the ground and held it away from him as if it were poisonous. After throwing it in a bin, he turned to you with that classic, charming Jesper smile. "I'll be at the Slat."

"Please, don't say anything," you pleaded. You caught his arm as he turned to leave. "Please, Jesper."

He stopped and looked down at you. Seeing the desperation on your face, he nodded slowly. "I won't, sweetheart." He ruffled your hair one more time to see your grimace and the look in your eyes that promised violence, then he was off and swaggering out of the Club. 

You sighed in relief and leaned against the counter, fixing the hair that Jesper had disturbed. Seeing the shot on the counter he'd left behind, you considered before grabbing it and knocking it back. The alcohol burned on its way down, tasting bitter and vaguely treelike, and you wanted to gag. But you needed the confidence because the whole exchange with Jesper made you wish you were anywhere else. At least alcohol didn't tease you about your stupid crush. It just helped you through it.

Miraculously, the rest of your shift passed with no further encounters with Kaz or anyone else who could tease you. You made it back to the Slat, your coin pouch weighed down with tips, and you took the steps two at a time up to the attic to deliver your tips for the day. They'd make their way back to you eventually, but Kaz liked to catalog them to get a sense of how his Dregs were doing bringing in revenue.

A true businessman, except infinitely more terrifying.

You slipped into his office, grateful that you'd seen him still patrolling the Club when you left. Unless he could be in two places at once, you were safe. Depositing your pouch on his desk with a short note, you turned to leave.

A thump sounded from the room connecting to Kaz's office. Metal scraping on metal came next, making your ears ring. The hairs on the back of your neck rose, and you immediately slipped your favorite dagger from its sheathe at your waist. The weight was comforting in your hand as you crept toward the door and leaned against the wall next to it, listening.

Silence. A heavy, unnatural silence. And then slow, creeping footsteps moved right toward the door.

Goosebumps rose along your skin despite the hot summer air. This was not a Dreg. Nobody entered Kaz's bedroom unless they had a death wish, and there was only one way to get in. There was someone in there who definitely shouldn't be.

The footsteps to the door, and you threw your weight at it as you opened it. Someone grunted behind the door and stumbled back, and you rounded it to find a man twice your size dressed in all black, except for the gleaming mop of golden hair on his head.

Not a Dreg.

Your days on the streets returned to you, and you made the first move while he was dazed. You shoved him back toward a small, teetering bookshelf in the corner. He collapsed into it. The wood turned to dust, and thick books rained down on his head and hit the floor with loud thumps. His back hit the wall behind the shelf as it damn near disintegrated underneath him. He recovered quickly, pulling his own weapon from a sheath at his thigh and advancing on you.

You exchanged blows. The man was strong and put most of his weight behind each swing, and the blade narrowly missed your face when he slashed a wide arc in an attempt to disarm you. You ducked as he used his free hand to try to punch you, and you shoved his arms away as you came back up, bringing your knee to his gut. He groaned but was unaffected enough that he could plunge his dagger toward your chest. Unable to dodge completely after putting too much weight into the blow to his stomach, you settled for turning to bear the impact.

The blade pierced your shoulder, and you clenched your teeth to muffle your cry of agony. White-hot pain ran through you, and it took every piece of training you had to resist the urge to drop your weapon and cup the seeping wound. Your knuckled turned white as you gripped your knife tighter and went straight for his throat, taking advantage of his moment of satisfaction.

The man gurgled as your blade made contact with his skin, and blood sprayed onto your hands, face, and clothes. He released his dagger and crumbled to the floor with a loud thud, cupping his throat and staring up at the ceiling with wide, agonized eyes.

You knelt over him and shoved his shirt sleeve up. The limpness of your left arm made the task difficult, but you managed by gritting your teeth to muffle your heavy breathing. Something was severed. No time to think about that. Focus. Who the hell was this man who was clearly sent to kill Kaz?

A tattoo stared up at you, dark as night against his skin. It looked as you expected: a cat curled on top of a crown, with the Dime Lions' motto beneath it. You recoiled in disgust and shoved his arm away from you. Standing, you stepped on the Dime Lion's hand and felt the bones snap. Twisted satisfaction ran through you. He deserves much worse.

He didn't respond to the pain. Blood pooled on the floor, puddling beneath him and seeping into the old wood. He was gone, well and truly, and his eyes were glassy and blank. They were turned toward the ceiling as if the Saints could help him now. If you weren't trembling with anger, pain, and adrenaline, you would have closed his eyes, although he didn't deserve the gesture.

Footsteps thundered behind you, and you whirled, ready for more would-be assassins to arrive. Instead, Jesper, Inej, Kaz, and a few miscellaneous Dregs piled into the room, their weapons drawn and aimed. 

Jesper's mouth dropped when he processed what stood before him, and he holstered his guns. "Saints," he breathed. His eyes flicked between you and the man behind you, disbelief shining in them.

Your dagger thudded to the ground as the adrenaline suddenly left your body. The blood was gushing from your shoulder faster, soaking the back of your dress and spreading toward the front. The Dime Lion struck deep, and your head began to spin. The air suddenly felt too cool, and you shivered, crossing your good arm across your chest.

What the hell just happened?

"Get Nina," Kaz ordered, turning to pierce the Dregs behind him with a glare. "Now."

The Dregs went, scrambling out the door and back down the stairs.

Kaz limped over toward the dead man lying behind you. You didn't notice his eyes lingering on you or how they dropped to your shoulder. There were dust motes in the air. Or maybe sawdust from the destroyed bookshelf. Maybe you were imagining it. "Grab her," Kaz said with an unexpected softness. 

You were definitely imagining things now. Kaz didn't talk like that.

Jesper and Inej surged forward, supporting your weight and leading you to a seat in Kaz's office. The wound was nonlethal, but the blood loss certainly could be, and the two wasted little time in ripping the left shoulder of your dress off you and starting to apply pressure to the wound.

Through the open door, you saw Kaz investigating the dead man. You hardly felt the fingers probing at your wound as Kaz bent his head and looked over the scene.

"You did a good job," Inej whispered, bringing you back to yourself. She squeezed your uninjured arm to get your attention, and you turned your eyes to hers. She offered you a small, warm smile that reached her eyes. The tension in your good shoulder eased. She just had that effect. "You did what needed to be done."

Two sets of footsteps approached one from Kaz's bedroom and one from the hallway. Nina entered the office in a mess of skirts and unbound hair. Without hesitating, she knelt next to you and started to work.

You didn't focus on her, nor on Inej and Jesper starting to murmur around you about what happened, how they could have missed this, how they should respond.

Kaz leaned his shoulder against the doorway, putting his weight on his good leg, and he examined you. You met his blue gaze despite the butterflies going haywire in your stomach. Earlier, you'd been too shy to look at him, but now, having killed someone trying to kill him, you met his look head-on. 

Everyone else disappeared. It was just you and Kaz.

Almost imperceptibly, he nodded. Well done.

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[keiwook]

‧₊˚ ⋅ oh, he's charming ! ‧₊˚ ⋅

THREE michyeo

⊹˚. ♡ synopsis ever since y/n’s favourite artist has been obsessed with giving most fanservice to the noona’s, she thought ‘must be nice to be a noona’. y/n has had a few relationships in the past but they were always the same age or older. so she starts wondering ‘what if.. i became a noona..?’ she didn’t think that would’ve happened until she met a charming younger boy.

⊹˚. ♡ written part here ! you anxiously waited for school hours to be over. this was the first thing you’ve ever helped host in your four years of highschool and you’re a senior next year! better late then never, right?

you were alone, waiting for gyuvin at the school gate as minji had some delay in classes and gyuvin didn’t go to school because he overslept. gyuvin exited his car with bags in his hands as he waved his brother goodbye. you quirked an eyebrow at the bags “what is this?” you asked as all the equipment you needed for today was already in the language room. “i got us boba! sorry for not coming today..” he smiled, bringing the bag with him to the language room where you met up with minji.

there was about 30 minutes before the tournament started and you guys spent that time gossiping and enjoying your boba. mrs. n arrived a bit later, smiling endearingly as she saw the three of you sitting on the floor, softly hitting eachother after every dumb remark. as the lower years started arriving one by one, you entered the language room and started dividing them into pairs depending on their classes and years.

gyuvin handed each of them another piece of bright yellow paper that were guides on how to play the game. minji laughed at the familiar yellow paper, helping gyuvin to pass them around. mrs n. had asked minji and gyuvin to supervise two tables each as she had asked you to explain the rules outloud.

there was a thrill in you, passionate about some board game you were good at but you contemplated making someone else do the speaking as fear washed over you. you look to your teacher who was waiting for your explanation as you took a deep breath and started explaining how the game worked. you felt relieved after everyone had started playing and listened to you. since you didn’t have a table to watch over, you walked around, looking at every table and how they played.

you paid no mind to who was playing, more to how they played but everytime you passed by this one table, they had barely even played two turns yet. this one kid was curious, he kept asking questions on everything every few minutes. you noticed his partner was a bit more quiet and reserved; seeming like she knew what she was doing. “have you played scrabble before in your old school?” you asked, looking to her. she simply nods as she placed the tiles onto the board. she’s played before.. no wonder..

you start to think if her partner, the boy who keeps asking a question every 5 minutes was weighing her down. to your surprise, he knew alot of big words. he just barely knew how the game was played. one by one, other tables finished their matches and had already left. except for this table who was barely halfway into the game. you grabbed the sack that contained the remaining tiles, feeling that there were still many left.

you sighed “don’t you guys wanna go home? let’s finish this..” many were huddled around their table, looking at their gameplay. you looked over to their scores.. ‘318’ and ‘120’.. that’s an almost 200 point difference.. this duo is good. upon realising this, you looked up to the curious boy who had his sleeves rolled up, hand resting his head and his hair a bit messy “did you ever play scrabble before?” you asked him, he glanced at you before looking back to his tiles and placing them onto the board “yeah, only a bit though.” you nod, taking one more good look at him.

you couldn’t lie, he looked.. nice..? you tried to erase any weird thoughts about this kid, although he was only a year younger. there wasn’t anything wrong with thinking someone was attractive, right? the game eventually ended and they won. seeing their score, it was too similar to what you and gyuvin, the ‘star players’ would’ve gotten. you also learnt that their names were park gunwook and kim jiwoo.

you don’t know what took over you as you immediately asked if they wanted to duel you and gyuvin the next day when the upper years compete. jiwoo instantly agreed whilst gunwook took a look at his watch “i might have handball practice..” he glanced at you before taking another look at his watch and picking his stuff up “yeah, i’ll make it tommorrow.” you smiled, satisfied with his answer.

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Derailed [Hotch x Reader]

Photo from @pennyspearl

Prompt: Characters are sat together on a long train ride. A one shot in which the reader unexpectedly spends an hour on a train with Agent Aaron Hotchner. 

Category: Fluff 

Content Warning: Brief mention of murder / death

Word Count: 3.2K 

A/N: This is another @imagining-in-the-margins prompt for her September/October Challenge! Let me say that I have never been to Boston University, so if my writing is off on that, please forgive me. Trains were part of the prompt, and if you don’t know, we don’t have a lot of those in Texas. Also, Hotch might be a little out of character here, but it was fun to write him like this. Honestly, unless it’s a novel, I find it hard to get his deeper feelings right. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this. Please like it if you liked it, and feel free to send me a request for a Hotch fic if you want. 

P.S. y/n uses she/her pronouns 

List with all stories 

y/n = your name

l/n = your last name 

_y/f/a_ = your favorite album

_rm’s/n_ = roommate’s name 

_f/c_ = favorite color

_y/m_ = your major 

_y/min_ = your minor 

_s/p_ significant person (friend, parent, guardian, sibling, teacher etc.) 

_h/t_ = home town

_m’s/d_ = major’s department

The passengers on the train started to chatter as this announcement came over the PA, “Good afternoon passengers on the green line. The conductor wants to inform you that there’s been a train derailment at the Boylston intersection. Thankfully no one has been seriously injured, but this might mean we are delayed for some time. I will continue to keep you updated as we have more information. In the beginning, there was a sense of camaraderie with people looking up the news and sharing photos of the train that had derailed. However, as the minutes stretched to a half-hour people started getting angry. Businessmen checked their watches and phones every two minutes. Mothers with kids tried to keep their children calm, and a group of students sitting in the corner of the car were elated that they would be missing a freshman-level psychology class. The car was more crowded than usual, or at least more full than y/n had expected it to be on a Wednesday afternoon at 2:30 PM. y/n had to admit that she didn’t normally ride the train at this time, so her assumptions could be totally off. Anyway, she was stuck standing in the isle of the car holding one of those hangers that helped shorter people like her stay steady as the train moved. At the beginning she didn’t mind waiting while she listened to _y/f/a, but now the fact that she was standing and her left foot was in an ankle brace. Her foot was actually starting to hurt her. She wished she had Advil in her backpack, but she knew she didn’t. The bottle of ibuprofen was sitting on the counter in the bathroom. y/n shifted more of her weight to her right leg. Another ten minutes passed and she was getting nervous that she was going to miss the whole guest lecture she had been looking forward to for over a month. 

y/n was pulled out of this train of thought when her phone rang. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and saw the name of her roommate _rm’s/n_ on the screen. Normally she would cancel the call and just wait till she was outside, but half of the businessmen were on their phones talking to secretaries or business partners and she needed a distraction from her foot, so she answered the call. “Hey, what’s up, _rm’s/n?_” Her roommate replied, “Hey, y/n I totally overslept and the dry cleaner that has my suit is going to close before I can make it there. It’s only two blocks away from campus. Could you pick it up and put it in your office or something and bring it back when you come back? I really need it for my presentation tomorrow.” y/n sighed, she should’ve seen something like this coming. She pinched the bridge of her nose and said, “Sorry, _rm’s/n_, I can’t. A train derailed down the line and I’m stuck here. It’s been forty minutes now and at this rate, I’m going to miss half of that lecture I’ve been going on about for weeks now.” Her roommate put on a syrupy voice saying, “Pleeeeese, y/n. I’ll owe you big time.” y/n was now getting annoyed and said, “No _rm’s/n_, I’m not picking up your suit for you. Take an Uber and get it tonight or wake up an hour earlier tomorrow and get it yourself. I’ve been looking forward to today for a long time and even if I only get to see the last ten minutes of this lecture, nothing is going to stop me from doing that.” y/n’s roommate knew the battle was lost but asked anyway, “Who is this guy that you’re so excited to hear lecture for two hours anyway. I’ve certainly never heard of him.” y/n rolled her eyes, This was proof that _rm’s/n_ never listened to her when she was talking in the apartment. In a slightly clipped tone, she replied, “His name is Agent Hotchner, and he’s the Unit Chief of the Behavior Analysis Unit out of Quantico. He’s giving a lecture on Criminal psychopathy and the split mind theory. He’s kind of a hero of mine. I’ve been telling you about this for weeks now _rm’s/n_.” There was a hesitant chuckle on the other end of the line and _rm’s/n_  replied, “Sorry y/n, you know I’ve been busy these last few weeks with my research and this presentation coming up. Listen, when you get home I’ll have a pizza and a bottle of wine waiting. Maybe we can catch up a bit, and I hope the train thing gets fixed with enough time for you to make it to that lecture.” At hearing this, y/n let some of her frustrations go. Sure _rm’s/n_ could be inconsiderate, but there wasn’t a point in fighting right now, so she said, “That sounds nice. See you in a few hours.” With that she hung up the phone and looked out of the still window, knowing that right now the lecture hall was filling with anticipatory students while she was stuck here on a train car. 

