#why did he not put it in a doctors bag? or around his neck? how in the possible world would IN YOUR HAT be the best available option????

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There's a 100% Chance I'm Gonna Marry You | Spencer Reid

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: The team doesn’t even know of her existence but when Spencer can’t get a hold of her, he gets worried. Now he has no other choice than to tell his coworker about her.

Warnings: worry, guns, kicking down doors, mention of Maeve & Haley's death, fluff!

Author's note: I kinda love this like a lot???

Words: 3.4K

Spencer was happy. Considering the things he had gone through in the past ten years, no one had expected him to ever come back to his incredibly happy and constantly smiley self. No one had ever seen him so giggly and teasing his colleagues every single day. 

If you asked his coworkers, all of them would say something different. JJ, Alex and Penelope all swore he was simply in love. Hotch and Rossi knew what was happening – years of profiling in their back pocket that would catch onto the tiniest signs and being his boss had its perks. Morgan believed he was just getting laid, finally. 

If you asked Spencer, he’d simply shrug and say, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

The truth was that he was in love, just like his female coworkers had guessed. 

He had met her a few years earlier at a bookstore. The two of them had reached for the exact same book at the exact same time, causing their hands to bump. Apologies floated through the air, followed by their awkward giggles when their eyes locked. Spencer offered to buy her the book that day and she insisted they read it together over a cup of coffee. Of course he didn’t decline, and neither did he alert her that he read as fast as lightning. For her, he’d read at her pace. 

Ever since that day, the two of them had been hanging out non-stop at bookstores, coffee shops, and eventually at each other’s apartment. It took them a good six months before finally sharing a searing kiss that sealed their relationship. 

That kiss was about a little over a year ago and now, the two of them were living together. Albeit, she kept her old address, with the help of Hotch who had called in favor, just to throw anyone that snooped into their personal affairs off. 

Without any of his colleagues knowing. 

At first, he didn’t want their relentless teasing, but then he was reminded of how the BAU’s family and partners were put in constant danger over being even slightly connected to them. Spencer almost wanted to break up with her over it, just to keep her safe. And they did, for a good week, until Spencer realized he couldn’t live without her. 

She was fine with being his little secret. Though sometimes, she wanted to get to know his colleagues after all the stories she heard from him. The gruesome details about those stories, however, she’d rather forget immediately. 

That was why the two of them kept in touch as much as they could during his cases. Quick phone calls, just to check in with one another, constant text messages, … There was never a moment where the two of them didn’t hear from one another. 

When one day she didn’t answer him, he grew immediately worried. 

That day had started early for Spencer. He'd been woken up at five am by a call from JJ, telling him to come into work as soon as he could, but not to bring a go-bag. Her eyes had fluttered open ever so slightly, but he shushed her and kissed her forehead. 

“Go back to sleep,” he whispered and tried to pull away, but her arms snaked around his neck, pulling him back. 

The girl whined and though her eyes were closed, her lips were pursed. “Gimme kiss first.” 

Chuckling, Spencer leaned down and kissed her on the lips sweetly. “I love you.”

“Mmh, love you too. Come back to me in one piece, Doctor Reid.” 

She tugged at the duvet to cozy up and doze off again. For a couple seconds, he watched her with a tender smile plastered on his face. He hated leaving the girl he loved behind. He’d much rather cuddle up to her underneath the covers. 

“I promise,” he whispered and kissed her head again before finally turning on his heel and walking out the apartment. It was always with a heavy heart that he left the apartment, but his mind was quickly occupied by the case at hand. 

It wasn’t until 10am when he received a text from her. The initials “L.G.” flashing onto his screen. It was her contact name that she had added. It stood for Lover Girl, she had told him, while putting his contact name as P.B.; Pretty Boy. 

L.G.: I actually slept until now. Got any statistics on that, Doctor? 

A smile took over his entire face. She often asked him for any statistics about whatever she was thinking about. It was her favorite thing to do, listening to him ramble off facts and statistics, which was why she’d asked for it. Even if it was merely through text.

P.B.: 55% of people oversleep at least once a week and 75% of those have missed work. A little over 30% said they oversleep once a week and 24% do it multiple times a week.

He waited a minute, she usually answered within a couple minutes and he and Morgan were waiting for their colleagues to compile their theories anyway. When her message popped onto his screen, he couldn’t help but smile even wider. 

L.G.: You never disappoint. – Thank GOD for bank holidays. ;-) 

Spencer chuckled before starting to type up a response. 

P.B.: What are you up to today? 

Before her reply came in, their colleagues filed into the briefing room where he and Morgan resided. He quickly chucked his phone in his pocket and focused on what his coworkers were saying. It took a couple of minutes as they put their heads together and piece together some of the evidence they had found. 

“Morgan, Reid, I’m gonna need you to go to the apartment building and ask around if anyone has seen Peter in the hallways that night. Alex and Rossi, you’re on the new crime scene. JJ and I will head to the M.E.”

Everyone nodded at their assignments before they got up and filed out of the briefing room. As Spencer followed Morgan out to the SUV, he grabbed his phone to check her message she had sent. 

L.G.: Just going to run some errands. Do you need anything from the grocery store? 

P.B.: Can you get me some of those rice crispy treats, please, angel? 

He put his phone back in his pocket before turning to his coworker next to him, who was sneaking glances at him whilst driving. “I do still wonder who you’re always texting with that dopey smile on your face.” 

Spencer coughed. “My-my mom.” 

“Are you ever gonna tell me the truth?” Derek asked, his thick brows raised. There was no answer at the top of that genius brain of his, so he simply grimaced and nodded his head. 

The two of them focused back on the case and went door to door at the apartment building, asking everyone if they had seen who they were looking for. None of them were much help and when they were done interviewing the inhabitants, one hour had passed. On the way back to the car, Spencer checked his phone again, but no messages from his Lover Girl this time. 

He frowned and sent her another text. 

P.B.: Back from the store yet, L.G.? Did you remember my rice crispy treats? 

It wasn’t usual for her to take this long to reply, especially when she had a day off. Her phone’s sound was always on and she had it closeby at every moment. Worry settled on his chest. He couldn’t act on the anxieties swirling around in his mind as he couldn’t just rush home mid-case. 

When there was no answer another hour later, Spencer knew something was up. He tried to call her when he and Morgan were waiting on the rest of the team to regroup, but it went straight to voicemail. 

“Hiya! You just missed me, but leave a message and I’ll call you back when I can.” 

The sound of her voice calmed him down a little bit, but the fact that it was her voicemail only made his worry grow. Two steps forward and one step back, it felt like. 

“You okay, Reid?” Morgan asked when he noticed his coworker in distress. 

Spencer internally groaned at the fact he couldn’t tell Morgan what was stressing him out because he had decided to keep his girlfriend a secret. Especially at a moment like this when there could be something wrong with her. For all he knew, she could be hurt. The exact reason for keeping her a secret in the first place.

“Uhm, yeah,” he lied. “Yeah, I’m okay.” 

It was crystal clear that Morgan didn’t believe his coworker but with the height of the case nearing, he decided not to press any further. It was only hours later, when they closed the case, and Spencer was clearly spiraling that he decided to ask further. 

“Reid, seriously, what’s going on?” he asked when Spencer hung up his phone for a fifth time, not getting the answer he wanted. 

Spencer sighed and chucked his phone in his pocket, his hands trembling as he did so. “I-I need to go home. Something’s wrong.” 

“With your mom?” Morgan asked as he watched Spencer rush out the BAU. The resident genius didn’t even bother to answer, which left Morgan with no other choice than to simply follow behind him. “Hey, Reid!” he called when he caught up to Spencer near the SUV. With furrowed brows and trembling hands trying to unlock the car, the younger man looked up. “Let me drive.” 