Aaron was sitting down on the train. When he heard the announcement he knew he was screwed in getting to the Boston University campus on time for his speaking engagement. He emailed the event coordinator in the psychology department who had arranged this speaking engagement, writing: “Jonathan. Sorry to tell you this, but I may be a few minutes to an hour late to the university. I was going to take the rental, but the tire sprung a leak and it was getting late already, so I thought I would just take the train. Clearly, that was a mistake because it’s been delayed due to a derailment. I’ll keep you updated. Whenever the train does make it to a station I’ll hop out and get a cab, which I should have done from the start. Sorry for any inconvenience this causes. Sincerely, SSA Aaron Hotchner F.B.I. Unit Chief Behavioral Analysis Unit, Quantico Virginia.” With that, he sent the email and waited for a response. While he waited he pulled out his speaking notes and began reviewing them. He pulled out a pen making notes in the margins for his cadence and pauses. As confident as he was in the material he was covering, whenever he spoke to a large group of people who weren’t N.A.T. trainees, his nerves picked up. Therefore reviewing his presentation, he hoped would calm him. The minutes ticked by and Jonathan emailed him back saying that they would push back the lecture until he arrived and that he and the department understood that this wasn���t his fault. A few minutes later the person standing in front of him took a phone call. He relegated the conversation to white noise as his attention turned back to the pages in his lap. However, when his name was mentioned his attention flicked back to the person standing in front of him. The person was turned away from him slightly so he couldn’t see their face. They had a _f/c_ backpack on. She was wearing something formal and Aaron couldn’t help but notice that she was wearing an ankle brace and was highly favoring her other foot. After another minute the woman hung up and let out a sigh that was so quiet that he almost didn’t catch it. 

Aaron put his papers away in his notebook and stood tapping the woman on the shoulder. _y/n_ turned to see who had tapped her shoulder and looked up for a moment. When her eyes met Aaron’s and recognized him they went wide for a second. After a moment of stunned silence y/n said, “Mr. Hotchner?” Aaron smiled and said, “Present.” There was another moment of silence and he continued the conversation saying, “Sorry. I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I’m glad to hear that at least someone is excited for the talk that I’m supposed to be giving right now.” After recovering from the shock of being in the same space as Agent Hotchner, y/n replied, “People have been talking about your lecture since the guest lecturers' names were announced at the beginning of the semester. I can’t believe you’re stuck in here too.” Aaron chuckled and said, “Yes, well I wasn’t anticipating such a long delay, or any delay.” Aaron extended his hand and said, “Sorry, I don’t know your name, and clearly you know who I am.” y/n took his hand and shook it, saying, “y/n l/n, Sir.” Aaron nodded and replied, “It’s nice to meet you y/n, and please just call me Aaron.” He was about to say something but the train lurched forward momentarily and y/n grabbed for the railing, her face set in a grimace for a second as she placed her weight on her injured foot. The train stopped again after a few seconds and Aaron said, “y/n, would you like to take my seat? I noticed that maybe standing for long periods might not be a great idea for you.” y/n flushed looking down at the ever-annoying boot on her foot. She tried to seem fine, not really wanting to seem weak in front of someone she had been inspired by for years. However, her leg was hurting her and Aaron had offered, so she begrudgingly switched places with the Hotch. Their arms brushed arms during the transfer. y/n felt a flutter run through her arm as their skin made contact. She sat down and set her backpack on the ground between her legs. She tried not to look at Aaron. The man was commanding, just standing in front of her. His tall height only added to the power she felt from her. Unlike her, who had been grabbing the extended handles for support, he easily rested his forearms on the metal bar running parallel along the train car. y/n was trying to find a place to look that wasn’t directly at Hotch. 

She looked back up at him when he called her name. “Sorry, what was that?” y/n internally berated herself for not noticing that he had addressed her. Hotch smiled with a humorous look in his eyes as if he knew he had this effect on people if he wanted to. Hotch repeated his question saying, “Do you go the the Boston U? What do you study.” y/n looked up to Hotch and replied, “Oh. Yes. I do. I’m studying _y/m_ with a minor in _y/min_ because I can never make up my mind on what I want to do with my life. I’d like to think that I’m giving myself options, but really as a grad student, I’m just putting myself in debt.” y/n let out a nervous laugh at the absurdity of talking so casually to Aaron Hotchner. They shared a bit too casual banter as the train finally started moving again. The train stopped at Arlington station and the attendant stated over the PA, “Well folks, unless you want a long wait I’d recommend you get off here and find some alternative transportation to your final destination. Our sincerest apologies for the long delay. We hope you have a good rest of your evening. There was a sigh of relief from those on the train when the doors opened. Aaron offered y/n a hand up. They made it up to the street and as Aaron flagged down a cab, y/n tried to think of a way to get the few blocks to campus. It was rush hour and she didn’t have the money for an Uber, or a cab. By this time Aaron had hailed a cab. He looked around to see if y/n was still around. He figured he might offer them a ride in the cab, after all the university would be paying for it. He called y/n over saying, “Do you want to ride with me to campus. We’re both going to the same place, right?” y/n walked the short distance to him and asked, “You’re sure?” Hotch nodded and replied, “Of course.” He let her get in first and he told the cab where to drop them off. Hotch took a moment to email Jonathan to let him know that he was on his way pulled his notes back out and looked at them once more to steady his growing nerves. y/n checked her emails and answered a few from her students, as the cab zipped toward Boston University. Her attention was diverted to Aaron. He was silently tapping his foot, causing his leg to minutely move up and down in his dark blue pants. After a few moments, Aaron felt her eyes on him and he stopped tapping his foot. He looked over to y/n but she turned her face just quickly enough for him to not catch her staring. This did not, however, stop him from observing the blush that bloomed from her cheeks. Thankfully the ride was short and they both got out. y/n led him to the main auditorium where he was speaking. It was the largest on campus. When they approached the entrance, Aaron was met by Jonathan who quickly stepped forward and shook Aaron’s hand saying, “We’ve got a pretty big crowd still, so please forgive me if I seem to be rushing you. Let’’s get you inside and mic'd up. Jonathan kind of hustled Aaron toward a side door, but before he was swept out of sight, y/n said, “Thanks for the ride. Good luck.” Hotch nodded and said, as he was being led forward, “No problem. See you inside.” 

The inside of the auditorium was still almost filled to capacity. It was a stroke of luck that y/n found a seat in the T-zone with good visibility of the stage. Just as she sat down and began pulling out her notebook, the lights dimmed slightly as Jonathan stepped onto the and introduced Aaron. The lecture was detailed and held the attention of the audience the whole hour that Hotch spoke. He fielded a few questions after the talk and then said, “Due to the fact that I was an hour late to this lecture, my apologies for that by the way, I’m going to cut off the Q and A here. However, if you have questions or would like to speak to me, I’ll be at the front of the stage for a few minutes. Thank you everyone for coming.” There was a loud round of applause as people in the audience got up and moved to the aisles and exits. y/n got into the line to speak to Aaron. It was about twenty minutes until she reached him. When he saw her, he flashed a smile and said, “Hey, y/n. So, how was it?” y/n laughed slightly and said, “It was incredible. It really was.” Hotch nodded and thought back to the two hours ago when they were on the train and she had first brought him up. He asked, “When we were on the train you said I was ‘a hero of yours.' Might I ask why? I’m rarely given that status if I’m being honest.” y/n looked down to the wooden floor. She guessed that what she had said to her roommate might come up again and even though she had meant it, it was still a painful thing to think about. Now that she was standing in front of the man himself it felt trivial really. Aaron tilted his head and realized from y/n’s demeanor, that he might have touched on a sensitive topic. He shifted his weight slightly and said in a softer voice, “y/n, I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that if you don’t want to.” y/n cleared her throat and looked back up to Aaron’s sympathetic gaze. She nodded but said, “It’s fine. I’ve, um, actually met you before. It was a long time ago when Gideon was the Unit Chief. My _s/p_ was murdered in front of me and the team came out to my _h/t_. I was interviewed and everything, but you, you stopped and asked if I was okay. I’ve never forgotten that. In the hype of everything that was happening, I was just a teenager, but you saw me.” y/n’s eyes tried to blink back the tears that had formed in her eyes, and she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand. Aaron bit the inside of his mouth as he looked over the young woman in front of him. He racked his brain for his past early cases, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t place her anywhere. He gently placed his hand on her arm and as she looked up at him, he said, “I’m so sorry. I don’t remember you. Thank you for telling me that.” y/n sniffled for a moment and replied, “I look a lot different from back then. I’m just glad that I got to tell you in person. You’ve helped a lot of people, not by just bringing criminals to justice, but by seeing people on the sidelines.” 

Aaron was touched by what _y/n_ had said. Not that any of the others who had come before to tell him that he mattered, or that his work wasn’t important didn’t matter. But to have someone remember when he was green to the force. Before he was Unit Chief meant something to him. There was still a line behind y/n and he knew that Jonathan and some of the psychology and criminology professors were taking him out to dinner after this, but he didn’t want to let y/n go just yet. His hand was still on her arm and he realized it had been there a bit too long. He removed it and said, “I have some things to attend to for an hour and a half or so, but would you like to get a drink later tonight. As long as it’s not distressing or painful for you, I’d like to remember you from that case.” y/n’s mouth opened and closed a few times before she stated, “That, that sounds lovely. I’d be happy to join you.” Aaron nodded and pulled out the generic business card he carried with him at all times. He flipped it over and wrote his cell number on the back. He handed the card to y/n and said, “Shoot me a text with your name and I’ll let you know when I” 'm free to meet. I look forward to it.” y/n flushed again. It seemed to be a theme of the evening as she said, “Okay. See you later.” 

y/n almost floated to her office in the _m’s/d_. In her office, she pulled out some grading she needed to do and sent her number to Hotch. A few minutes later he liked it to let her know that he he got her text. It seemed impossible that this was happening to her. In fact, the whole day seemed like a dream. However long it was before Aaron let her know that he was open to getting a drink, passed quickly and she thought that perhaps the man she had dreamed about for so many years wasn’t such a dream after all. Maybe he was just as great as she had imagined.

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[winter-leftovers]

Til The End Of Eternity || Chapter eleven: Smother (11/?)

(Douxie Casperan x f!reader)

Summary: Y/n is trying to figure her life out but is going to be hard since her brother is the new trollhunter and she is plagued by dreams and feelings she doesn’t understand.

Chapter Summary: Y/n learns about Douxie’s new feelings for her. Strickler needs protection

Word count: 2582

Warnings: lil bit of angst?

(Season 1 Episode 20, 21,23,24)

Song?: Smother by Daughter

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“Jim is in more danger than we thought” Y/n grabbed one of Blinky’s books and showed him the page she was reading “Angor Rot made a bargain. He obtained his magic but cursed his soul into a single ring, the Inferna Copula” she pointed to the picture of the ring.

“Mm, picture. Helpful” said Aaarrrgghh.

“Who wears the ring, controls him” Y/n continued. When her magic came back, a lot of knowledge came back too.

“It says here that Angor’s been stealing the souls of Trollhunters in a blasphemous attempt to fill the void ever since” Blinky grabbed the book from Y/n’s hands. After a moment he turned to his friend “You don’t have to hide it from me. I might only have two eyes, but I can see clear as day. It’s obvious”

After their quest to Gatto’s cave, Blinky had returned differently. The once blue troll was now…a human.

Y/n straight herself up. She had sensed a shift in Aaarrrgghh behavior but said nothing in fear of overstepping.

“Ever since my human deformity you have been…distant” Blinky complained.

Y/n frowned. She wasn’t expecting that.

“Uh…yes. Distant” the bigger troll nodded.

“I may look different but I’m the same Blinky. How about to cheer you up, maybe later today, I could rent a mini-van we could go for a drive? Something with tinted windows, of course” Blinky offered with excitement. He was desperate to fix the problem that had separated from his friend “I hear we are not too far away from the world’s largest thermometer! I bet you could eat it!”

“Mm, not today” Aaarrrgghh shook his head and left the library.

“Perhaps another time, my dear friend” Blinky said as he watched his friend leave.

“I’m sorry, Blinky” Y/n tapped his shoulder in an attempt to calm his sadness.

Blinky sighed, still looking at the door.

—

Y/n walked down the stairs of her house in a hurry. She overslept and was late to her shift at the store.

“Hey, m-“ she stopped when she saw Blinky sitting on the couch. She furrowed her brow. Why would the troll be here?

“Oh, good, good. Good afternoon, Mr. President Eisenhower” Blinky said into the phone.

Y/n rolled her eyes “Great cover” she thought.

“I suppose I could pencil you in” he stood up and walked away to a place where Barbara couldn’t hear him.

Y/n stood still at the foot of the stairs, observing Blinky mumbling into his phone.

“Angor Rot is in the school” she heard him say.

She took a deep breath and said “Mr. Blinky, do you need a ride to the school? I could give you one” she already had her hand on the door.

“Oh, yes, yes. Thank you, very much” Blinky nodded nonstop.

They were out the door and in Y/n’s car before Barbara could say something.

She started her old car and prayed for no transit.

“Do you think I could, you know, drive?” Blinky turned to her.

Y/n turned to him. Eyes wide open. She couldn’t believe his timing.

“Not today but someday” he continued.

“No” she stepped on the accelerator.

By the time they got there the fight was over. The police was there making sure all the kids were there.

“Master Jim” Blinky ran to Jim, Toby and Claire.

“Is everyone okay?” Y/n asked “Sorry for the delay. We wanted to help but we had to make a couple bathroom breaks” she gave Blinky a dirty look.

“Oh dear!” Blinky stomach gurgled.

“How did you survive Angor Rot?” Y/n asked ignoring the troll.

“Long story” Jim sighed and turned to where Strickler was standing “Have you heard of the Inferna Copula?”

“Indeed, I have” said Blinky. He and Y/n shared a look after seeing the ring on the changeling’s hands.

—

“Okay. We wait until he’s asleep” said Jim.

“I use my shadow staff to get us in” added Claire.

“And I ever so gently remove the ring from his finger”

“Woah. Hold up there, Mr. Storyteller. Do changelings even sleep?” Toby interrupted his friend.

“Yes, but we don’t know Strickler’s schedule” Y/n explained through the phone.

The kids were reunited in Claire’s house planning how to steal the Inferna Copula from Strickler, Y/n couldn’t go because she had to make up for being late to her shift.

“Good point. New plan” said Jim “We spike his coffee with extra strength cold medicine.

“I use my shadow staff”

“And I brin my warhammer in case that doesn’t knock him out”

“And I ever so gently…”

“Wait. What if he’s not alone? His office was guarded last time” interrupted Claire.

“Okay, fine. We spike the coffee”

“Shadow staff”

“I use my warhammer to take out his goons”

“Then, I ever so gently remove the ring”

“But what if it doesn’t come off?” Toby interrupted.

“Why would it not come off?” Jim was getting nervous.

“Oh lord” Y/n said to herself.

“I don’t know. Maybe it’s glued on, or he added a few pounds” Toby explained his reasoning.

“Why would it be glued on, you dingus?” Claire said.

“You said be ready for every precaution!”

“He’s waking up!” Screamed Claire.

“Oh, how is he waking up? This isn’t even really happening!” Complained Jim.

“Cut off his hand!” Claire screamed again

“What?”

Y/n giggled. She could see the desperation in his brother’s eyes.

“Use your sword. Hurry do it!” Claire insisted.

“No, I’m not gonna cut—“

“Do it! Do it! Before it’s too late”

“Wait!” Y/n stood up.

The man that was still hanging out in the store looked at her.

“Sorry” she whispered. She sat back down and turned to the side so he wouldn’t hear her.

“If you cut his hand you cut mom’s hand too”

“Oh, I forgot. Angor Rot’s binding spell” Jim sighed “We’re not ready. There’s too much risk”

The costumer came up to the register and Y/n had to put her phone down.

“We’ll figured it out, Jim” she said before hanging up.

After the last buyer left, she was finally free. Outside the sun was setting. The sky was a beautiful pink shade. Around this time, the people of Arcadia are already home or on their way, leaving the streets almost empty.

She put the store keys on her bag and stretched her arms, her elbow cracked after holding the phone for so long.

Y/n crossed the street. It’s been three days since she started avoided walking by the library were Douxie worked. She has spent a lot of time with Douxie lately and she was afraid that she was smothering him. Of course, all she wanted was to keep the routine they had the last couple of weeks: go to the library, scratch Archie’s head and hang out with Douxie until his shift at Benoit started and then go home but she was scared it was too much. What if she was too much? Maybe she should give him some space and focus on her training for a while.

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor to see if the stoplight had changed and saw them. Douxie and the pink haired girl that worked at HexTech, Zoe, they were just a couple steps away from her. Y/n started to get close go them to say hi when he heard him:

“I don’t know how to tell her! I mean, I don’t want to be rude”

“It’s not rude to set a boundary” Zoe replied. She seemed annoyed “If she’s annoying tell her to stop”

“But she has been so nice. I don’t know, Zoe” he scratched his head.

Y/n felt the blood rush to her ears. It couldn’t be.

“Listen, I already told you this last week. Talk to her”

The stoplight shifted and everyone keep walking but Y/n just stood there, watching them leave.

Y/n’s soul had fallen to her knees. She felt her blood stopping in place, her eyes filling up with tears. She felt light-headed. Her heart was broken. She had smothered him and he was too kind to tell her.

A thunder erupted making them stop. The cold rain started to fall. Everyone rushed to get protection except Y/n that stood there, watching the spot where Douxie had told Zoe he didn’t want her

“Are you okay, kid?” An old man holding an umbrella stopped next to her.

“Yes” she sighed. Her eyes wouldn’t leave the now empty spot.

“Let me help you cross the road” the man offered.

She nodded.

The man grabbed her arm and guide her across the street, stopping under the roof of some store so she wouldn’t get more wet.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to call anyone?” He put his hand on her shoulder

Y/n lifted her eyes from the floor and looked into the man’s pale blue eyes. He was much taller than her.

“No, but thank you for your kindness” she smiled.

The man smiled back.

“You remind me of my kid. Head always in the clouds” he laughed and left her under the roof.

Y/n got home and went directly to the bathroom. She dropped the wet clothes on the floor and sat in the shower. The hot water melted the sadness off her skin. Her mind was numb. No thought went through her head, just the water hitting her back. She waited for the tears to fall but they never did. Eventually, she gave up and stood up.

When Y/n got out of the shower she stepped on something hard. She lifted her foot and saw her pebble, the pebble that she thought was on her bag.

“Maybe Al dropped it here” she thought, taking the pebble to her chest.

Y/n dragged her feet to her bedroom. Her body didn’t have energy, every single bit of it left through the drain.

Eventually, she dressed up and threw herself into the bed. In the darkness, she felt something or someone stepping on her mattress but she couldn’t care. The void had swallowed her.

“What happened?” Al stood next to her head.

Y/n sighed in response.

“Doesn’t matter” he said as he curled himself next to her neck “Tomorrow is another day” he licked the single tear that had fallen from her cheek.

—

Y/n opened her eyes, she wasn’t in her room anymore, she was in the woods, the woods that she’s been dreaming all her life.

“Welcome back to the land of the living”

Y/n stretched her arm trying to feel her comforter but she wasn’t in her bed, she was laying on top of a bed of leaves. She turned to look for Al and saw him sleeping next to her feet.

“Do you feel better?” Asked the woman to her right. A shadow was blocking her face but Y/n’s recognised her anyway “A bed made of leaves is no place for a lady like you to sleep”

Y/n didn’t say anything, she could only focus on the woman’s warm hand brushing the leaves away from her hair.

“Everyone is worried about you, Y/n. You can’t keep running to the woods like this”

“That’s not true” Y/n sat up.

“Oh, Y/n of course it is”

“Hisirdoux is not. He told me himself” Y/n crossed her arms.

The woman chuckled, “He is worried the most. Your father had to stop him from running to the wood to look for you!”

Y/n imaged Hisirdoux pout when he was told he couldn’t do something and smiled.

“Look at that smiled” the women tickled Y/n side “You like him”

“I do not” Y/n blushed.

“Young love is so sweet” The women chuckled and pinched the little girl’s cheeks “There is no crime in liking the errand boy”

“Stop it” Y/n’s cheeks darken further.

“I will not until you admit it” the women try to tickle the confession out of Y/n.

“Stop” she laughed.

—

Y/n lay there in her bed for what felt months yet also felt hours. Her phone stacking with messages yet she wouldn’t answer, she couldn’t even see them in case one of them was Douxie’s.

She heard the news of the destruction of the Inferna Copula in the brief time she met with Jim by the door of the bathroom. He had stopped his rambling when he saw his sister’s lack of response but that didn’t stop him from trying to get a reaction out of her.

One morning, Jim opened the door, his armor on.

“Y/n wake up! I need your help” he shook his sister awake.

“What?” She turned to him.

“Strickler is down stairs hiding from Angor Rot”

“Is this another attempt of getting me out of bed? I told you I am sick” she turned to the wall.

“No, no. Come with me” Jim grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the kitchen.

“Slow down, Jim” the boy had gotten stronger with his training and was almost dragging his sister down the stairs “Why do you have a smelly sock?” Y/n cringed when the smell got to her.

In the kitchen, Strickler was strapped to a chair, sleeping.

“Really?” She rolled her eyes at the view.

“He said Angor Rot was trying to kill him but nothing happened”

Y/n sighed. She didn’t have the patience to deal with the changeling. She took the sock from Jim and dangled in front of his face.

“Ugh! What is that?” Strickler jumped after smelling the rotten sock.

“Wakey, wakey. We survived the night with no sign of Angor Rot. Congratulations” Jim stepped in front of the changeling and took back the sock from his sister’s hand “We thought we’d bring you some breakfast” The boy threw the sock in his face.

“I don’t eat socks” Strickler scoffed “And I don’t appreciate being tied up”

“Cry me a river” Y/n crossed her arms.

“I asked you to protect me not torture me”

“And I said I’d keep you safe, not comfortable” with his sword, Jim cut the rope that was tied to Strickler’s wrists.

“Well, the sun is up. We’ll have until sundown to get me as far away as possible” Strickler rubbed his wrist as he looked through the window.

“Fine. Let me call the team” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie from the counter.

Y/n jumped onto the counter next to her brother.

“Trollhunter to Warhammer, you copy?”

“Oh, goodie. The puberty Patrol is on the case. I feel so safe” Strickler mocked.

Y/n rolled her eyes and stuck her leg up when Strickler started to get to close to Jim but he yanked Jim’s walkie-talkie away anyway.

“Do you think your friends will have any chance against that killer? They’ll be a liability” Jim grabbed the walkie-talkie back while Stickler talked “May I remind you, you destroyed Angor’s soul. He’ll be out for blood, be it yours or theirs”

Y/n took deep breaths, trying to control the anger that started to simmer in her stomach and not hit the changeling right in the face while Jim told his friend to look for information on the last stone.

“Smart choice. For once, you’re learning” Strickler grabbed the empty coffee pot.

“For the record, Angor Rot destroyed his own soul” Jim said giving his teacher the cereal box.

A/n: hiiii hellooo!! I didn’t forget about the update!! I just had the worst migraine in the world im sorry 💖

#tales of arcadia #douxie x reader #douxie #hisirdoux casperan #hisirdoux x reader #toa #trollhunters #my writing #til the end of eternity

[secretwhumplair]

Lazy morning

1,212 words | Sevenlands - Niveus & Tern (sequel to Tern)

Content | Slavery, fear of punishment, conditioning, assumed betrayal, hunger

Notes | Tern settles into his new home. Or does he?

He's just not used to good things. Including his new name.

Taglist | @whump-blog

The slave woke warm, and that was the first indicator something was off.

Warm, and soft, and comfortable in a way that simply never happened.

He opened his eyes, and the memory hit him with the force of a wyvern’s jaws. He was in a bed, in a bedroom, and by the grace of his new masters, he would be every night for the foreseeable future. Gosling had assured him of it. Gosling, who had been so kind and gentle and friendly.

He was no longer alone.

Except, in taking in the room and the light falling in through the window, he realized he now was, and, much worse, he had overslept.

His insides froze. This was exactly why he couldn’t be allowed to be too comfortable. It was his very first day with his new masters, who had extended so much mercy towards him, and he had already failed, before he even had the chance to attempt being useful. He could barely breathe at the thought of what punishment such blatant misbehaviour would incur, a misbehaviour that never would have occurred under his old master, who knew to keep him in line. Tears pushed into his eyes at the realization. He always had believed he could be good if his master went a little easier on him, and now that it had happened, he couldn’t.

The fact that the other slaves had not woken him, left him behind to earn a punishment he couldn’t even imagine with how little he knew this new place, barely added to the pain piercing through his chest. He was not used to having companions, anyway.

There was nothing he could do but crawl out of bed - oh, he would not earn its continued use, perhaps they would just resell him right away for the useless thing he was - and dress with trembling hands; his body still hurt as he moved, but that never mattered. His old, tattered clothes had been taken away, and he slipped out of the new nightshirt he had been granted into a new set of work clothes, and he had repaid all these mercies with nothing but disobedience.

He didn’t know what to do or where to go once he was done. He didn’t know the house, or what work would be expected of him; he had received no orders, but that was no excuse for being idle.

He remembered where the kitchen was, and surely there was some work to do there. Trembling in every limb, he left the slaves’ quarters, half-expecting one of his new masters to catch him and deliver the punishment he dreaded.

It was inevitable, of course. He deserved it, and he shouldn’t even try to delay it; it would make nothing better.

He reached the dining room he had been so generously fed in the night before, and sure enough, one of the masters - the daughter, Tertia - was sitting at the table, and put her book down as he entered; no doubt she had been waiting for him.

He fell to his knees. He wanted to apologize with every fiber of his being, wanted to beg for mercy, but had he been given permission to speak? His old master didn’t care much, he enjoyed hearing his fruitless pleas, but everything was different here, and he so needed to learn what the rules were, if only anyone would help him.

The young mistress looked alarmed. »Hey, Tern!«

»I’m sorry, Mistress,« he blurted out, his tears escaping him. »I - it won’t happen again, I am so sorry, I will be useful, I’m sorry-«

»Tern! Here, sit.« She rushed over to him and he shrank back, but she only gently touched his arm and directed him to a chair. »What happened?«

What happened? What did she want to hear - what was the meaning of this? His old master had been merciless, but he had never played this sort of mind games, and for the briefest moment, he wished for it back. »I - I overslept,« he whispered, the shame of it not quite drowned out by the fear of what it would lead to. »It won’t ever happen again, I, I’m sorry-«

»No, no, it’s alright.« The mistress sat down next to him. He couldn’t look at her, only staring down at the teardrops falling uselessly into his lap. »No, listen, we figured we’d let you sleep in - you were exhausted, and you’re injured. It’s alright, you didn’t do anything wrong. I’m sorry this wasn’t - made clear, it was kind of a spontaneous decision.«

He slowly looked up, trying to make sense of what he was hearing. He had been allowed to sleep in? That wasn’t - that wasn’t how anything worked. He was a slave, he was supposed to work, not laze away the day in a comfortable bed, and the certainty of bad things happening when he didn’t was anchored deeply in his soul. And injured? A few whipmarks and bruises had never been an excuse.

It didn’t make any sense.

The mistress smiled at him. »It’s really okay. Let’s get some breakfast into you and then I’ll show you around, alright? I can’t ride anyway, so.«

Right, she had been injured for his sake, that was the only reason she could be bothered with him at all. He wished she’d simply show him a task to do, so he could prove he was useful, at least a little, even if it had never been good enough. He didn’t want to lose this, even if he didn’t deserve it, he didn’t want to be sold again to another uncertain future.

He almost missed the part about breakfast until she pulled a bowl of porridge from across the table in front of him. There was fruit in it - a foreign fruit of this land so far from anything he was familiar with - as if the taste was of any matter.