And with that said, Derek and Spencer got into the car and drove off to Spencer’s apartment. Derek wasn’t even sure what he was in for, but he trusted Spencer enough to follow him blindly. The two of them entered Spencer’s apartment building and rushed up the stairs to apartment 23.

A scream echoed through the door and reverberated in Spencer’s chest, causing his heart to plummet to his stomach. Derek and Spencer both reached for their guns, ready to shoot whoever’s hurting this screaming person. Another scream came from inside and Derek quickly and swiftly kicked down the apartment door. 

Another scream, but this time because of the sudden disruption. Once Spencer was certain there was no immediate danger, he holstered his weapon, as did Derek. His eyes scanned over his girlfriend. She had her hair scraped back into a messy bun, an old CalTech shirt of his that reached just beneath her bum and underneath it the tiniest of shorts that were barely visible. 

Once her heart had calmed down from the near-heart attack, she tugged the earphones out of her ears. “Fucking hell, Spence, way to give a girl a heart attack.” She threw a cushion from the couch at him. 

“Me?! You weren’t answering any of my calls or texts! I thought you were kidnapped,” he argued before stalking up to her and taking her into his arms into a much-needed hug. 

She pressed a kiss to his jaw. “I’m sorry, I was too wrapped up in that new Taylor Swift song and singing along.”

“Ah, that was the screaming about,” Morgan muttered, shaking his head with a chuckle.  

“I’m just glad you’re okay,” Spencer whispered and kissed her head before remembering there was someone else in the room. Coughing, he looked up at his coworker and only slightly let go of her, keeping an arm around her shoulders. 

“So, you’re ready to tell me the truth now?” Derek asked, a smirk on his face. 

Spencer smiled down at the girl. “Morgan, this is y/n, my… girlfriend.” 

The girl reached out a hand for him to shake and Derek did, but not without eyeing her up and keeping that teasing demeanor. “It’s so nice to finally meet you. Spence has told me so much about you.” 

“Wish I could say the same about you, but unfortunately, Boy Wonder never mentioned you once,” he told her, chuckling. “How did you keep this a secret from all of us?” 

Spencer shrugged. “I thought it would be better to keep our relationship a secret from everyone to keep her safe. We all know what happened to Haley, I don’t–” He inhaled sharply, unable to get the words across his lips. Noticing his sudden tensed shoulders, she interlaced her fingers with the ones on the hand on her shoulder, squeezing them reassuringly. “She kept her old address, just so no one could trace her back to me. Only Hotch and Rossi know.” 

“I wish we could’ve met under better circumstances,” she told him, gesturing to her appearance. 

“Shut up, you look cute,” Spencer reassured her and kissed her temple again. 

The smile never left Derek’s face as he looked at the sight in front of him. “I’m happy for you, Reid, you know that, right?” he asked happily, a hint of pride in his tone that caused her insides to grow mushy. 

From Spencer’s stories, she could tell the team cared about him a lot, but hearing it in real life and seeing it in Derek’s eyes and face meant the absolute world to her. She knew he was safe whenever he was with them, she knew she didn’t have to worry too much when he was out at work. They would protect him no matter what. 

Sensing Derek wanted to talk to Spencer alone, she excused herself and removed herself to the bedroom where she looked for something more appropriate to change into. All while keeping an ear on the conversation between the two coworkers. 

“I know,” she heard Spencer mumble. “I’m just scared, you know? She’s the best thing that has ever happened to me and I don’t want that to be taken away from me… again…” Heat crept to her cheeks as she listened to her boyfriend talk about her. 

“I get that,” Derek said. “She’s important to you – she’s family. Family of yours is family of ours, Reid. You don’t want anything to happen to her, and neither do we. We’d do anything in our power to protect her.” 

“Like we did Haley and Maeve?” 

She knew all about Maeve and Haley. Spencer had explained everything to her. It scared her to death that something like that could happen to the family of the BAU agents as much as it scared her something terrible could happen to Spencer. 

“You know that was out of our control, Reid,” said Morgan. 

A short silence fell and she knew Spencer inhaled deeply before continuing. “I know, but what if the same thing happens to her? I can’t lose her, Morgan. I wanna keep her safe, out of harm’s way.” 

“Don’t you think your best shot at keeping her safe is to have us informed about it? At least then, we can keep her safe and help you protect her,” he explained and she couldn’t help but agree with her. With her heart a little heavier and her outfit changed into jeans and a top with her hair down, she walked out into the living room. 

“He’s right though, baby,” she mumbled, capturing the boys’ attention. 

Spencer sighed, “Y/N.” He shook his head. 

“Don’t “y/n” me, Spencer. Your little family sounds amazing and I wanna be part of that, too.” She wrapped her arms around his waist, placing her head against his chest. “I know you wanna protect me, but don’t you think we both got a better chance if we got them in our lives, too?” 

Another sigh heaved Spencer’s chest, causing her head to move along with it. “Okay, you’re probably right.” He kissed the top of her head before looking at Morgan again. “Text everyone to come over here for dinner.”

“We don’t have enough food for that many people, honey,” she gasped, almost in a panic. 

Spencer shrugged. “We’ll order Chinese.” 

Within half an hour, the entire team had arrived at Spencer’s, one by one getting acquainted with the one he had kept secret for so long. Neither one knew why they were invited to apartment 23 but when they did find out, their reactions melted y/n’s heart. 

First, it was Penelope. The chirpy, colorful blonde she had heard so much about. 

“What’s the emergency? Are you okay, Reid? I–” she stopped in her tracks when her eyes landed on the girl beside the resident genius. “Who–Wha–” she stumbled over her words, her brain short-circuiting. 

With a smile, she reached out her hand to shake Penelope’s. “Hi, I’m y/n.” 

“Reid’s girlfriend,” the brunette that had come up behind her moments after, deducted. 

Penelope’s eyes widened before taking the girl into her arms. “Oh, my God! I knew it! I knew our Boy Wonder was in love!” 

Giggles filled up the apartment. Spencer and y/n couldn’t help but lock eyes, happy this was the reaction from his coworkers to his news. “Happy to meet you, too, Penelope.” 

“Hi,” the brunette greeted when Penelope pulled away. “I’m Alex Blake.” 

One by one, the team filed in, greeting y/n as though she was part of the family. With Chinese food scattered around the dining room table, the whole family sat, ate and asked the couple all the questions they needed answers to. 

“When did you first meet?” The blonde y/n has come to be known as JJ. 

Y/N glanced over to Spencer and took a hold of his hand, entwining their fingers in his lap. “We met at a bookstore, we were reaching for the same book–”

“Flight Behavior by Barbara Kingsolver,” Spencer interrupted. 

“That one,” she concurred with a giggle. “He insisted on buying it for me and I insisted we read it together.” Her nose scrunched up while her lips pressed together, remembering how adorable Spencer was that day, and still was. 

“Damn, boy,” Derek commented. “Didn’t know you had game.” 

“What do you do?” Alex then questioned, moving on from their meet-cute. 

“I’m a primary school teacher,” she responded. “I try to mold and form these brilliant little minds to become something that somewhat resembles this genius’ mind.” She placed her free hand on Spencer’s head and lovingly squeezed. 

A collective bubble of laughter spread through the apartment, causing y/n’s heart to flutter. She loved being around Spencer’s friends. They were lovely and brought out the best in Spencer. While he always had his guard down when he was with her and showed her his soft side, his friends brought out a completely different side in him. A side she had seen before, but never with people other than her. 

For an entire night, the team asked the couple questions, told stories about Spencer even she didn’t know yet and she easily returned the favor. It turned out to be a lovely night that would be grafted into the couple’s minds for a long time. 

“I enjoyed spending time with your friends,” she told him when they were cuddled up in bed afterwards. 