He was still hungry. He felt he shouldn’t be, he had gotten to eat so well only last night, but he was. And despite everything the mistress had said and done, his mind found it impossible to believe this was for him.

»Go on, eat.« She didn’t even sound impatient, although she certainly could have. She sounded gentle, and he ate.

The porridge had cooled, it must have stood here for a while while he was in bed for far too long, but that was no detriment, not when the climate was so wonderfully warm. He was so used to being cold every day; even just believing he deserved the weather here was difficult. The porridge was filling and the fruit sweet and tasty. It was far too good to believe.

He realized the mistress was waiting for him to finish, even as she went back to her book, and he hurried to finish his meal. He found himself calming down somewhat as he ate. His fear was not gone - it never was - but he understood the latest wave had been over nothing, his masters had decided for him he should sleep in, and the others had, of course, respected that decision.

Now all that was left was to prove his usefulness.

»Finished?« The mistress smiled at him, putting her book down again. »Alright, I’ll show you the stables.«

#whump #whump writing #conditioning #my writing #tern #tertia #sevenlands

[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Above Snakes

So sorry for the long delay I struggled writing this chapter… but without any further ado here’s part 5! This chapter is setting us up for the end of this quick little series so I hope you enjoy 💗

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!! Adult content including: angst, drinking, swearing, smut including: kissing, grinding, cowboy AU

Word count: 5.8k

When Sam stirred slowly and awoke from his sleep his alarm hadn’t gone off, but the sun still remained hidden beyond the horizon. There was only the faint shift of black skies to a glowing blue hue to signify the early morning hour.

Sam craned his neck off the pillow where his cheek rested, having managed to unconsciously move onto his stomach with one arm dangling off the edge of the bed at some point during the night despite the position he’d fallen asleep in- curled up next to Danny’s side.

With a stiff turn of his head he was met with the sight of Danny still fast asleep next to him. He on the other hand hadn’t moved much in his sleep last night. Only having turned onto his side rather than his back and was now facing Sam with only a few inches left between their bodies.

It wasn’t often Sam ever woke up before his alarms went off, but two days in a row now he’d awoken peacefully to the sight of this beautiful person in his bed. Even better than yesterday, today they hadn’t overslept, and although Sam didn’t know exactly how much time they had to spare before it was time to get up and get ready for the day, at least they weren’t in a frantic hurry.

With that comforting thought in mind Sam took the opportunity to quietly observe his companion sleep. Quietly at least until little happy giggles started to spring up from his chest, coming out in breathy huffs through his nose as he tried to stifle his elation.

“What’s so funny?” Danny rasped with his eyes still closed- though he had felt Sam shift in the bed moments earlier and was already fading out of sleep and back into reality. Or maybe this was still a dream? The lines blurred again when Sam twisted onto his side and leaned over to place a soft kiss against his lips.

“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re asleep” Sam replied, inching closer and mirroring his body next to Danny’s with one hand tucked underneath his head.

Danny’s eyes fluttered open when Sam pulled away, and he was taken aback not by Sam’s proximity to his face, but with the beauty in the way the hazy blue glow filtering through the window above them gently illuminated Sam’s features. He was like some ethereal being staring back at him with wide curious eyes.

“Cute?” Danny huffed out, thinking he must look a mess with his hair in frizzy knots and dark circles surly still ringing his eyes. Nothing compared to the radiance Sam emit even after only getting the same few hours of sleep as Danny had.

Sam smiled and slid his free hand up Danny’s arm from underneath the covers, reveling in the warmth of the skin to skin contact. “Yeah,” he replied through a long sigh as Danny’s hand in turn came up to touch him as well. Only his fingers glided along the sloping decline of Sam’s side, down his chest until his palm flattened and settled just below his waist. His thumb mindlessly started to trace circles into the dip of Sam’s hip which tickled in the most pleasing way.

Sam continued, “your face twitches a little, and I think you were drooling some too”.

“That’s not cute” Danny groaned, hoping Sam was only messing with him, though he did maybe feel a little wet spot on his pillow. He squeezed Sam’s side and Sam let out another sigh at the stiffness of his hip joints. “Someone a little sore?”

“Just a little” Sam admit, “it’s a good sore though. Like after a run when your adrenaline starts to die down and your legs don’t feel like jelly anymore so you’re just left with the ache”.

“Well here, roll back over”. Danny requested as he moved to sit up, never letting his hands leave Sam’s waist as he guided him back onto his belly. The cold hit Sam first when Danny pulled back the covers, but he was soon enveloped in warmth again when Danny straddled his upper thighs and his large strong hands quickly got to work rubbing his back.

“Feels good” Sam mumbled into the pillow as he turned his face into the stuffing filled fabric so that Danny’s hands could work his shoulders too.

“Mmm, you’re so tight” Danny murmured as he continued to dig his thumbs into a particularly rough knot right in Sam’s shoulder blade.

Sam groaned underneath him, eyes squeezed shut and biting through the pain knowing it would give way to relaxation soon. And it did, Danny was able to work out the muscle and move his hands downwards to work on massaging his hips next.

He was only trying to help Sam. Even with them both still naked from the night before he had no other intention, no ulterior motive, other than to innocently massage his back and relieve some of the tension.

The reaction from Sam's body said otherwise though. With the combination of the pain of his tender joints and the way Danny unintentionally spoke about how tight he was, another uncomfortable tension was beginning to grow. Sam’s member was trapped against the sheets with the weight of Danny still sitting on him, but he could feel it growing larger with each pass of Danny’s rough hands over his skin.

He groaned again, and pushed his hips into the mattress trying to get some sort of friction and relief hoping maybe Danny wouldn’t notice what he was doing.

“Are you relaxed now?” Danny questioned in a low hushed tone, leaning over slightly so that Sam could still hear him as he grabbed fistfuls of Sam’s sides and kneaded the flesh in his palms.

For fear of what incoherent noise might escape him if he opened his mouth, instead of a verbal response Sam merely nodded his head against the pillow, Danny’s grip on him only helping push his groin further downwards.

“I bet you are, I can feel you fucking into the sheets” Danny smirked making Sam’s face flush hot, though he didn’t stop his movements he just gave up in trying to hide it. “You need to release some more? You want me to help you?”.

Sam could hardly tell what was happening behind him, but whatever Danny was offering he was waiting for as he weakly pleaded “yes, please”.

“Such a good boy, learning his manners” Danny praised before shifting his weight onto his knees and rolling his hips over Sam’s ass, effectively pushing him into the mattress again.

A moan fell from Sam’s mouth this time as he arched his back and waited for Danny to move again. Never in his wildest dreams did he see himself as an adult getting off by essentially humping the bed, but with Danny’s help even despite his tenderness he felt like he was getting close already. Perhaps it was the fact that he was so worn out and exhausted that his impending orgasm came quickly, like his body knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand much of Danny on top of him like this.

Danny’s hands traveled back up the slender curve of Sam’s back and settled on his shoulders, each hand hooking around so that his fingertips were brushing collarbone and his thumbs stretched out to apply pressure again to where the back of his neck met the top of his spine. “Just keep relaxing, let it all loose” he urged, letting his hips roll over again.

Sam felt Danny also starting to get hard as his pelvis pressed further against the round of his ass, though Danny didn’t make any movement to help himself nor did it feel like he intended to go any further than grinding against Sam.

Just like the knot in his shoulder Danny worked out, Sam felt his body tense up again and his stomach coil until finally the release came and a warmth flooded his lower half as he spilled out onto the sheets beneath him.

As his body shuddered through his orgasm Sam was suddenly filled with embarrassment and he turned his face into the pillow to hide once more as a wave of emotion washed over him so strong he felt his eyes prickling. He had no idea what had come over him in the moments leading up to this, all he knew was it all felt too good. The way Danny touched him made him feel cherished in a way he never had before.

Without a word Danny leaned over and began to place kisses all across Sam’s shoulders and back as if to apologize for constantly hurting him. He was careful to never cause Sam any real pain, but even when Sam egged him on he was afraid of taking it a step too far.

“I can not believe that just happened” Sam groaned, his voice muffled by the pillow but still comprehensible.

Danny’s pulse dropped and his hands started to feel like hot brands against Sam’s delicate skin. Was this it? Had he taken it too far? “I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He quickly slid off, giving Sam the room to sit up and turn onto his side to face him.

“Yeah, yeah everything’s fine…” Sam trailed off. He thought he sounded convincing, but he was given away by a single stray tear slipping out of the corner of his eye. Quickly he wiped his cheek with the back of his hand, praying Danny hadn’t seen it.

Danny had though, and in that moment he felt his worst fear was coming alive right before his eyes. How was Sam ever going to trust him after this? “Oh god, did I hurt you?”

“What?” Sam stared back at Danny, his humiliation only growing as he tried to pull himself together.

Despite being more similar in height than his brothers, Sam felt small next to Danny right now. He could tell from day one that there was some chemistry between them, and over the past couple of days they’d only confirmed that in bed. Though it was only just now that Sam was realizing just how enamored he truly was with Danny. That even a simple back massage would result in him losing himself like that. “I’m just really fucking embarrassed”.

Confused at first, Danny glanced down at the quickly drying stain on the sheet and realized where this atypical self consciousness was coming from. Before he could stop himself a nervous chuckle escaped; he wasn’t laughing at Sam he was just enormously relieved. He hadn’t hurt Sam, quite the opposite actually. “You don’t have to ever be ashamed of yourself around me Sammy”.

“I’m not ashamed,” Sam replied- there was no shame in being with Danny that much he was absolutely confident in. The truth was Sam felt like a completely different person when he was with him. He’d enjoyed the company of others in the past, but never had he entirely given himself over like this.

“Good, you had me scared there for a second” Danny reached over and cupped Sam’s cheek, brushing the pad of his thumb against the spot where Sam had brushed away his tiny tear.

“You’ve never hurt me Daniel, you’re too good for that. I think you’re the most gentle person I’ve ever met”.

“I guess I was worried for nothing then?” Danny smiled, though he was still not completely convinced.

Sam sat up completely now and wrapped his arms around Danny’s shoulders. “I wish you didn’t have to go, otherwise I’d say let’s tell Jake we’re both sick and spend the whole day really learning each others limits. I bet my tolerance is higher than you think it is”.

Danny swallowed hard at the thoughts crossing his mind at Sam’s implication. As tempting as it all was he didn’t want to get in trouble with his brothers. “I’ll be back sometime tomorrow. I think you should take the night off to recover a bit before we pull an all day in bed” he suggested while returning the hug, “maybe think of a safe word while I’m gone? For my own sanity as well as yours”.

“I can do that” Sam agreed, “and when I do I want you to absolutely wreck me”.

While Sam showered again Danny helped strip his bed of the dirty sheets and placed them in the small washer- which he had to go searching for but ultimately found tucked away in a cut out in the wall at the back of the kitchen. Part of him still felt like he was intruding on Sam’s space wandering around becoming familiarized with the small house, but then he remembered the conversation they just had and a big stupid grin spread across his face. He waited for Sam to finish getting dressed before preparing to say his goodbyes.

“Don’t let Jake be an asshole to anyone” Sam warned him as they stood uncomfortably in the living room by the front door, neither wanting to be the one to part first.

“I’m not sure I could do much to stop that, but I’ll keep an eye on him” Danny shrugged his shoulders and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling a few more knots at the nape he’d missed with the comb. He felt like it was time for a haircut soon, maybe when he got back he’d ask Sam where was a good place in town and they could go together. Even despite all the time they spent together he still wanted to do everything with Sam. Even the little mundane things like getting a haircut before the spring finally came.

Just when Danny was about to bite the bullet and turn to leave, Sam suddenly threw himself at him. His thin lanky arms slipped underneath Danny’s biceps and he pressed his left ear against Danny’s chest as he hugged him. As soon as Danny realized what was happening his arms came up to encircle Sam’s shoulders and squeeze him closer as he placed a kiss to the top of his head. “Just one night Sammy” Danny reminded him, though he didn’t move a muscle to let him go yet.

The sound of Danny’s voice vibrated through his chest directly into Sam’s ear. “I know, I’ll be fine. This is for you” he replied making Danny chuckle. “And this is for me” he waited until Danny’s chest stilled again then he lifted his head and pressed their lips together. It was a soft kiss at first, but Danny shifted to take Sam’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting his head higher and deepening the kiss when Sam’s lips parted slightly.

Their moment was interrupted by a rapid knock at the door behind them. They pulled away from each other quickly out of shock, but after seeing each other's disheveled state they easily laughed it off. “Guess Jake is looking for me” Danny said as he grabbed the small backpack he’d packed the evening before after stopping by the old worn out camper to grab a few things, like his own toothbrush, before heading back with Sam and well… you know.

“Better not keep him waiting” Sam replied, stuffing his hands into the front pockets of his light wash wrangler jeans that Danny loved so much because of the way they shaped his ass. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” Sam’s expression looked defeated, but he pulled on another smile to not make Danny leave with a pathetic pout being the last thing he saw on his face.

“Yeah, don’t know when but I guarantee you’ll be my first stop when we’re back”. Sam’s smile turned genuine and a light blush colored his cheeks as Danny leaned over to give him one last kiss right underneath his eye so that he had to squint and scrunch his nose. With that he turned to open the door, Jake’s surprised look when he stepped out of Sam’s front door with a blush of his own not passing him by as he silently tossed his bag into the passengers side of Jake’s truck.

Jake didn’t say a word either when he reclaimed the front seat and they started off down the road, Danny watching though his sideview mirror as Sam’s house disappeared behind them in a cloud of dust.

Jake’s truck was a lot nicer than the work truck Danny was used to driving around in with his brother. It wasn’t new by all means, and there was nothing particularly fancy about it, but it was just a lot cleaner and sleeker than that other hunk of metal Sam was constantly cursing at when he had to do maintenance on it.

Danny faught off a smile thinking about the afternoon he’d spent offering his help while Sam shouted profanity after profanity and threw tools around with his head buried underneath the rusted hood. It was one of the warmest days they’d had since Danny moved, and at the time he’d tried desperately to not gawk at Sam as he walked around the ranch in a short sleeve button up with the sleeves rolled up even shorter and the only buttons actually done being the bottom two to keep the shirt from falling off completely.

It’s a good thing they had actually gotten together since then, because Danny knew there was no way he would’ve survived the summer with a sweaty shirtless Sam on the loose. Though now that he knew how absolutely delectable he looked with nothing on at all he figured he’d still have a hard time.

Just as he’d predicted, Jake was mostly quiet for the entirety of the drive- though his stereo worked perfectly well and out of it spewed a classic rock playlist unparalleled to any Danny had ever heard before. Another Jimi Hendrix song was nearing its close when Jake stopped his padding of his fingers on the steering wheel and threw his blinker on.

They pulled into a ranch, smaller than the one back at home and in need of a few repairs, but overall sufficient in Danny’s eyes. After a few more minutes of driving further into the ranch a house came into view, a large mid-century style home with long wide windows that faced the northeast, beautiful rich vines that grew all around the brick and well maintained flower beds lining the pathway to the front door.

When Jake parked at the end of the half circle driveway an elderly man stood up from a porch swing and approached the truck slowly. Danny got out of the truck and followed Jake to meet the man halfway because he had no instructions to do otherwise, but he was honestly a little confused about why they were here.

“You must be Jacob” the man greeted and Jake quickly offered to shake with his right hand, placing his left on the man’s shoulder as well as he introduced himself.

“Jake Kiszka sir, and this is one of my ranch hands Danny”.

Danny nod his head in the man’s direction, but stayed behind Jake to let him do whatever business he’d come all the way out here after nearly three hours driving for.

“Beautiful place you have here. Your pictures didn’t do it justice” Jake smiled and began to walk toward the house. Again, Danny followed quietly.

“Thank you young man. I was really hoping to find someone who would really appreciate it after all the years we spent keeping it together. I’m afraid the rest of the place has fallen into a bit of neglect, I just don’t get around as much as I used to”.

“Oh no! It’s perfect, exactly what I’ve been looking for” Jake countered as he helped him up the few steps before taking his hands back off him and looking around to marvel at the porch now that he was on it.

“Well, I won’t make you boys wait around very long. How about a tour?”

Danny glanced over at Jake who showed no sign of any intention to explain to him what was going on, and he turned away to follow the old man inside.

This was not the trip he had been expecting to take with Jake Danny thought to himself while he followed the two around the house. Jake seemed overall excited as he looked over everything he could, admiring the craftsmanship of the home and all the little features only these century builds had. Was he house shopping? All the way out here? What did Jake need such a big home for and on all this property?

He felt out of place here, though neither of them seemed to care that he’d tagged along as they meandered through the kitchen and out to the back patio.

“This is perfect. It really is so beautiful” Jake spoke again as the man took a break and sat down in a wicker chair that was part of a matching patio set. Just like the front yard, the back was full of flowers in scattered pots ranging in all sizes, and there was a raised flower bed with a fountain off in the corner of the yard.

“Well I guess I just have one more question for you then. You plan on having any kids? This place was built for a large family ya know” the man asked.

“I do” Jake replied without hesitation. “Four, two boys and two girls” he continued, smiling fondly like he’d already had this conversation with someone before.

“I’m glad to hear it. Hopefully they all don’t grow up and run off without you like mine did to me. I’m gonna miss this place that’s for sure but after my Petunia passed away last fall I just can’t stand the quiet any longer. My home has never been quiet before, so now it’s just stopped feeling like a home”.

“Well, I’ll be more than happy to take it off your hands sir. And I promise I’ll continue your legacy”.

“Just give me a few days to consider your offer and I’ll keep in touch with you”.

He stood up slowly and Jake shook his hand once more before he motioned for Danny to leave with him. Once they were back at the truck Jake started the engine but instead of putting the gear shift into drive he turned to Danny.

“Look, I know Josh sent you with me to figure out what it is I’m up to. I’d appreciate it if you kept this between us for just a little while longer”.

Danny’s eyes widened in disbelief. He’d been hoodwinked by Josh to spy on his brother for him? He’d had no idea, but with Jake being so sneaky and secretive he could see why now. Not wanting to get any further in the middle of it Danny just shook his head yes and with that Jake started to drive back down the road to the highway without another word.

They made a few more stops here and there in the town nearby. Danny figured Jake was trying to get a feel of the town, see what all it had to offer him if he did move out here. It was starting to near five o’ clock and Danny figured if there wasn’t much else on Jake’s itinerary for the evening then they could just go ahead and make the drive home, but Jake seemed to dilly dally around everywhere they went like he wasn’t in any hurry to be leaving.

To his dismay they checked into their motel and Danny dropped off his backpack into his room, flopping down onto the hard bed and staring at the popcorn ceiling for a good while before he huffed and tossed his head over to the side. He saw the phone on the nightstand and wondered if he should give Sam a call. Was he missing him as much as he was? Or was Sam enjoying his space for a while?

A familiar knock at the door kept him from swallowing his fears and dialing the number he’d quickly memorized. “Drinks?” Jake questioned simply when Danny opened the door. Danny looked back over his shoulder at the empty dull room and the phone sitting patiently on the cheap veneer and decided he didn’t really have much else to do so he shrugged and grabbed his wallet and room key.

The bar they went to reminded him of the bar he and Sam had gone to before. Figures most bars in these small towns would all look the same. It was a busy night, a local sports team was playing a home game so a lot of the tables near the flatscreens that hung from walls covered with typical bar decor were already taken.

After ordering a few beers from the bar Jake chose a table near the back, waiting for Danny to join him.

“So, am I allowed to ask questions or do I just have to keep quiet completely?” Danny raised his voice over the sound of cheering patrons once they’d settled in and started drinking.

Jake took a moment to decide, gulping down his first beer quickly while it was still cold. “Depends on what you want to ask”.

He’d take that as a clearance to go ahead. “Well, I guess why are you moving away?”

“Next question” Jake responded, keeping his eyes on all the people starting to crowd the bar instead of making eye contact with Danny.

“Does Josh know?” If Jake had a suspicion Josh sent Danny along to report back to him, then Jake must not have told him outright, but he still asked to be sure.

“He knows I have bigger plans than just the ranch. I want to branch off on my own a little. Expand the business some”.

“Start a family?” Danny raised his brows and Jake actually glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Yeah he wasn’t elaborating on that one.

“Does Sam know?”

Jake sighed and gave up on avoiding Danny, turning to face him head on now. There were his own questions about Danny and his brother and how well they’d been getting along recently- because Sam didn’t get along with just anybody, he of all people knew that. For some reason though he felt like he didn’t need to ask Danny about it, because he’d honestly never seen Sam happier and so full of life before Danny came to work for them.

“I’m going to go to the restroom” Jake excused himself, getting up from the table and disappearing into the crowd.

Danny waited for a while, like a long while, before he started to get a little nervous that Jake hadn’t returned. Surely he was fine, Jake could very well take care of himself, but nonetheless Danny got up and started to look for him.

The bathrooms were gross and the trashcan was overflowing with paper towels, but at least that meant people were washing their hands after right? The bar was still full, but no one matched the description of his missing companion. After making a few circles around the bar Danny stepped outside and noticed that the spot Jake had parked his truck in when they arrived now had a small car parked there instead. He couldn’t believe it, but Jake had ditched him.

The table they were at earlier was now occupied when Danny stepped back inside, so he squeezed into a spot at the bar while he waited to get the attention of one of the busy bar backs.

“Can I close my tab, and do you know the number for any taxis around here?”

“Honey this town doesn’t have taxis. You need a ride I can call Big Bob to see if he can come get ya” the woman behind the bar rasped through her cigarette stained voice as her press on nails clicked against the counter.

“Umm, yeah I guess give him a call for me if you wouldn’t mind” Danny replied, trying not to sound repulsed by the idea of hitching a ride back to the motel with whoever ‘Big Bob’ was.

The lady nod her head and stuffed the cash he gave her into her bra strap before walking into the back, hopefully to make that phone call and get him out of here.

A few minutes passed and she hadn’t returned yet, Danny was starting to grow irritated that Jake had just up and left him here. Maybe he’d said something to piss him off? Either way it was kind of a douchy thing to do and Danny had more respect for Jake than that one opinion of him.

“Hey” a females voice called from beside Danny. “Haven’t seen you round here before”.

“Just here for the night” Danny smiled kindly at her, a younger girl this time with natural curly hair like his own only in a lighter shade.

“Names Anna, what’s yours?”

“Hi, Danny” he replied just out of politeness, though he could already tell during their brief interaction that this poor girl was drunk off her ass. She was leaning her hip against the counter, but she was still swaying back and forth and her words were a bit slurred.

“Danny, nice to meet ya” she swayed forward again and placed her hand on his thigh just above the knee.

Danny sat up in the barstool and cleared his throat, ready to explain to the girl that he was not interested, but then he happened to look over her shoulder and see a man behind her making the most disgusting eyes at her.

He never saw himself as a martyr or a savior of any kind, but he immediately knew he could not leave and let her stay here while she was this inebriated and getting these nasty looks from other men.

“Nice to meet you Anna. Hey, can I ask you if you’re with anyone else here?”

“Nope! My bestie is out of town right now, so I came out to have some fun on my own!” She easily answered and removed her hand from Danny’s leg but only because she stumbled backwards into the man behind her.

Danny quickly stood up and grabbed her shoulders gently, switching places and letting her sit down instead. “Did you drive yourself here?”

“I did” she giggled and pulled out her keys from her front pocket, dangling them and giggling some more.

“Okay, I’m going to take these and get you home safely. Do you need to pay your bar tab or anything?”

“Hmm?” She looked confused at the bartenders still working like she couldn’t remember if she had a tab open or not until it hit her. “Oh! No, those guys over there were buying my drinks”. She pointed her finger and Danny’s eyes followed the direction of it to a group of men standing around a table, one of them being the one who was just with them. Yeah, he definitely had to help get her out of here.

“Let’s get you home now. Come on, show me where your car is”.

He placed his hand around her waist and walked her out the bar, burning up inside about how negligent the bartenders had been in not noticing how drunk this girl had gotten.

It took a few minutes of them walking around the small parking lot trying to find her car, Danny keeping her from tripping on the cracked asphalt until finally they’d reached it.

Once Danny turned out of the bar and onto the dark foreign street he realized he hadn’t really thought past this point. “Can you tell me your address?” He asked her as he drove around aimlessly, wondering how he was going to even get back to the motel from there. Maybe she had roommates and they’d graciously give him a ride after he got her back safely. He was trying to keep his hopes up.

Anna on the other hand didn’t respond, and he looked over to see she was already falling asleep in the seat. “Hey” he shook her shoulder gently and she batted her thick mascara covered eyelashes as she tried to regain some semblance of consciousness. “Your address, where do you live?”

Still no response from her, and it was getting later and later. Danny sighed as he looked down and saw she only had about a quarter of a tank of gas. He could not keep driving around in circles like this if either of them were going to get somewhere to sleep tonight. Deciding he had no other choice he squinted through the darkness and her dim headlights to try and remember his way back to the motel, thanking himself for being so attentive when he finally found it.

“Anna, I promise you are safe with me. Do you want to come in and lay down?” Danny asked gently after he opened the door and startled her back awake. She tried to take in her surroundings, but a sickness quickly came over her and Danny jumped back as she leaned out the car and threw up.

“I’m so sorry” she groaned once she was done emptying the contents of her stomach onto the ground.

“You’re okay, I’ll go get you some water but first let’s get you out of the car”.

Danny helped her out without letting her step in the mess and got her into the bathroom to wash up a bit before laying her down into the bed. Though the bed was big enough he knew he shouldn’t sleep with her. Even if she remembered he didn’t do anything with her when she woke up, for his own peace of mind he decided he’d sleep on the floor.

After she was back asleep Danny went to the office and asked for another pillow and blanket then purchased a couple of bottles of water and a small box of Advil. She would definitely need this in the morning and he probably would too after sleeping on the floor.

He tried not to think about how nasty the carpet in the room was as he laid down and closed his eyes. Sleeping right now seemed nearly impossible as thoughts rushed through his head of how in the hell he got into this situation. Jake hadn’t told him what the plan was for the morning, so before he laid down he’d set an alarm for early so he could get his new companion up and out of his room before Jake came knocking.

Sam certainly would kill him if he found out he spent the night in his room with some random girl from a podunk bar. Eventually it was the comfort of getting to see Sam again tomorrow that finally lulled Danny into a restless sleep.

#Greta van fic #Greta van smut #Greta van fleet #Danny Wagner #Sam Kiszka #sanny gvf

[secret-strawberry]

imagine working in the hospital with house but you're just a regular person and you're not harboring any secrets

*walks into the office 2 minutes late*

house: you're late

you: yeah sorry, i got caught in traffic :/ won't happen again !

house: interesting. not only did you apologize instead of pointing out that it was only by a measly 2 minutes, but you also felt the need to provide an explanation as to what you were doing. now either youre a crazy perfectionist and the traffic was so unexpected that it severely delayed you, you have a desparate need for no one to be mad at you, for some reason you want me to like you as your boss, which would make you an idiot because apologizing isnt going to have any influence in my liking or not liking of you, OR you're lying and you were really doing something else this morning that you don't want us to know about, which is why you overcompensated with the excuse-- or you were doing something late last night you don't want us to know about and you overslept. the way your tired eyes are looking at me right now makes it seem like you want me to shut up, so my bet is on that last one

you: um. n. it was just traffic

house: doubling down i see. we'll see how long y

#and then the rest of his residents would come up to you throughout the day like #'so... what were you really doing. it's ok you can tell me i won't tell house' #and you're like WHY ARE YOU PEOPLE ALL INSANE IT WAS LITERALLY TRAFFIC ???? #and then they go 'wow #defensive..... what is it did you catch your girlfriend cheating on you?' #this post is exaggerated for comedic effect but i still think it's true to how he feels the need to psychoanalyze everything #and how it's definitely rubbed off on his employees LOL #house md

[readingandwritingandreading]

The Day Before You ~ Part 7

My Blurb: Sorry for the delay in updating, it was a crazy week and weekend. My little man turned 4 so I have been in full time mommy mode! That’s also why this is just a short and sweet chapter. As always if you didn’t write it don’t post it anywhere. And if someone else is interested in being added to my lil tag list feel free to message me!

Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing. 

Summary: Forced into an awkward dance with a stranger at Sheamus’s wedding, Ridge doesn’t think he’ll ever see her again until she turns up at a show a few months later with Sheamus’s wife and he gets a second chance.

Pairing: Ridge Holland x OFC Lyssa Hutchinson

Warnings: None 

Tagging: @pioched @snarkandsarcasmftw @pikapuff-316  @rayna69​  @thebookwormcat

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I hummed to myself, pouring creamer into my cup while the coffee pot finished. I had woken up before Ridge, carefully extracting myself from his grip, before stealing a shirt out of his bag and throwing it on. I was tempted to wake him up to resume our activities from the night before but he looked so relaxed, sprawled out on my bed hugging my pillow since I had gotten up. The grumble in my stomach warned me the last thing I had eaten was cake so I headed to the kitchen instead. 