As soon as they hit the mattress, their limbs entangled and her head ended up on his chest. While his hand trailed up and down her back, hers was drawing patterns on his chest. A position they had found themselves in almost every night. 

“Mmh,” he hummed. “They loved you.” 

She let out a giggle. “Of course they did.” 

A laugh rumbled Spencer’s chest, reverberating through her head. It was her favorite sound and feeling in the whole wide world. She lifted her head from his chest to properly look at him, finding him looking up at the ceiling. From this angle, she had a perfect view at his sharp jawline, his curls sticking out here and there, and his long lashes fluttering to keep himself awake. 

“Got any statistics, Doctor?” she then asked, putting her head back in place, right over his heart to hear it beat just for her. 

She could feel him turn his head to look at her. “About what?” he asked. 

“Anything,” she answered. 

He sighed. A content sigh, one where you could hear the smile in his breath. “There’s a hundred percent chance I’m gonna marry you,” he muttered and kissed the top of her head. 

A smile curved her lips upwards while her eyes slowly shut. Her body was completely relaxed, her heart fluttering in his presence. She could see their entire future flash before her eyes. Spencer getting down on one knee at the bookstore, her father walking her down the aisle while his friends and coworkers and his mom sat in the pews. She could see ten tiny toes and ten tiny fingers. 

She could see forever with him. 

“There’s a hundred percent chance I’m gonna say yes.” 

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Yandere Lesbian Nurse Geto x Female Nurse Reader

Geto has been a nurse in the biggest hospital in Tokyo for 5 years. And for all 5 years, I have been working beside her. Taking a ridiculous amount of patients, working my ass off, but ultimately being able to put food on my table. Geto has been a great co-worker and friend to me. She'd start her shift at the same time as mine just so we can have a lunch break together. She sometimes steps off of her main task to help me with my patients if she can and even gives me an extra bag of her homemade lunch if she finds out I don't have any.

She's so sweet and caring to me. But I don't hear the same from everyone else I work with.

They'd say outrageous things about her. To me specifically, as if I could do anything about it. "Because she fucking kisses at your feet." They'd spit. "Maybe if you soften her up, she'll consider my offer when my shift is over," they'd chuckle. It's mostly the male doctors who come up to me with this information. Which makes it hard for me to take them seriously. And I don't believe them. How could such a nice woman be as they describe her? Foxy, arrogant, sly, and greedy. I don't see that in her. Therefore, their words mean nothing. Her dark-lipstick stained lips slightly curl up in amusement as I turn my back to the doctor, walking back over to her.

She loves the way you think. It makes her job way easier. Get closer to you, and she'll get her much deserved prize.

I see Geto leaning against the wall as I approach. "I hope you didn't hear what he said." She shrugs and meets me halfway. "It doesn't matter. Words don't matter like that. You learn that early in this field of work." I nod and smile. "Yeah, I guess you're right. So, what do you have planned for the rest of today?"

This is how my usual work day goes. Unnecessary rumors, casual conversation with Geto and then go home. But I guess something was in the air today. Because when I finished eating my lunch alone(surprisingly), I walked into the staff room and found Geto screaming at one of the doctors. He and her were separated by one wooden circular desk and they were both standing. She was leaning over the table as if she wanted to lunge over it to kill him.

"You fucking asshole. If you just listened to me, I would've given you all of the sex you wanted! But you fucking talked to her. AGAIN. You've been pissing me off too many times." She scoffs and turns away from him, holding her head as if she had a headache. He walks around the table and approaches her, placing his hands on her shoulder. "Suguru, forget about her. Why do you care about her? She's a nobody. You're everything she's not, can't you see? You make way more than her, you're prettier than her, and you work more harder. We're the same."

He smiles as Geto relaxes against him. My eyebrows furrow at their words. What the hell was going on? Were they shit talking me? Why did she make that absurd deal with him? And I've never heard anyone call Geto by her first name. They didn't see me yet, and I stood there silently, waiting to see where this conversation would go.

Geto nodded before looking back up at him, a smile on her face. He smiles back before his eyes trail to her lips. When he inches closer, Geto pulls a full syringe from a hidden strap on her thigh and stabs it into his neck, injecting whatever it was into his blood. The doctor chokes on his words, face turning red as he falls to the ground. Geto doesn't even glance down at him before turning towards the door, only to see me there. "Y/n...." I stare at her in horror. She runs towards me and I flinch out of my frozen position. I am only one step back before she yanks me in, slamming the door shut. I can still hear the doctor gasping for breath and I shove Geto away from me. "I can't trust you...get the fuck away from me." My heels click against the floor as I speak.

She slowly approaches me again. "You don't mean that..." I nod, stressed. "Yes. I do." A weird look of happiness overcomes her face before she pushes me through an open door. I fall on my ass, yelping in pain. She storms into the room as well, shutting the closet door and turning the light on. She towers over me and I look up at her, regret filling my chest. They were right. And I didn't listen to anyone. How come I couldn't ever see it?

"Oh, you fucking liar," I whisper.

My skirt rides up and I can feel my upper thighs brushing against the cool marble floor. I hate this closet for this exact reason. I look up, only to see Geto staring back down at me with a look of adoration on her face. Which makes no sense considering she just illegally penetrated a licensed doctor with a needle filled with drugs to knock him out.

Confusion crumbles and turns into fear, my breaths slowly increasing as she fondly looks down at me as if I was a little useless deer, far, far away from mom. Her red heels clack against the floor as she walks closer. I scoot back, my skirt riding up higher in the process and she coos. I gasp at the feeling of the point on her stiletto suddenly rubbing between my pussy lips through the fabric of my panties. "Ohhh, there we go. See? It feels so good, doesn't it, baby? C'mere.."

She steps over my legs before kneeling, her knees trapping me in place. She takes my face in her hands and immediately places her soft lips onto mine. My eyes widen and I can feel her desperately initiating the control. My eyebrows furrow when a warm muscle slips from between her lips into my mouth and I whimper. She swallows it and kisses me harder. I can feel her resting her weight onto my lap, her panties underneath her uniform brushing my core above my work skirt.

I separate the kiss, gasping for air and turning my head to the side. She presses messy kisses down my jawline and neck. I begin to feel dizzy as her hands travel down my chest, groping it before groping at everything else they can get at. "Geto..." I breathe out her name. She whines and grinds herself against me. I feel a throb between my legs and push her away from me. She looks confused and a little sad at me pushing her away and I shake my head.

"No...no, this isn't right. Y-you just drugged a doctor a-and we can't do thi-"

"I love you!!!"

My world stops as she stares at me, tears filling her eyes. "I fucking love you....i've loved you ever since I began working here. I cook you my food, I take some of your own work, I turn down everyone for you, for you! I do everything for you. I still work here for you, I...I turned down my promotion just to be near you. T-that fucking sleazebag I drugged?? He secretly wanted you. But I want you more..."

Her eyes are gone as she gathers her words. I am frozen. No sound is heard besides our breaths. Her face turns to stone as she looks back up at me. "I want you more. I deserve you. You ungrateful piece of shit."

She grabs me by the hair, fingers digging into my scalp as she stands back up. I yelp and she tells me to shut up. "I'm gonna make you love me back." She sounds like she's trying to convince herself.

"Pull my panties down." I stare up at her, frozen and confused. "Pull my fucking panties down. Now." My hands wander towards her underwear under her uniform and I feel around her warm skin until I find the thin thong bands and i pull them down, trying so hard to ignore the string of slick connected to them. "Good girl....come eat me out." Her voice is softened as she spreads her legs for me. I look back up into her eyes and she smiles softly, a look too put-together in her eyes. She's fucking nuts. Her fingers tighten once more on my scalp and I cringe, pushing her skirt up until I see her pink pussy in the shitty closet lighting. I lean closer to it, staring her in the eye as I lick a stripe of her juices from between her warm and sensitive lips.

Her eyes roll back into her lids and her head tips back, a shameless moan leaving her lips. A part of me enjoys this moment between me and her despite everything leading up to this moment. I'm on autopilot as I grab her legs, spreading them further apart as I force my tongue to continue eating her out, ravaging my first meal of the day despite it being 10:30 at night. "I know you didn't eat lunch today." She slurs out, a small squeal leaving her lips when I suck on her clit. She then giggles. "So, this is your meal. Do you like it? Does it taste good, baby?"

I hum, staring her right in the eyes. My face is deep between her soft and warm thighs. I remain eye contact as my tongue finds her entrance. The cold tip of my nose presses firmly against her wet and erect clit. That's when she pulls my face away from her cunt. The bottom half of my face is soaked in her juices. She takes a deep breath before softly loosening the grip on my hair. My face relaxes as she lets me go. She gets back down onto my lap, straddling me. "Please. No more." I plead, exhausted. She caresses my face before bringing her hands to my uniform shirt. "It's okay. I'm gonna take care of you."

She tears my shirt open, biting her lip at my beautiful choice of bra. She makes me take my shirt and bra off, immediately pawing at the tender breasts when they're freed. "So pretty." I sit back, resting on one arm, spreading my legs out. She doesn't even finish her initial thought before sucking on one of my nipples. I sigh in regrettable pleasure. She gets off of my lap, sitting next to me as one of her unseen hands trail down beneath my skirt, between my legs to touch at my damp underwear. I flinch lightly and she pulls off of the nipple.

"Be a good girl and moan for me, okay?" I didn't know what she was talking about until she swiftly pulls my panties to the side and firmly slides two fingers into my cunt like it was nothing. I gasp and she hums in acknowledgement. I whine lightly as her fingers thrust in and out of me. They feel a little rough as she also kisses around my chest, creating hickeys in-between kisses. She then starts curling her fingers on that spongey spot inside of me and my back arches at the pleasure blooming in my lower stomach. "Like that?" She asks. "L-" As soon as I speak, it's cut off from her fingers rubbing quicker on that one spot, the pleasure increasing twice as much. A pathetic moan escapes my lips instead. "Hm?? Just like that?" She asks again as I throw my head back, almost hovering over my body from where I lay. I nod, my eyes squeezed shut. A satisfied smile spreads across her lips as I suddenly moan loudly, squirt gushing out of my pussy onto her hand. Obscene squelching sounds echo throughout the room as she continues her assault on my hole.

"Fuck, no more! No more, please..." I beg and she immediately listens, pulling her fingers out of me. I relax, my back hitting the ice cold marble floor. I try to catch my breath, rubbing my face as if trying to find the sense I once had. Geto sucks my juices off of her fingers, ecstasy flowing through her veins at the taste. She tastes every last drop on her hand and even considers licking what I left on the ground. But I'm more important. She turns back to me and leans over my naked torso, kissing my forehead. "I love you, y/n."

"..." I look back into her expecting eyes. What happens if I say it back? Will it even matter? At this point, I completely forgotten the things she had done before we ended up in the closet. "I love you, too." Her eyes sparkle and she laughs as if I just proposed to her. Her hands find my cheeks once more, cradling my face as she kisses me. The kiss is soft, warm, and domestic. She pulls away and her heart squeezes. "I have to take care of some business. Can you wait here for me?"

What else can I do? I nod. She stares at me for a little while longer before standing up. She leaves. It's silent. I'm half-naked, my mind is fuzzy, and bodily fluids are spilled on the floor. It's cold. What have I done to meet such a woman? She's probably gonna kill the doctor, and God knows what she'll do once she comes back to get me. But even after everything, I'm the one that has her wrapped around my finger. I just have to find a way to get out of what I put myself into.

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[tillthelandslide]

For Better or For Worse - Ross MacDonald One Shot

Taglist: @scooby-doodoo @thereisaplaceintheheart @promocodesorry75 @eaglestar31 @thefrontofmymind @fallingforel @partoftheairforce @procrastinatinglikeapro @poisonmedaddy13 @xthe1975 @all-things-fic @jstbeeingme @rossgirly @juliardk @you-muppet @moodyyyychickx @k4tie75 @friedlandblog @insidemymind19 @zzzhealy @at-her-very-foreign (add yourself using the link in my bio 😊)

You stand anxiously at the side of the stage, Joel is next to you, although he leaves occasionally when Ross needs a different bass, but soon enough he's back by your side. You're thankful he's here, his shoulders graze yours and it's enough comfort to ease you slightly. The real comfort you need is performing on the stage in front of you. You know he'd also be thankful that Joel has stepped in to give you some support.

Joel watches as you wince when Ross does, how you suck in air through your teeth when pain covers his face. Your eyes rarely leave the blue band wrapped around his bicep, only flicking down to his hand when he flexes it, another thing causing him trouble as of late.

"What does the tape do again?" You ask Joel, probably the 10th time you've asked him. He isn't a medical professional by any means, but Ross has told him what the medics had told him, so he could tell you, knowing you'd worry.

"it prevents the overstretching and over contracting of injured muscles to stop his injuries getting worse" he says, sounding as if he had memorised it from a book.

You watch as Ross flinches again and you copy him "it's clearly not working". The song comes to an end and he flexes his hand again. You know Joel needs to give Ross a different bass but you stop him momentarily.

"Can you give him these?" You say, fishing the painkillers his doctor gave him out of your bag and popping two pills. Joel smiles before leaving you, bass (and painkillers) in hand.

You watch as Ross smiles a weak smile at you, walking over to his drink, which is usually some type of alcohol but is now replaced with water, and he takes the tablets. You feel slightly better after that, enjoying the show for a little while, your husband looking less pained.

But it's not long until it creeps back over his features and you sigh.

"What he needs it rest..." You hear behind you, turning to see Jamie who smiles before he hugs you.

"Rich coming from the guy that's got them fully booked until next March" you say but despite your words he laughs, knowing they didn't have venom behind them.

"Wasn't counting on him to get an injury" he says and you can tell he too is worried.

"He's still amazing though don't you think?" Jamie nods. He never falters despite being in pain and being injured and you feel proud watching him. But you are worried for him.

"He's resting as much as he can and he's taking his painkillers as prescribed and the tape seems to be helping" Jamie says but before he's gotten his words out you both watch as Ross removes the tape. You don't know why, perhaps it's irritating him, but whatever the reason is, it doesn't stop you from silently scolding him.

You wait until the very end of the show, watching him walk to the other side of the stage and waving to the fans there before he comes back to your side. He walks towards you with a smile, but he looks exhausted. Despite being a little mad at him you open your arms so he can step into them. He leans down to tuck his head into your neck and you place a kiss on his cheek.

"Did amazing sweetheart" you say and he hums against you.

"Let's get you back to the bus, we can put ice on your arm" you say and he pulls back to smile at you.

"What would I do without you hmm?" He asks and you chuckle, hand coming up to brush the stray hairs away from his slightly sweaty face.

"Fester" you say and he chuckles.

He wraps his arm around your shoulders but you hear him wince and remove it immediately.

"Fuck sake, can't even hold my girl" he exclaims, annoyed with the whole situation. You pout at him, feeling truly sympathetic towards him, not wanting him to be in any sort of pain ever, but knowing that wasn't realistic.

"Come here" you say, leaning up slightly and kissing him softly before gently rounding his other side and taking his other injured hand in yours. He smiles at you and you walk to the bus.

You offer to help him shower but he insists he can do it himself (after much rebuttal from you). Whilst he's in there you read up about other ways to help him. You help him get changed into a baggy jumper reading that tight clothing can make muscle injuries worse. You bring an ice pack wrapped in a towel to his arm and hold it for him, he smiles at you whilst you do, noting how concentrated you are. You hold it there for a while, whilst you speak about various things.