Stretching as the pot gurgled its last few drops, I grinned at the ache between my thighs. I had more than a few hickies and some suspiciously finger shaped bruises as well but I couldn’t bring myself to be upset about it. I’d lost count of orgasms. Probably should have realized a rugby player turned wrestler would have some stamina. I jumped when arms wrapped around my waist, relaxing immediately when Ridge pressed a kiss to my shoulder, treating me to a gravelly “good morning” in his gruff accent. 

“Your voice is sexy in the morning” I leaned back into his embrace, smiling up at him. 

“Your ass is sexy in my shirt.” he replied, pressing more kisses to my shoulder. I grinned in response, turning to wrap my arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. It started out innocently enough but turned heated when he picked me up to set me on the counter, spreading my legs to stand in between them.

He was shirtless but had pulled on his boxers and a pair of jeans. They were unbuttoned, probably when he realized I had stolen his shirt. I could feel him hardening against my core and I whimpered, coffee forgotten behind me on the counter and using my legs to pull him closer to me. My hands were running down his chest to take care of the jeans when I heard a knock followed by my door opening and my mothers voice filling the space. 

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“Lyssa! You weren’t answering your phone and we’re late for…” Lyssa’s mom trailed off when she saw us in the kitchen. There was an awkward moment where all three of us froze before Lyssa extracted herself from me and jumped down, standing in front of me, presumably to block my erection and I quickly buttoned my pants. 

“Mom! What are you doing here? Ridge put a shirt on!” I stifled a laugh as the last part was whispered in my direction. I was in front of a live audience wearing less clothing on a weekly basis. 

“You’re wearing it.” I whispered back to her before stretching my arm around her, hand extended to her mom. “Hi, I’m Ridge.” 

She recovered then, eyes switching from Lyssa’s blushing face to my outstretched hand. “I’m Catherine. Nice to meet you.” I nodded in agreement. Then she turned towards her daughter. “You were supposed to have lunch with me and your father. We called and texted you saying we were on our way but we didn’t hear a response. I thought you may have overslept so I told him I'd come grab you.” She didn’t look mad, more amused at the situation and Lyssa groaned, hand held to her head. 

“I’m sorry, mom, I completely forgot. The wedding was late and then…we got to bed late.” She recovered with a weak smile. 

I barely managed to suppress my chuckle. “I can head out and let you guys get going.” 

“You should join us! Christopher would love to meet you, he had so much fun talking to Isabella’s husband.” Her mum jumped in before I could move. I opened my mouth to reply, looking at Lyssa for guidance. We had made some huge steps in our relationship last night but we hadn’t talked about meeting each other's parents.

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I was a grown adult with a career and a car payment, but I felt like a teenager when my mom opened the door to find me and Ridge seconds from ripping our clothes off in my kitchen. He handled it smoothly while I could do nothing but stand there with my hand on my head. He was waiting for me to indicate whether I wanted him to join us and I knew he would take the blame himself if I shook my head. Making up some excuse about work or something. I smiled at him, pretty sure I had fallen a little harder for him.

He took that as his cue and answered my mom with a smile. “I’d be honored to join you.” 

“Great!” Mom smiled brightly, “I’ll let you two get dressed and meet you downstairs!” she headed out the door and I exhaled, resting my head against Ridge’s chest when he wrapped his arms around me. 

“Did I tell you my mom is competitive? Now her daughter is dating a wrestler just like her niece was. I can hear her telling their friends now.” I groaned. 

Ridge chuckled before replying, “I garnered from the wedding.” He pulled me towards my room. “I’m going to need that shirt back.” 

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“So how did you two meet?” Dad asked after the waitress had taken our order. We had followed them to the quiet little restaurant, my mom commenting on Ridge being a perfect gentleman the whole time. He opened the car door, helped me out of my coat and pulled out my chair. I shrugged and smiled, I didn't know how to tell her that he wasn’t doing it for their benefit, it was just who he was. Astaire had only done it when we were at a function where cameras might be watching. I couldn’t remember him ever agreeing to lunch at a small restaurant either, always trying to impress others with fancy reservations at expensive restaurants. 

“I work with Sheamus in WWE. He took me under his wing when I moved up to the main roster and we are in a stable together. I caught the garter at his wedding and Lyssa got forced to dance with me.” Ridge shrugged, grinning at me. 

“Oh, I remember that now!” Catherine cut in. “I don’t think she was forced…”

“Mom, you literally drug me onto the floor for the bouquet toss and then Isabella literally drug me over to meet Ridge.” I raised my eyebrow at her. “It worked out in my favor though,” I winked at Ridge, pressing my hand into his. 

The rest of the lunch went smoothly. Ridge told us about the upcoming world tour and entertained my dad with rugby stories, thankfully mom hadn’t mentioned what she walked into at  my apartment. Before leaving the restaurant she pulled me aside, “He seems really nice, Lyssa. You look happy but also…” she paused, staring at me for a minute, “you’re glowing, I guess is the best way to describe it.”  

I caught sight of Ridge shaking my dad’s hand before approaching us, “Ridge makes me happy and he makes me feel cared for.” I shrugged before giving her a hug and taking Ridge’s arm as he escorted me to the car. 

#ridge holland #ridge holland x ofc #the day before you #micole writes things now #ridge holland fic

[fadedletters]

"You know what 'fine' stands for? Fucked up, insecure, needy and emotional" ft. Kang Taehyun

Helloo!! So um... I wrote this fic like a long time ago and just about now I wanted it to see the light of the sun and the internet.

I got inspired by some prompts I’ve seen. Sadly I can not remember where I got them from. And I absolutely love the Fake Dating trope so it is fake dating. And since it is from a prompt well it doesn’t have a title. XD

Also, English is not my first language, and I have lost all my ability to write in it decently so bear with me please.

Hope you enjoy it.

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Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: BandMember!TaeHyun + UniversityStudent!F.Reader

Fake Dating and a Jimin cameo!

Warnings: None that I can think of, maybe just bad writing xd

Every morning when you leave your apartment you would always meet with Kang Taehyun since he lived above you. Every single one of the girls in your major were completely in love with him. He wasn’t bad at all in fact you would happily agree that he was indeed handsome but you didn’t find him interesting, actually you thought he was arrogant because since he moved to your building you tried to be friend with him,, or at least be nice to him, but he wouldn’t talked to you and have mostly ignored you. He and his friends were in a band which made them the most popular group on the campus, not only by the students but also by the professors because they were not only talented and attractive, they also excelled academically, which was unbearable because they were everywhere and everyone was talking about them. 

The situation got worse when people discovered you lived in the same building as Taehyun, your friends wanted to go to your place constantly and not even wanting to hang out with you, just waiting by the door for him. Even though you love your friends you were kinda tired of finding them at your door almost everyday so eventually your place was off limits.

You were late for your first class of the day  with one of the most demanding teachers, and not only that, you had an exam. As you walked up the stairs out of breath, inwardly cursing Kang Taehyun for coming up with the incredible idea of practicing with Kai all night for this new song leaving you this morning with that stupid melody stucked in your head and over sleeping, you pray the gods to try to delay the exam. But it was no use.

When you got to class, the exam had already started and even though you tried to ask your professor to please let you  take it, he wouldn't let you. So after 5 minutes of trying to convince him that you weren't late for his class because you didn't care about the history of FORD, you had to leave before you lost any chance of him feeling sorry for you and that's when you saw Kang Tae Hyun entering the class and giving you a look that you didn't know how to interpret. He started talking animatedly with the teacher, almost ignoring you completely, which only started to make your blood run cold since after all it was his fault that you overslept and were late for the exam. But just as you were about to leave the class, the professor called you in and indicated that you could take the exam at the next scheduled time in two hours. 

With your pride hurt you had to leave class and study in the library until it was time to go to make up for your morning exam, which you suspected that the change of decision from the teacher was due to Kang Taehyun. You weren’t happy about it.

It was no surprise that in the classroom Taehyun and his friends were sitting at the back of the class, so you couldn't avoid their gaze when you entered the classroom. In order to avoid falling asleep during class for the rest of the day you took three Ice Americano, but now that the adrenaline of the day was wearing off and all that those Ice Americano did was give you an unbearable headache in the middle of your exam. For a few minutes you could stand it, but after a while the pain only intensified making it impossible for you to concentrate on even the simplest questions.

When the exam ended you felt like dying, you grabbed your stuff and before Taehyung realized you were already on your way home. On the way back home you stopped at a pharmacy since the pain was growing and starting to feel unbearable.

“It seems you're having a rough day” said the boy at the counter. The name in his tag said Park Jimin. “It’ll be better if you wait for a moment till the medicine takes effect.”

Since you didn't have the strength to say no, you just let yourself go and sat by the window watching the people go by waiting for the headache slowly disappearing. You stayed for about an hour in the pharmacy chatting with Jimin. He graduated not long ago and had recently started working in his grandfather's pharmacy, because he was quite friendly while you were waiting for the pill to take effect. The pain was gone quickly. He sent you home with some ramen for you to prepare if you were hungry, but on the condition that you came home straight to sleep so you wouldn't get sick.

When you arrived home Kang Taehyun was at the door talking to a girl, with his drumsticks in one hand and his backpack in the other, he was probably coming back from practicing with his friends, you couldn't care less. Ignoring him completely you hurried down the steps and when you were about to enter the building you heard your name. 

"Y/n" 

You turned around and saw Taehyun with a smile on his face. 

"Why didn't you tell me you were already coming?"

The confusion on your face must have been completely visible because he just laughs sweetly, as if he thinks that with that confused face you look adorable. Which wasn't completely untrue. He did think you were cute.

"Did you already forget about our date today?" he walked over to you and took the bag of ramen that Jimin gave you. "You brought ramen and my favorite."

The girl who was talking with him was about to poke a hole in your face from how hard she was looking at you. What was wrong with Taehyun? Before you could say anything, and as if sensing it Taehyun turned to the girl.

"Sorry Minsoo, but like I told you I have an evening planned with my girlfriend." He said, passing a hand on your shoulders and entering the building.

Once inside you let go of his grip and grabbed the bag of ramen.

"What's wrong with you?" you asked looking into his eyes.

"Minsoo hasn't left me alone for a week now, didn't you notice that she comes every day after my training?"

You had actually seen the girl a couple of times from the window in the evenings, but you didn't know which training Tae Hyun was referring to. 

"Somehow she found out I have box training until 9 p.m., so he's been coming every day at that time. It's becoming annoying."

Just like the time my friends waited for this man and your door every day for almost a month, you thought and tried not to laugh at the irony. You were chatting as you walked up the stairs to your floor. Once you arrived, you stopped in front of him raising an eyebrow.

"And what do I have to do with that?" 

"I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend." Your eyes immediately widened, this guy must be crazy. "It'll only be three months until she goes back to the States."

You let out a laugh. "No, I don't plan on getting involved in your problems, why would I? I have enough to do with the girls who are always asking me about you."

You turn around entering your door code.

"I'll help you with Mr. Choi."

Tempting. Remember the teacher from the morning? The one who let you beg for a chance at the exam?  He was pretty well known on campus for being incredibly special and mostly for making his exams unnecessarily complicated, not to mention that it was nearly impossible to pass with him the first time you took any course with him. But there was something about Kang Taehyun and his friends that Mr. Choi adored, and now more than ever you needed help because you were sure he would make your life miserable for the rest of the semester. 

Since you didn't say anything for a while as you considered the possibilities, Taehyun continued.

"This morning I was the one who asked him if you could give your exam on the following schedule."

You immediately turned around.

"Why did you do that?" 

"You were out late today and you never go out late. I felt bad because we made quite a bit of noise last night."

"Yes, you made quite a lot of noise last night. Don't you know that other people live here Taehyun?"

You answered almost immediately, trying to hide your surprise that the boy paid attention to your schedule.

"Sorry, Kai's roommate has graduated and since he can't afford to pay for the apartment anymore he just came here for a while."

Now you understood why there was more noise than usual in the apartment upstairs, 2/5 of the gang were living together. And not only that, but the younger members of the gang.

"It will only be three months YN." He insists again. "Kai and I will keep quiet at night so you can study and rest. And I'll help you with Mr. Choi."

"I'll think about it." You say finally closing the door.

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The next class with Mr. Choi, it seems like any of his other classes. Normally with an absence like yours he would have launched into an hour-long speech about the irresponsibility of some students and how they don't take college classes or their teachers seriously. But that morning you continued your classes as if nothing had happened. 

When he finished and everyone was leaving he asked you to come over.

"Are you better now Miss YN?" He said with some concern in his voice. "Mr. Taehyun explained it to me on Monday morning. Thank you so much for supporting him in his band practice, you must be very proud because your boyfriend's band will represent us in the national competition."

With some confusion you nodded. Damn Taehyun, since when was he making up that you guys were dating? 

"Yes, they are practicing every night." You said with a forced smile, not completely untrue anyway since the maknaes were making too much noise every night, most likely practicing..

"Keep supporting them and don't worry too much about the exam."

You thanked him and with the same ones walked towards the Communication building where you knew the band was waiting for Soobin to go practice. As you expected they were all there. 

"Kang Tae Hyun." You said raising your voice.

He turned around when he heard his name and when he realized it was you he couldn't help but smile. 

"Since when did you go around making up that we're dating?" You say when he stops in front of you. 

"Where do you get that from?"

"Mr. Choi."

"Oh..." He says looking up. "I had to tell him that so you could give your exam on our schedule, otherwise he wouldn't have agreed to it."

"Well, I didn't ask you to do that." 

"Yes, but you were able to give the exam, right? Plus today he didn’t complain in class in front of everyone." 

You kept quiet, because it was true. What Taehyun had told your teacher had worked.

"So... will you agree to be my fake girlfriend until the end of the semester?"

"Only three months?"

"Only three months." He said raising his hand as if he was making an oath. "Then you'll be free."

"Fine. Pick me up at four."

Taehyun nods with a smile as he returns to his friends.

"Are you sure it will work Beomgyu hyung?" Tae says to his friend when he reaches his side.

"It's the best possible way." Beomgyu assures.

"I don't know..." Soobin said watching you walk away. "I think you've seen too many movies, Beomgyu."

"Well, it can only end in two ways." said Yeonjun getting up from the benches. "She might hate you or she might end up falling in love with you."