"Okay I was reading up ways to help you and it says to elevate your arm" you say and he slowly lifts it, resting it on the back of the sofa behind your head, quietly flinching at the pain that shoots up to his shoulder. But once he's still the pain dissipates and he's back to smiling at you.

"Thank you for doing this love" he says, leaning down to kiss you gently.

"You're welcome... For better or for worse, in sickness and in health right?" You say and Ross chuckles.

"Don't remember you saying that in your vows love... I vividly remember you saying you promise to always give me Guinness, to never make me explain football.... Oh and there was something about telling everyone I'm the hottest member of the 1975" you jib his stomach lightly at his jesting not expecting him to chuckle which in turn makes him flinch.

"shit" he swears at the new onslaught of pain.

"Ross I'm so sorry" you say, rising up slightly, eyes never leaving him to make sure he's okay.

"I'm okay love, I'm okay" he swears, hand pulling you back closer to him. "This is kicking my butt a little bit huh?" He asks and you nod as you frown at him. "Got you to look after me though hmm?" You nod "my little nurse" that makes you chuckle.

"I could get an outfit if you'd like" you say and he physically has to hold back his laughter to stop himself from hurting more.

"Love you're killing me here" he says with a soft chuckle pressing his lips to your head.

"Some wife I am..." You say as you sink to his chest.

"Shh don't say that... You're the best, all worried about me and looking up ways to help me" he says, pressing another kiss to your head.

"Well we can't have you making yourself worse and not being able to perform" you say and feel him nod above you. You crane your neck to look at him and he briefly leans down to kiss you.

"I know love..." He says.

"Besides, we gotta make sure Daddy's fit and healthy as can be when baby macdonald arrives" you say and it makes him smile widely, his left hand moving to rest against your bump. Gone are the days where that singular word would make him smirk like a schoolboy, gone are the days where that word would make him hold in his laughter. The word now, 4 months in, makes him smile widely and his heart swells in his chest, heart beating rapidly, looking forward to the day when his little girl says the same word.

"That we do" he says, the baby kicks against his palm, so attuned to her father.

"Although I'm convinced you'll always be fit" you say and he chuckles again.

"Even when I'm grey and old?" He asks.

"Especially then" you say. He laughs loudly, his whole body shaking, arm hurting him again.

"Think you're going to have to go away if you keep making me laugh love" he says, making you pout.

"I'm joking, my love" he says with a kiss to your lips.

"I swear to god if Matty changes the setlist one more time and makes you play something hard I'm going to kill that man" you say and Ross shakes his head as he smiles.

"We wouldn't want that... Who would be baby Mcdonalds godfather then?" He says, chucking at the way you exhale deeply.

"Literally anyone else Ross..." You say and he smiles.

"I love you so much" he says.

“I love you too, now hold still' you say, placing the ice back onto his arm. The pain eases from his face again and you smile, glad it's helping.

#my ross #ross macdonald #the 1975 #the 1975 fanfic #ross macdonald x reader #ross macdonald the 1975 #ross macdonald imagine #ross macdonald one shot #ross macdonald fanfiction #ross macdonald fic #ross macdonald fluff #the 1975 fan fic #the 1975 fic #the 1975 fluff

[seokmattchuus]

Stray Kids Reaction to you fainting

A/n: This is angstier than intended but I didn't know how else to make it? Anyways, I'm not entirely proud of this so if it sucks, don't point it out. p.s.idon'trememberifiproofread

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Chan: Gets over the initial shock fairly quickly, the natural leader in him quick to work out what needs to be done in order to get you to the hospital with little to no one finding out. When the doctor informs him that it's due low blood sugar, he couldn't keep the disappointment from coming out once you woke up. He couldn't figure out why you wanted to put yourself through something like this, and he couldn't hold back.

"And for what?" He asked, his voice lacking emotion. "For what others have to say? The press?" He scoffed, his fear coming out as anger. "Do my feelings not matter? What if something worse happened?"

Minho: He couldn't wait for your special stage. He helped you practice ever since you got the song, knowing how perfected you wanted it to be. Not once did it seem like you were pushing your limits, so when he saw your slowing down, he quickly headed to the side of the stage, ready to run out and get you if he needed to. Just when he thought you pulled through, the second you made it backstage, your legs gave out.

"Hey, hey," He says sternly, supporting your neck while fanning you. "Y/n, c'mon." The panic in his voice grew as he called out to staff. "Can we get some water, please?!"

Changbin: He insisted on accompanying you to go do bloodwork. He was free, and he knew how long those appointments lasted, so he didn't want you to be bored. He was lucky he chose to as the second you looked down to see the blood flowing, you went limp.

"'I'll be fine' you said. 'Who passes out from blood' you said." He mocked half-heartedly, the seriousness passing now that you're awake. "Guess I'm coming to the next appointment."

Hyunjin: You had pranked him by doing this before, so he didn't believe you when you fell to your side on the couch. He continued making your lunch and waiting until he was finished to acknowledge that it happened. Gradually freaks out while trying to figure out what to do.

"Okay, you got me," He put his hands up sarcastically, his heartbeat picking up as you still hadn't gotten up. "Y/n, it's not funny." He said as he knelt down by you, trying to wake you up.

Jisung: He knew you needed your vitamin D supplements, but you insisted you would be fine for a few days while you helped them on set of their new show. That didn't stop him from worrying, though. He refused to take his focus off of you, and it worked out for you when you stood up to call for a break, just to fall right back down into the chair, your head lulling back before you held it up again.

"Y/n!" He yelled as he dropped what he was doing to run towards you, the staff beating him to it. "Is there anything I can do?"

Felix: He knew you were nervous. He could hear your foot tapping against the floor and the way your chest rose too much. You were taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself on your own. You were trying to keep it from him, and he didn't want to call you out, knowing it would make you feel worse. He doesn't act on it until he sees you fighting to keep up right, and eventually failing, his arms wrapping around to catch you, and slowly lay you on his lap.

"No," You breathed out when you felt his hold slip away.

"I'm not leaving, I promise." He said, his voice calm and steady as he gave you a reassuring squeeze. "I'm right here, okay? Just focus on getting your breath back."

Seungmin: He knew you were stressed about school. The bags under your eyes, the untouched bed from when you last made it, the growing empty Starbucks cups under your computer desk, and the lack of groceries in your fridge. He decided to cook for you, hoping it would help you feel less stressed, but the second you got up, he saw your eyes roll back and bolted to your side.

"Do you need anything?" He asked worriedly as he helped you sit up. "Just wait here, let me get you some water."

Jeongin: He told you this would happen, but of course you were stubborn. He knew how hot it got backstage and he also knew you hadn't had much to eat since you wanted to eat after the concert. He turned to give you a kiss for good luck when he saw the loss of focus in your eyes. He freezes in panic, never having been in charge of something so serious, quickly calling for anyone to help.

"I-I told her eat something." He mentally kicked himself as he watched Changbin pick you up and carry you to a room that had fans. "She'll be okay, right?"

#stray kids #stray kids reactions #stray kids angst ? #skz #skz reactions #skz angst ? #chan #chan angst #bang chan angst #minho #minho angst #changbin #changbin angst #hyunjin #hyunjin angst #jisung #jisung angst #felix #felix angst #lee felix angst #seungmin #seungmin angst #jeongin #jeongin angst #kpop #kpop reactions #kpop angst #mine

[frenchfrywrites]

CODE y69

MINORS DNI

Warnings: amab gn top dom(ish) living human reader, trans man bottom zombie Vil Schoenheit, monster(fucker) au, monsterfucking, medical play, roleplay, breeding kink, lots of drool, vil goes nonverbal, slight dumbification

Words used for Vil: pussy, cunt, tits, hole, clit. Mention of him having a period and getting pregnant

The sound of the door to Vil's bedroom opening softly tears his attention away from his vanity.

"Ah, sorry," he stares through the mirror at his door, where the doctor– he gathers from the white coat and stethoscope– he arranged a house visit with stands awkwardly in the doorway. "Am I interrupting something?" You ask, setting down your bag of medical devices and instruments on Vil’s bed.

"No," he’s quick to answer, capping the tube of lipstick he'd been applying and standing to greet you. Both of you size one another up as Vil sluggishly crosses the room. You’re handsome in the long white lab coat, undoubtedly so, and if he had the blood to do so, Vil thinks he might feel flushed. The mild anxiety he typically finds himself having when he’s among the living settles in, and he feels the urge to preen and reapply his makeup.  

The two of you exchange introductions, and Vil notes that your hand feels so nice and warm when it shakes his, before you ask him to make himself comfortable on his bed. Vil sits himself down as gracefully as possible as you open your bag “I almost thought I had the wrong patient,” you offer him a bashful smile, applying hand sanitizer to your hands, then tugging on some gloves. “You looked so alive,” and your admission earns you a soft laugh from Vil. 

“Thank you,” he mumbles quietly. After his untimely demise Vil's tried his best to cover his dead skin, the chunks of missing flesh, and his vacant eyes. He appreciates his efforts being recognized. 

“Alright, let’s just jump right in, yeah?!” you give him a wide smile, “can you tell me your first and last name? And your date of birth?” Vil tells you the information easily. “And when did you become undead?”

“A couple of months ago,” he hopes you don’t pry much more than that. It’s not something he likes to dwell on.

“Great! Do you remember the last physical you had when you were alive?” you ask carefully, rummaging around in your bag.

Vil doesn’t remember much from before his death. He has people he knows- or knew- tell him things about himself, but most of what they tell him feels blurry and out of reach.

“It’s okay if you don’t,” you say when he hasn’t responded in a while. He hums- and it sounds a bit too close to the sluggish groan he’s heard from older zombies for his liking- and anxiously flattens the wrinkles on his skirt. 

“This will be a bit different from an exam that an alive person might experience, but that’s why you called me in the first place,” you ramble as you put on a pair of gloves. 

“I’m going to skip over taking your blood pressure and checking your heart, for obvious reasons,” you tell him, standing next to where he’s seated. Suddenly, you press yourself into Vil’s personal space, 

“Can I touch you Mr. Schoenheit?” and logically Vil knows his heart has stopped beating for a long time, but he feels like it flutters in his chest all the same.

“Yes,” he consents, trying his best to not sound breathless. You take his head in your hands, feeling around his skull. 

“You have lovely hair Mr. Schoenheit,” it’s an offhand comment, but it makes Vil feel like he’s on cloud nine. 

“Thank you,” he practically whispers as you gently touch the back of his neck. 

“Good,” you step back and Vil tries not to follow your touch, “looking great! I’m going to ask you to make some facial expressions with me now, so I can see how your muscles are working.”

Vil nods, folding his hands in his lap. 

“Could you frown for me?” he does as he’s told, “then smile? Then puff your cheeks?” distantly, Vil remembers that people have told him he was in movies when he was alive; a memory of acting exercises comes back to him faintly as he moves his face through various expressions.

“Hm, I can see that the muscles on the right side of your face are still quite stiff,” Vil’s face falls at the news, “hey, it’s alright!” you caress his right cheek gently, massaging the muscle by his jaw gently. Even though your hand is gloved, Vil can still feel the heat radiating off your flesh all the same. He feels hungry. “Anyone who is not specifically looking for it would not notice, I promise,” you reassure. “Now can you open your mouth for me?” 

Vil drops his jaw and it cracks a bit, leaving his mouth open just a bit wider than a living being would be capable of. That’s not true, he corrects himself, knowing that the naga can open their mouths nearly twice as more as he can. 

“Oh Mr. Schoenheit what lovely teeth you have!” you joke, and despite himself, Vil laughs. “Seriously, you have a full set! Many of my clients would dream of having your mouth,” you muse, running your fingers along his teeth. The urge to wrap his lips around your fingers and suck is overwhelming, but somehow Vil finds it in himself to resist it. He thinks you must be a little stupid, even if you are a doctor, for putting your fingers in a flesh-eaters mouth. Slipping your fingers from his mouth you reach into your bag and grab a wooden depressor. 

With your free hand you grab a small flashlight from your breast pocket, and press the wooden stick against his tongue. 

“Say ahhh,” you instruct. The noise that comes out of Vil is closer to that of a moan, but you don’t comment on that. You press the depressor further back and he gags. With a look of surprise you pull away from him, removing the depressor from his mouth as you do. 

“Sorry, did that hurt?” you ask curiously. He clears his throat, trying to regain his composure. 

“It wasn’t so bad,” he confesses. Your eyes widen just a fraction, but Vil takes note of it. Turning back to your bag you take out an otoscope, “We’re going to check your eyes and ears next, you haven’t noticed any vision or hearing loss, have you?” Vil shakes his head, thankful that so much of his body continues to function.

“Can you look at…” you trail off, glancing behind you at his wall, “the calendar back there for me?” He looks at it as you flash the light into his eyes. “Ah, are you wearing contacts?” you ask after a moment. Vil hesitates to answer, but eventually nods, “I’m sorry Mr. Schoenheit, but I need you to take those out.”

With a sigh Vil makes quick work of removing the colored contacts- or as quick as he can be with the body he inhabits now. Trying his best not to pout he lets you take a good look at his glossed over, foggy eyes. 

“You’ve got very pretty eyes Mr. Schoenheit,” you say as you pull away, “pretty and they're doing everything that eyes should be doing!” Vil huffs, 

“Flattery will get you everywhere doctor.” You manuver Vil's head so you can look into his ear, brushing his hair back to get a better look and further exposing his expression. 

“I’m already alone in your room with you Mr. Schoenheit,” you whisper, moving to look at the other ear, “how much more will flattery get me?” you muse. Vil is so glad his body can no longer blush, because he thinks he’d be as red as a tomato if he were living. 

“Ah,” he goes to say something but before he can come up with anything, you’re moving onto the next thing. Feeling a little dumbstruck he watches you take off the stethoscope around your neck, and put it on. 

“I’m going to take a listen to your lungs now, is that alright?” Vil nods, so you continue. “Would you please lift your shirt a bit?” With slightly shaking hands (the excitement of having you so close is having an apparent effect on him) he lifts his blouse for you. Sliding your hand under the fabric, you press the cold metal to his chest, and Vil gasps. 

“Sorry,” you whisper in his ear, not sounding very apologetic. “Can you take a deep breath for me?” Vil does his best, trying to sound relaxed and calm, even when he feels the opposite. “Sounds good!” and within a blink of an eye you’re gone. 

After stuffing away your stethoscope you turn to Vil, “right, so next we’re going to- oh,” you stop mid sentence, staring at his chest. Vil looks down, trying to see what you could be looking at, only to find that his nipples are hard. Shame washes over him, and he tries his best to cover himself, but you stop him, sitting next to him on the bed.

“It’s okay! I’m sorry I had such an unprofessional reaction, it’s just I don’t see that often with my patients,” you rub his shoulder comfortingly and Vil slowly drops his arms. 

“Can I take a look?” You ask after a moment. Vil tucks his hair behind his ear, nodding slowly. Your hand falls from Vil’s shoulder to the hem of his shirt. As you tug it upwards you expose more of his skin. 

There are small patches of decay, some skin that’s been stitched back together, and on his left side some of his ribs are exposed. With your other hand you thumb over one of his nipples, and Vil lets out a soft gasp. He feels so good having you touch him that any insecurity he’d normally have about the rotting, peeling flesh previously covered by his shirt is flung out the window.