"Either way it's about time you did something Taehyun." Kai also got up from the pews. "Every morning you walk around glued to the window waiting for YN to leave for her classes."

"Why haven't you talked to her until now?" asked Soobin. "You've literally had a million chances."

"That's why YN hates you. You are always ignoring her" Beomgyu said. "You've been in love with her since you moved into that building and not once have you spoken to her."

***

At 4 o'clock Tae Hyun was at the door of your class waiting for you, you walked home together and he waited for you to enter your apartment before going up to his. After that day everyone at the university went crazy. How long have you been dating? How was it possible that Kang Taehyun had a girlfriend? Did the other guys have a girlfriend too?

Although the questions about what Taehyun was like were over, the questions about what the rest of the band was like were just beginning. There were even girls who tried to be friends with you so they could meet the rest of the guys. It seemed like you were dating an idol.

At first, pretending to be in a relationship with your least favorite person was constantly being aware of everything, but gradually it stopped being a big deal and you started to feel less lonely. Tae would pick you up after school when his classes ended earlier, sometimes you had lunch with the whole band and once in a while you had accompanied them to practice or to a concert nearby. You even began to like the music they played and used to stay with the tune for days on end.

Taehyun was not as arrogant as he seemed; on the contrary, he was quite kind and attentive. He only looked serious and threatening on the outside, inside he was just as or maybe even more mischievous than Kai and Beomgyu. The girl, Min Soo had not shown up at his place again after a week of constantly going around and confirming that you guys were dating, which was not too complicated because you would just sneak into your apartment once you both entered the building.

That's how two months went by, you were no longer left watching TV alone at home because sometimes the guys would come over. Yeonjun declared himself an official fan of your butter cookies, Kai and Beomgyu were always looking for you to help them with some homework they didn't understand and you and Soobin could talk tirelessly about series and movies. 

***

Final exam week again. This time you were feeling more confident, you were in a good mood all the time and with the help of the guys you had been able to study for all your exams without any setbacks (since they were now going to practice at the seniors' house instead of at Taehyun's so you could study in silence). But not everything could be ideal, right? And just when you thought you would finish the semester peacefully, everything fell apart. 

One of your teachers of the one class you had with the boys decided that the final grade would be a group research. Although you were hoping that she would allow the class to organize their own groups, it was the opposite. The teacher organized groups randomly and clearly specified that he would not allow only one participant to do the work.

You took it well, the group you got didn't seem too bad. There were three sunbaenims, two classmates from your course and the girl who always sat quietly in front throughout the semester.  But as soon as you started handing out the paper topics everyone went on with their stuff.

For the rest of the week you heard no news from them, even though you texted them on the phone countless times. 

"You should tell the teacher." Tae said once you were returning from class. "Those Sunbaenims have never done a single assignment, so you can put it together with the girls and Jisoo." 

"Jisoo?" you asked in confusion.

"The quiet girl who always sits in front of the classes." Tae said as if everyone knew who the girl was.

"Do you know her name?" 

"Sure, she introduced herself when classes started, don't you remember?"

No, you didn't remember and you were certain that no one did, not even the teacher. Kang Taehyun was really considerate.

But you couldn't even contact her, every time you did she gave an excuse and cut you off. Two days before the presentation you spent the whole morning in the library trying to make progress with the group work alone. Sometimes Taehyun and Kai accompany you. One morning after telling the group that you would take them all out, you received a call from one of the Sunbaenims.

"YN..."

"Sunbaenim, where are you? I've been trying to reach you for days."

"Yeah... regarding that. We won't be able to get there, but you will help us with the presentation right?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come on YN, be good and help us. You know we're close to repeating the semester and if the professor pulls us it'll be because of this course and it'll be your fault."

"My fault? ...." You felt the weight on your shoulders increase, because you didn't want to be the one to blame for them repeating the semester. "Okay."

On the day of the presentation, you summoned the group to the library to give them their part of the presentation and have them prepare so that it didn't look like only one had done the work. During the presentation it was more than obvious that your teammates knew nothing, your cheeks were tinged pink when the teacher asked them to stop your presentation and started asking some random questions to the team. No one but you knew how to answer and the teacher did not hesitate to scold them in front of the whole class.

You were happy that Taehyung and the boys were at the Music Building practicing because it was truly embarrassing and frustrating. After class you followed the teacher to her office to explain your situation, but she would not listen to reason. Leaving her office, a friend texted you that they had lost the original file of one of your team reports and that they had to redo it, due in two days. And as you were leaving the university, you received a text from your building saying that you would not have power for the rest of the day because they had to do maintenance.

Frustration stung your eyes, what seemed like it was going to be a good end of the semester was turning into the worst scenario. And to that you had to add the fact that you were starting to really like Taehyun, because you knew he didn't feel the same way since he often kept his distance and was very quiet, in less than a month, the two of you would be history and you would be the one who would have to try to forget this fake relationship when he was only about 24 stairs away. Anyway you tried to look for Taehyun in the studio they had at the Music Building for practice, because he was the best at comforting people. 

"How long do you plan to keep this up?" you heard Yeonjun's voice from the other side of the door before you could enter. "Do you even know how YN feels?"

"I know, but it's going to be over anyway." Tae said

"You should have stopped when Minsoo went back to America." Soobin, just like Yeonjun, had some anger in his voice.

"Min Soo wasn't going back this month?" Kai asked.

"No, Taehyun just said that to be with YN longer," Beomgyu said. "Remember the bet was a minimum of 3?"

"Try something with YN minimum for three months." Kai said. "I know, but the fake relationship thing was your idea Hyung, I didn't think it would last that long."

"Anyway, you have to do something, Tae." Yeonjun repeated.

You couldn't listen anymore. You turned around and went back to your apartment. 

"You can't just stay forever in a fake relationship." Yeonjun continued. "It's obvious that she's interested in you too."

"That's right, she always gives you the biggest cookies." Beomgyu claimed. "Tell me if that's not love."

"And she stays up late waiting for you to come home." Soobin said.

"I like her, you should have talked to her a long time ago." Said Kai 

"Okay, okay." Said Taehyun, tired of listening to his friends. "I'll talk to her after she finish the presentation with Ms. Min."

"Oh didn't you hear?" Yeonjun said.

Taehyun tilted his head and Yeonjun continued.

"Ms. Min scolded YN and her whole group in class today. For a chance, those Sunbaenims didn't even study the form YN handed them yesterday." 

"Woa, I hope YN is okay. Ms. Min can be scarier than Mr. Choi" Soobin said, feigning a shiver.

That was enough for Tae to leave the studio straight home, but not before stopping by the pharmacy because he knew that YN had severe headaches when she was very stressed. 

"Hyung. Do you have anything for a headache?" he asked after walking into the pharmacy.

"Oh, hi Taehyun," Jimin said when she saw him entering. "Looks like you're all in finals, because you're like the fifth person to come in asking for something for a headache."

"It's for a friend."

"Ah, your girlfriend? YN?"

"Yes, her." Said Tae, a little confused " How do you know she's my girlfriend?"

"You lovebirds always go to and from college together. I haven't seen such a lovely couple  since I started working here."

Could it be true that you also liked Tae? Even Jimin Hyung seemed to have noticed it. Maybe it was time to do something. Yeonjun was right, he couldn't keep you in a fake relationship any longer just hoping that one day you would develop feelings for him. He had to do something. 

So he made the decision that once the exams were over he would tell you the truth. But first he had to go to your apartment to check that you were okay.

The sound of the doorbell triggered more lightning in your head, accentuating the pain you were already in. Through the peephole you saw that it was Tae outside.

"What's wrong?" You said opening the door, not wanting to complain or say anything about what you had heard hours before as the pain was bad enough.

"How are you feeling YN?" Tae asked.

Your eyes filled with tears, you were in pain, sad and kinda in love with Taehyung even though it was just a stupid bet with his friends. But you couldn't help it, there he was at your door with a worried look. You were mad at him and hurt.

"Fine." Was all you said expecting that was enough for him to go.

"Seriously YN is everything okay?" he insisted.

"Everything is fine" You said once more and tried to close the door but he stopped it with one hand.

"You know what fine stands for? Fucked up, insecure, needy and emotional." He said looking you in the eyes and all you wanted to do was hide under a rock. "You think I don't know you YN?, that I don't know when you're about to cry?"

"What are you talking about?" you tried to say but your voice cracked at the end..

"I know what happened with Ms. Min. And you didn't deserve to be humiliated in front of the whole class. I'm sorry I wasn't there." He said as his gaze softened and yours grew moist.

"Don't pretend like you care, we were never even remotely real anyway." 

Taehyun ran his hands through his hair a little frustrated because even though he knew it wasn't how he wanted to confess, he had to do it so you wouldn't keep thinking he didn't care about you.

"I've liked you ever since I moved into the building and you showed up at my door with your butter cookies, how could I not notice when you feel bad?"

Your gaze couldn't take off from him after saying those words, and it seemed like the fever you had made you hear things. Was Kang Taehyun in love with you for over a year?

"You haven't even taken something for your headache. Come on, I'll make you some tea." He says as he takes a step further to your apartment.

You didn't protest and let him come into your apartment and prepare the tea. When he finished, he put it in front of you and after a few minutes without saying anything he started.

"How can you imply that I don't care about you?" He said a little worried as he didn't want you to think that, when all he had done this time was taking care of you. 

"I thought you hated me." You said after a short silence. "All this time you just ignored me. So I started to hate you too."

"I was panicking just at the idea of talking to you, you seemed so cool that I felt intimidated." Tae said. "Beomgyu hyung convinced me to set up that whole fake relationship thing so I could have a chance to talk to you."

You look at him tilting your head.

"Something that clearly didn't work out because we always hung out with the guys." He said with a somewhat sheepish sideways smile. "Kai was convinced you liked me too and just wanted to check that it wasn't true."

"It wasn't true." You said with a laugh, the headache was quickly subsiding. "That was the bet they were talking about today in the studio?"

Tae makes a gesture with his face, surprised.

"You went to the studio today after classes?" When you nodded, he understood that you had overheard part of their conversation. "Yes, Kai bet with me that you liked me and I said no. And to check it out Beomgyu hyung had this great idea that we pretended to be a couple for at least three months so that I would know whether you liked me or not." He laughed a little embarrassed.

"Looks like you won the bet." You said with a smile. "I didn't like you at first, like I told you. I thought you hated me so I started hating you too. Remember that month my friends came over every day hoping to see you?"

"You seemed really uncomfortable, after a week I couldn't stop hiding in my apartment and went with Soobin Hyung, but his hedgehog is really scary."

You laugh, his hedgehog was really scary.

"You left home so they would stop coming?" you asked.

"Yes, I knew it made you uncomfortable."

You smiled, how had you not realized Taehyun's true personality? He was really considerate, kind and incredibly talented, but most of all he always knew how to lift your spirits. Even at that moment, he was revealing the truth of his fake relationship and confessing that he liked you since he moved in.

"So... Should we go for ice cream with the money you earned Kai?" you asked with a smile. 

Maybe now you two could actually spend time alone and start a real relationship.

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#txt #txt au #txt fanfic #txt fluff #txt imagines #txt taehyun #txt x reader #txt beomgyu #txt huening kai #txt fic #txt soobin #txt yeonjun #tomorrow by together #moa x together #moa

[mrhunnabber]

Momo Yaoyurozu x Fem OC

Author-kun🥸~ I'm really bored rn and decided I'd give writing a try, please note this is my first time writing so have your expectations lower than Mineta's rizz.

Chaotic shuffling and thrashing eminated from Khalil's bedroom, she was extremely late, her room becoming more of a disorderly mess as she scampered through it frantically, items knocking to the carpeted floor as she grasped at toiletries rushing off to the bathroom

30 minutes to get to class depleting seemingly quick, and time does favours does for no one. Having accidentally delayed one too many alarms she now had to prepare and arrive to school within that minimal timeframe

Maybe she'd be less anxious, making her more presice with her erratic actions if she wasn't on her last strike.

Aizawa had warned her if she were late to his class another time she'd face unspeakable repercussions, and knowing her professor she didn't dare think of what grueling punishment she'd go through

Hopping about as she fought to pull up her uniform trousers and buckling her belt before she grabs her bag stuffing it with books and stationery. Having everything she assumes she needs, she struggled to find only one thing

"Shit! where the hell are my keys!?" She murmured out of breath, with a shaky grasp on her phone, the screen displayed it was now 09:26

Fuck this

Having attained her hero licence, students still aren't permitted to use their quirks outside of Patrol, Highschool or University but she didn't have much of a choice right now

She cracked open her bedroom window, the cool breeze brushing against her hot skin,

"Well here goes nothing"

Swan diving out of her 2 story household, she leaps, landing onto the neighbours roof

"Hey!!" She hears her elderly neighbour screech at her from her well kept garden, waving an irritated fist clutching tightly onto pruning shears at the girl

"Sorry, Mrs Silverton.." she apologized shortly, before leaping off another roof, her wings manifesting as she swiftly glides her way to UA

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"Bro, where's Khalil?" Hanta asked his classmates as he took his seat "Beats me, probably overslept again" Denki accurately theorised, his chair squeaking as he turned it side to side, hands leisurely cupping the back of his head

"What if she's not feeling well.." said a genuinely concerned Momo, who kept glancing at the empty stool next to her "Momo, she does this every time and remember how Aizawa threatened her" Mina scoffed in amusement "I wonder what her punishment will be" snickered Kyouka along

And on cue their professor strolled in with his usual indolent features, a quick glance up at the seats he could immediately identify Hayashi hadn't arrived yet, again.

Suddenly the door swung open to reveal a heavily panting Khalil, her chest rose and fell heavily attempting to suck up as much air as possible to ease her boiling lungs, her dark skin glistening, moist from the beads of sweat the rolled down her sharp jaw, her dreadlocks an unruly mess and her appearance deshevled.

The bell rang that instant, she calmly drew another deep breath, dusting off her uniform white shirt

"You're running on thin ice, Hayashi" Aizawa addressed, as the girl stretched "Deepest apologies, Sir. But I'm actually on time, perfectly, on time" she stated, voice laced with confidence "Just go sit down" muttered shaking his head in defeat, fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he did so

She was one of the most hard headed pupils he'd ever had both the pleasure and dismay of teaching.

When she put her mind to it, she excelled way past his expectations and was one of the top students, so the only real reason he isn't snapping at her for being playful is because she was very intelligent and determined, but that didn't always excuse her lazy tendencies.

She waltz past Aizawa cockily, revelling in the fact she made it just in time as she fixed up her appearance on her way to her seat

Walking up a few stairs she got dapped up by Hanta who was impressed at the girls arrival.

"Ugh" Aizawa sighed before starting today's lesson "Morning students" his monotone voice rung through the quiet auditorium

~

As the girl dropped down and slouched back into her chair a certain girl was not amused by her antics

"Khalil, you know you could've been late and gotten into a lot of trouble" Momo murmured in a hushed tone, "Don't worry about it, doll, in the end I made it, didn't I?" She responded as she sat straight, her body slightly turned to face Momo.

"Luckily so, you have to stop being so careless" her voice was firm and slightly irritated she wasn't taking her seriously "Sure thing, princess. I swear I'm gonna be a changed Man starting tomorrow" she winked as she did a salute, the girl rolling her eyes, not amused.

"You quite literally said that yesterday" Momo wasn't buying it "Ah, but I did change just not for the better" She looked forward after giving her a cheeky smirk

Momo rolled her eyes, her gaze finding her teachers form pacing slightly as he explained today's lesson which she should've been paying attention to instead of prattling aimlessly with Khalil

Momo glanced at Khalil yet again, fixated on how her long inked fingers raked through her hair brushing it back, giving her a pleasing view of her side profile. Her breathing was now becoming steady as her attention was fully fixated on their professor, she rolled her sleeves up like usual, her tattooed forearms coming into to view, getting special attention of their own

The black haired girls leering slowly moved back up to her face, just for her own face to flush in warmth, painting her cheeks a bright pink hue when her gaze locked with Khalil who had been fully aware of her checking her out, a sly grin tugged at her two toned lips, the girl not prepared for any snarky remarks quickly looked forward.

Just as she found her composure, it shattered when she felt her hand brush against her thigh, pinky inviting it's under her skirt

Heat crept up her throat as her head snapped to Khalil, who wasn't even facing her, thankfully so, "Wh-wha-" Momo stuttered "Can you lend me a pen? I forgot mine" She faced the beat faced girl, her smirk growing "Are you serious? N-no, you still haven't returned the last 4"

She gasped under her breath when the grip on her thigh tightened, sliding a little further up causing butterflies to erupt in her belly

"Please?" She put on faux innocence, her pink bottom lip pursing slightly "Fine" she caved, quickly handed her the pen, swatting her hand off her thigh

"Appreciate it, doll" she winked again, facing forward and beginning to scribble down notes along with Mr Aizawa

Momo huffed a breath of relief, her tight chest loosened as she did the same, trying to distract her mind from the lingering sensation of where her hand once was, the thought making her thighs slightly clench.

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Meme for your troubles~🥸

#Spotify #bnha #mha x oc #poc ocs #bnha wlw zine #mha #momo yaoyaruzo #momo yaoyurozu x fem oc #momo x poc oc

[tirayuanshen]

Hello! This is just me asking for your spoiler-filled thoughts after finishing Sumeru's Archon quest because I saw you finished and I have so many feelings myself and would love to read yours.

HI SORRY FOR THE DELAY LETS GO (SPOILER WARNING)

Sumeru's quest was SUCH a step up from the past archon quests. In act 2, I loved how you actually felt the emotions of the traveler as they were stuck in the samsara (I remember very clearly how, when Paimon told Dunyarzad "sorry we overslept", I was like "that's not gonna leave a great impression since you guys had the same reason yesterday 😭" until everything started happening exactly the same and I was like. hold tf up. And then the whole mystery of what's going on was very immersive too, with all the reasoning steps taken to figure out the truth - like my mental gears were actually turning along with the traveler trying to figure it out, though of course the truth was way beyond what I could imagine. Nilou's dance scene was gorgeous, and Dunyarzad was one really great NPC that I genuinely liked.

3.1 had some really cool parts that I love to go back to - the cutscene talking about Deshret and Rukkhadevata (it's quite sad to see that Kasala tells the desert-dwellers to not forget of what Rukkha did for the desert, yet in the end, they did :'( ) and SCARAMOUCHE'S BACKSTORY ANIMATION!! oh my god that was the key that turned me from being "eh he's alright. a bit extra perhaps. interesting bits of backstory so far" into "I would bark for you, king". His CN VA did a really great analysis of that video that stated his interpretation - the "second betrayal" is a mockery of the friends and family that he doesn't have, and "third betrayal" is actually his bitterness that he couldn't do anything for the kid, and all of that just solidified into an anger since nothing ever turns out happily for him. For someone who's not quite human, his characterization is so human in a painful way that displays all of humanity's ups and extreme downs. Scaramouche is just such a fascinating character.

3.2 ARCHON QUEST!! Such a good finale omfg. The best parts, for me, were any moments with either Nahida or Scaramouche (or both). The way i was like simping when the illusion of Scara spoke to the traveler? His lofty, "godly" tone was like... aw you're so into the role that it's almost cute haha.

When we went to break Nahida out of her locked consciousness and you hear her talking to herself about all her efforts being met with disdain and abandonment, and her voice was so heartbroken and choked that my heart shattered into a million pieces... and also the traveler spoke!! Definitely worth remembering.

Scara boss fight(s). God. For one, his battle themes SLAP. Two, voice acting was so key here, and I think the CN VA was phenomenal - while in the mecha, he still has that lofty, deliberate voice of a "god" - but when he's defeated, you can hear the panic and desperation hitting him like a sledgehammer. The change in tone is just that audible. Honestly that scene where he lost the gnosis made me feel so bad for him 😭😭 he's usually so arrogant and temperamental but this thing, the reason why he even exists, has such a hold over him. His expressions were also heartbreaking 😭

But the angst doesn't end, because there was the Nahida and Rukkhadevata scene and the tears were POURING down my face because, again, the voice acting was great (you could hear Nahida's voice getting higher and airy from tears) and also the expressions, I think it's the first time we've had such realistic intense crying in the game. Rukkha is someone we've only known for a single scene, yet it was enough for me to feel really sad that the entire world would forget her and her benevolence. Zhongli's line "Those who come to witness will witness, those who are born to remember will remember" hits real different here.

in summary, i love the gods of sumeru that we met in this quest (i count scara in this category)

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[sushivisa]

Personal headcanon for (my) coaster character’s logic on closing times

Because I must ramble somewhere and google docs wont cut it today lads.

WARNING long ass post I’m sorry

But I was thinking, People with coaster characters would often have some protocol for characters they make when the coaster doesn’t exist anymore. Some i seen form some counsel of fallen rides to help the other rides in whatever efforts one would need to. Others go into retirement, where they stop being ride spirits and live normal lives amongst the human race (usually). Some are killed off and others just ignore the fact the coaster hasn’t existed in several years all together for one reason or another.

So, questions for me to answer...

A) What happens to my characters when a ride no longer exists?

I was pretty quick to answer this ages ago with “They are dead (unless I have some stupid reason why they aren't dead that is entirely separate from the status of said ride and more into the original character aspect of it).” Or at least, that was what I would assume with a ride that has been dismantled.

But I was thinking about the recent events regarding El Toro in Six Flags Great America and realized my second question I should answer.

B) If a ride isn’t dismantled completely but isn’t operating at the moment, what does that mean for the character?

Perhaps it may be easier to say “Nothing per say has to happen. Things only happen when a ride opens and when a ride ends for good,’ but as soon as I thought this question my brain got to work on another answer so here we are...

So for every day the ride is operating, compare it to a work day (I myself have to still go into specifics on what rides do for the park outside of “protection of the park” but that's for another time). The ride is doing it’s expected thing and so is the character. They are both working. Everything is normal, fine and dandy (physically anyways. I can do whatever I want to with them mentally). Simple enough.

And like a work day, the shift eventually ends and one is able to clock out. When a park closes its doors for the night, the “shift” ends. They can now do whatever the hell they want with their lives. Maybe they are more tired and have more of an inclination to sleep, but that may depend on the state of the ride, theming of the ride (+ personal interpretations of theming), and whatever the hell I as the creator wanna do to them during that time. However, closing time doesn’t mean a decline in health because, like the work day, it too is normal. It’s doing the expected thing of the ride, which is not being active at night.

Basically, a ride going by it’s expected schedule means nothing too out of the extraordinary is happening with the character

Same goes for any special holidays or off seasons. Those are booked into the calendar, so a ride “standing but not operating” during those times still means everything is fine to the character that are inspired by the rides, because the ride is.

Now....what if the ride isn’t working correctly WHILE the park is opened?

Starting with the least severe case....delays in opening. Delays that aren’t note worthy.

It’s exactly like if one was late to work. I have not dropped the job allegories sue me. If you are late to work once because you overslept and traffic was bad, it may worry you, the employees or the manager for a small period of time but chances are you wont be remembering this isolated incident (unless the reason you were late to work in itself was noteworthy). However, if this is a pattern it may begin to worry you or the employees. Same exact thing for rides. If they are late to open it may bug whoever wants to ride it but it won’t be something they remember for the rest of their lives, unless either the reason it is delayed is noteworthy or it happens so often it’s apart of the ride’s reputation. And if it is a pattern, something’s probably wrong over there. It’s a very small chance it’s anything (directly) (immediately) life threatening, though.

So what if the ride experiences a small issue that closes the ride for just a moment in the middle of the day? For example, someone puked on the ride so it may take a few minutes to clean that up, or the winds are a bit strong for that time. It is most certainly opening again, though. AKA: Delays.

....that just means the ride needs a break. Maybe THEY puked and need to get that sorted. Who knows. But they are probably going to get back to work soon.

And if the ride has to close early? Perhaps it malfunctioned and maybe an incident happened that will get cleared up by tomorrow. That just means the Character has to leave early. For example, the workday ended early for Batman: The Ride at Six Flags Over Georgia when these two incidents happened (tw: death, decapitation). However, Batman: The Ride is alright to continue on the next day as usual. Same goes for if it begins to rain at the park; everyone’s workdays are ended early. Think of it like you would any weather emergency.

The ride has to stay open for longer for some reason? The character experiences overtime. 

All of this under the assumption that after the issue is resolved (relatively soon), things will go back to their regular scheduled programming.

.....So what if it doesn’t?

What if it DOESN’T go back to it’s scheduled programming the next day? What if there IS something wrong?

Using the work analogy once again, these are off days. Sick days, Maternity leave, Emergency, Vacation Day...There are technically an unlimited number of these days in the coaster universe but after a certain time one must be at least a BIT concerned. 

Basically, if the ride won’t be opened for an extended period of time but is a) planned to reopen sometime, b) otherwise never state the ride is shutting down permanently and c) actually reopens eventually, something is going on with the ride character and I can decide what. Did they lose their possessions? Are they so busy with a side project they don’t focus on.....ride work? We going with that? Ok cool. Are they sick, physically or mentally, or did they get injured? Have they been arrested by the police? This may be influenced by the context of what closed the ride down for the period of time or by whatever I feel like fits the character or story I may be trying to tell. 

Note: If a police investigation is involved in the irl incident, it probably is in the coaster-verse too. Not a rule but it does happen frequently.

The longer a ride remains closed but not officially shut down permanently, the worse the scenario may be. It could be terminal illness, or depression got so bad one can’t get out of bed, or they have been jailed, or perhaps they just haven’t bothered to “show up” anymore. 

So some examples~

Nemesis at Alton Towers is getting refurbished most likely during the 2023 season, in which Nemesis will be Out of Commission. However, assuming the refurbishing is done by the 2024 season, Nemesis the character is here to stay. This could be taken in story as, say, a surgery being done + the recovery season.

After the Smiler Crash in 2015 (tw amputations), Alton Towers legally couldn’t reopen the smiler until they got their shit together. The character at this time was probably arrested and serving time (which to be honest this guy needs jail time eventually have you SEEN the Smiler lore?!)

Calling back to the El Toro Incident, it could be taken as either “El Toro got sick in the 2021 incident, thought they were better, and then got sick again” or “this motherfucker is being investigated hard by police right now.” 

And maybe, if they haven’t shown up in a while, or if they are running but aren't worth maintenance costs, or if something so bad happens they have no other choice....

There are two options that are independent of the ride itself and mostly dependent on the character or story.

They either

A) Were “fired”/”Quit”/Otherwise lost their “job.” Why they did and what they do afterwards may vary, but basically this character isn’t the park’s issue anymore

or (sometimes and)

B) They died. How they did may vary. Though they are, in a sense still alive because the ride is up (soooo... undead...)

And for dismantlement.....certain death sentence. If it wasn't official it is now. But that’s what I already said at the start. Doesn’t matter if this happens in off season.

So now some Funky Exceptions because this still doesn’t cover everything.

Alton Towers is cryptic as hell and Duel: The Haunted House Strikes Back had this much to say on it’s operation. Because it is unknown what the hell is happening to duel at this time, it is also unknown where the hell Duel is in the canon storyline of whatever the hell im doing with my life at this point, Though I’m personally going for “Duel had something feeding onto him and wants to take over his body which may render him unable to shoot his laser guns.” The result on this physically? Who knows. The result on him mentally though is tremendous.

What if a ride is taken down and put back up again? I know Enterprise at Alton Towers does this a lot (can you tell I like Alton Towers yet?) which means I can now add in necromancy, frankenstein-ing and other shit like that to my coaster characters! Yes, Dr. X (The name for my (Alton Towers) Enterprise Character) disassembles himself like a Roblox character and then reassembles himself, what of it?

Though on the note of Enterprise, apparently there are markings around the ride. Some people say it will make room for another ride, others say Enterprise is just going to be moved. Speaking of, What the hell does it mean if one is disassembled to move elsewhere in the park? ...They moved stations. Or moved parks, which is the equivalent of moving to another location for the same “job.” 

But what if it is rethemed? Character development. Perhaps it is still doing its job alongside, though if not then perhaps the character development was a bit much.

What the hell is up with Six Flags New Orleans, or in other words, what happens if the PARK closes? They are out of a job then! Laid off! Well that is depending on how it closed. If the park just closed and it’s standing there abandoned then the ride spirits already left, died or are stuck in decay and illness, sometimes to the point they might as well be dead. If it is sold to another company then what happens depends on what the company does to the preexisting rides, though no harm to the spirits themselves. And as for cases like Six Flags New Orleans, where the damn thing got destroyed by Hurricane Katrina.....yeah no they all got injured, complete with failing recovery efforts. Mega Zeph and the co. that are still there are practically withering corpses. Perhaps zombies maybe?

And idk how to end this tbh. You are fucking insane if you made it to the end of this.

TLDR; Being a ride spirit s a job and if you are not on schedule there is a problem. 

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