“Did that hurt?” and Vil feels tingly all over at the quiet rumbling sound of your voice.

“No doctor,” he breathes, his breath hitching when you rub your thumb over it again. 

“Feels good, Mr. Schoenheit?” you check, not giving Vil any relief as you continue to rub circles around his nipple.  

Not trusting his voice, Vil nods, blinking slowly as waves of pleasure work their way through his body. 

And as quickly as it started, it’s over. You pull back, and much to Vil’s humiliation, he can’t help but lean forward and try to chase your touch. 

“Ah,” he makes a soft noise as his brain catches up. Part of him wishes to beg for more, but his pride stops him.

“Are you having other reactions, Mr. Schoenheit?” you ask softly. Vil rubs his legs together as he focuses,

“Yes doctor,” he answers honestly. Your smile widens at that,

“Amazing,” you praise, “can I see?” Vil lets out a low groan at that. Instead of using his words, Vil takes the hem of his skirt, and lifts it so you can see his soaked panties. Vil can’t help but grin when your warm touch returns to his chilled body as you gently run your fingers from his clit to his hole. 

“Such a responsive, functional body,” you hum in his ear, and Vil clumsily jerks his hips into your touch, clutching desperately at his skirt. 

“May I take a closer look Mr. Schoenheit?” 

“Yes please, doctor,” Vil moans, his words slurring together. You slide off the bed, and between Vil’s decayed thighs. Your hands tug at the top of his panties, and with some combined effort, the two of you manage to take them off him. 

“Oh look at you,” you coo, using two gloved fingers to peel apart his pussy lips. The heat from your body, even with a layer of gloves between the two of you, feels scalding against his frigid skin. It makes him want to melt into you. He clutches tightly at the fabric of his skirt, putting all his energy there so he doesn’t reach out to touch you. 

"Ah," Vil gasps softly when your finger begins to slowly rub circles onto his clit. 

“I bet that feels good, doesn’t it,” he can hear the smirk in your voice, but he doesn’t seem to care, and instead nods dumbly. Looking up at him, you take note of how Vil’s eyes go in and out of focus as he watches you play with his cunt.

It takes a while for him to notice, but Vil eventually sees the hard to ignore tent in your pants. Within the moment that he notices your hard-on, you slip a finger inside of him, and he jerks violently, letting out a long, guttural moan. 

“I want to see if the muscles here are working correctly,” you explain, though you doubt he’s even listening to you.

Vil opens up nicely around your fingers, producing more than enough slick to accommodate the intrusions. His clit took a while to get erect, but it now stands proudly, twitching and aching for attention. While fucking him slowly with two fingers, you use your thumb to play with it. This draws a groan from out of Vil. You doubt he’d appreciate being told so, but it’s the kind of groan that’s classic of his zombie kind. 

“Unnngh,” he moans, “g’nna uhmm,” and there’s just enough consonants and vowels for you to put together what he’s trying to say. You pull back, refusing him of the orgasm that was so steadily approaching. 

“Wuh?” he blinks slowly, and you watch as his pussy attempts to clench around nothing. “Huh, please,” Vil groans breathlessly when he finally processes that you’re no longer touching him. 

“It looks like your ability to self lubricate is working perfectly. I wonder though, Mr. Schoenheit, do you still get your period?” you ask, removing your white coat and gloves.

“No, doctor,” Vil replies after a moment, entranced with watching you undress. 

“Then I suppose the only way we’d be able to tell if you’re able to get pregnant or not is by having me fuck your womb full of cum,” Vil nods along, though he questions your logic. He’ll agree with whatever you say if it means you’ll fuck him. 

You reach into your bag, and after a moment of rustling around, pull out a vial of lube.

Laying back, he spreads his legs wider, making room for you to join him on the bed. He makes a pretty picture, with his skirt bunched around his hips, and his shirt pulled up to show off his tits. You tell him as much,

“You look so good,” you praise, and Vil preens, smiling and spreading his legs wider. You make yourself comfortable between his thighs, massaging his stiff muscles gently. Fumbling a bit, you open the lube, and lather your cock. Vil doesn’t mind the slight lull in action, instead focusing his energy on reaching up and linking his arms around your neck to pull you close. 

He moans when he feels the tip of your cock press against his hole. Vil feels like he’s never been more alive as he feels your tip press into him. He knocks his head back against his pillow, arching his back as you slowly push yourself into him. 

“There we go,” you coo, rubbing his hips and thighs lovingly when you’re balls deep inside of him. “How’re you feeling Mr. Schoenheit? Any pain? Any discomfort?” you check in, because Vil looks fucked dumb already. 

“Guh-” he groans, then mumbles to himself. You wait patiently, and finally he forms a coherent sentence, “good, you feel- good,” he whines, his mascaraed lashes squeezing shut. His words divulge into mumbles and groans as he tries to tell you about how deep your cock is inside of him, and how hot you feel.

Slowly, you start to move your hips, fucking him nice and deep to make sure he’s properly adjusted to the intrusion before you take it up a notch. Vil practically melts into the bed beneath him, weakly holding onto you, his pussy clenching and twitching around you every so often. 

“You feel so good,” you tell him softly, “ah, so tight,” you groan. Vil keens, and then instead of using his words- which he seems to have lost already- he tries his best to work his hips back against yours. You let out a breathless laugh, “faster already?” and Vil nods, letting out a pathetic whine.

“I’ve got you darling,” you coo, easily picking up the pace. He lets out a pleased moan, settling back down and returning to laying like a corpse under you. 

“Just- ah- lay back and let me fuck you baby, you don’t ngh have to think at all, let me do all the work, sweet thing,” he nods dumbly at your instructions. 

“Shit,” you breathe, fucking him so hard that his tits bounce with each thrust. Your hand fumbles around for a second before coming in contact with Vil’s clit. When you begin to rub at it as you fuck him, Vil cries out, his mouth falling open with a loud click, and his clouded eyes rolling into his skull. He clenches like a vice around you, and if you didn’t know any better you’d think he may have cum.

Drool begins to pool from his mouth as you play with his clit, and he lets out weak groans when you thrust him particularly hard or deep. 

“I’m close,” you strain, because god you think you could get off just from looking at him, and the way he’s fluttering and clenching around you only gets you closer and closer to climax. Vil babbles something incomprehensible, drool continuing to fall from his mouth, puddling on the pillow and sheets beneath him, and thoroughly slicking his chin. 

One of his hands falls from where it’s been wrapped around your neck, and rubs at his belly. Your hips stutter as you catch his drift, 

“Fuck, yeah, ‘m gonna cum inside you Vil, gonna get you pregnant, gonna fill your womb, ungh, you want that?” he nods, his clit twitching under your fingers. 

“Cum with me- Vil- c’mon baby,” you feel like you’re teetering on a cliff edge, just moments away from coming face to face with your orgasm. 

He falls first, his groan of your name getting stifled as he slaps an arm over his mouth, squirting on your cock as you fuck him through it. You cum not long after, keeping your promise and snapping your hips flush against his as you pump him full of your cum. 

You stay seated inside Vil until he weakly pinches your skin with his other hand, a nonverbal cue that your fingers on his clit and your cock inside him are making him sore with overstimulation. Pulling out you take a second to watch your cum ooze out of his pussy. If he hadn’t communicated that he was sore, you wouldn’t hesitate to get your head between his thighs and clean him up with your mouth. 

Instead you flop down next to him, and take his cold body into your warm embrace. Vil removes his arm from covering his messy mouth, and snaps his jaw back into place. His eyes go unfocused as he looks at you next to him, and moving on instinct, he goes for your neck. His teeth just barely graze your skin before he realizes what he’s doing and resists the urge to devour you. Instead, Vil kisses your neck as an apology before pulling back.

Now that there's a bit of space between the two of you, you can get a good look at him. Vil looks properly fucked, his lipstick smudged, his mouth slick and sticky with drool, his mascara running slightly, his hair all out of place.

You can’t help but lean in and give him a loving kiss. Vil kisses back weakly, humming a tad mournfully against your lips. You think he’s probably still upset about nearly letting his monstrous inclinations take over. Through the kiss you try to convey that you trust him and love him. When you pull back there's a comfortable silence between the two of you for a brief second.

“Next time, I want to be the doctor,” Vil finally speaks, his voice rough and fried. You laugh, nuzzling into him, and pulling the comforter over the two of you. 

“Ooh I like that, can you be all fascinated and awed with my living body?” you prompt, causing Vil to crack a smile. 

“I think I could, at the very least, act like I would be “fascinated and awed”” he mimics you playfully. You laugh loudly, kissing him between giggles. 

“Whatever you say, Dr. Shoenheit,” you tease, kissing him again before he can get the last word in.

#cw spit #cw monsterfucking #cw breeding kink #cw medical kink #cw dumbification #i might expand this au.. who knows lol #bottom vil schoenheit #spice

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Douche Bag Jar Deposit: 2 Kings Tickets

summary - Your relationship with Neil seems to be putting a strain on your relationship with Jake. You just can’t figure out why and Jake doesn’t exactly feel like enlightening you.

warnings - New Girl au, fluff, angst, slowburn, language, not sure if you noticed but I did switch up my writing tense (blame one of my Bradley fics, I really didn’t realize it) so yeah in case you noticed here’s an explanation, timeskip bc we got to move the plot along but I’m not sure how obvious I made it, mentions of dead animals, this one’s kinda Not Funny™

this series is 18+, minors please do not interact

word count - 4.8k

she’s back, surprise! I was simply hit with the worst writer’s block and this chapter is my attempt to work through it, so I apologize for its quality. thank you all for being patient with me!    - bugs

the douche bag jar masterlist

Jake knew he was fucked when he found himself standing in an empty hallway of the movie theater with you glaring at him.

“What are you doing here?” You cross your arms, clearly agitated at the fact that, instead of watching a movie with Neil, you were here lecturing Jake while Bradley pesters your date with questions about his sinuses.

Jake chuckles nervously. “What do you mean, peach? Just watching a movie with my boys.”

You look entirely unamused, lips pursed, and Jake can tell that he’s exacerbated your patience.

“Look, I was worried about you, okay?” He can’t meet your eye, looking at the speckled ceiling of the movie theater as he runs a hand through his hair. “You don’t even know Niall—”

“Neil.”

Jake has to stop himself from rolling his eyes. “Neil. Are you sure he’s even a doctor? I’ve never met a man named Neil that hasn’t been a janitor.”

“Yes, I’m sure he’s a doctor,” you scoff. “Or did you forget when I face planted into your dresser?”

Jake didn’t forget. And that’s the problem. As much as Mickey loved to insist otherwise, Jake wasn’t here out of jealousy — well, okay he was, but that was only part of it. You’re his roommate. His peach. He was supposed to protect you. You weren’t supposed to worry about things like home invasions and hospitals with him. He was supposed to protect you and he’d failed.

And now you’re here with Dr. Neil, a man Jake doesn’t know who has stupid hair and a stupider face and takes you on dates where you share one drink with two straws because he’s probably a cheapskate. And Jake was supposed to just leave you alone?

“Peach, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to forget that.”

Jake knows he must look absolutely pathetic right now because your face softens and you drop your arms to your sides. “Jake…”

“Honestly, it’s more because you have the self-preservation skills of a drunk girl at a bachelorette party,” Jake tries to backtrack, scratching the back of his neck as the sudden tone shift makes him uncomfortable. “And your taste in men is—”

The words die in his throat when your arms wrap around him, your cheek resting on the fabric of his hoodie. Jake looks down at you startled, his breath catching when you squeeze him slightly. You smell like peaches, fresh and floral, and Jake takes a breath. Slowly, he lets his arms wrap around you.

“I’m sorry,” you say finally. “I didn’t realize you were scared.”

Jake scoffs slightly, keeping his eyes trained on the glowing, green exit sign a few feet away. “I wasn’t scared.”

You hum like you agree, but Jake knows you don’t believe him. If you were anyone else maybe Jake would want to try harder to make you, but he doesn’t. He just lets you hug him.

“Well, just in case you are,” you look up at him knowingly. “You should know that I’m not. You’re always there for me. And Bradley and Mickey. So I’m not scared because I know that, if anything happens, you’ll be there Jake.”

Your eyes are earnest, full of a kind of pride that Jake isn’t used to people feeling about him, and you smile softly. Jake swallows. Maybe he should just tell you the truth. That he didn’t miss your date because of work, but because he was so scared something might happen to you again that he had to talk through it all with a stripper. That he feels like you already expected him not to show and, he doesn’t know why, but it hurts him. That he—

A throat clears suddenly and you both separate quickly, turning to face Neil who’s standing at the entrance of the hall.

“Hey,” he glances between the two of you, but doesn’t say anything about what he no doubt just saw, holding his phone up. “I just got called into the hospital, so I should go…”

You nod, moving away from Jake to reach Neil and trying not to look too guilty. “Of course! And I’m so sorry about this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

Neil just smiles, shaking his head. “No need, I get it. I’ll text you, okay?”

He leans down to press a soft kiss to your cheek and you want to pinch yourself. How is he so understanding of your roommates crashing your date? You’d never watched that much Grey’s Anatomy, but even with that limited knowledge, you knew that Neil had to be more perfect than McDreamy.

“Oh,” he stops suddenly, turning back to face you. “And I’d recommend picking up some nasal spray for Bradley when you can, he has the most bizarre mucus buildup in his right nostril that I’ve ever seen.”

“Hey sailor, what— Oh, it’s you,” Diamond relaxes her shoulders, running a hand through her hair as she closes the door.

Jake frowns slightly. “You could pretend to look excited to see me.”

“Well, this,” she gestures to her lingerie-clad body, “isn’t exactly necessary with you, I would have liked to grab a robe.”

Jake’s eyes flicker over Diamond’s body. “It might be a little necessary— Ow!”

The riding crop Diamond had just thrown at him fell to the floor and Jake’s eyes widen in surprise when he realizes what it is. 

“You want the outfit, you get the full package. And I don’t think you can handle the full package,” she smirks at Jake’s baffled, and somewhat terrified, expression.

With one last look of terror, he goes to grab the light jacket he’d brought — giving the riding crop a very large girth — and hands it to Diamond. She almost looks surprised at the action, but takes the jacket from Jake without protest, sliding her arms through it and zipping it up.

“Thanks.”

Jake shrugs it off.

“Why do you do that?” Diamond asks, moving to sit in one of the upholstered chairs.

Jake follows her actions, sitting on the couch across from her. “Do what?”

“Get embarrassed when people see you as a good person.”

Jake wants to laugh. Because he’s not a good person. He knows he’s not. He ditches Bradley and Mickey all the time to hook up with girls. Sometimes, he spends the whole night flirting with one girl only to realize that her friend is hotter and so he starts flirting with her instead — this technique only has a 30% success rate. He laughs about things with his work friends that he knows he shouldn’t be laughing about. He tricks Bradley into opening the door when one of his past hookups is on the other side wanting to chew him out for being a dick. He sabotages Mickey’s attempts at flirting at the gym just because he thinks it’s funny.

Hell, he has to put money in fucking jar because of how not good of a person he is.

“I’m not a good person,” Jake tries to say lightly, shaking his head in disagreement. “I’m a douche bag. Ask anyone.”

Diamond smiles knowingly. “Your roommate thinks you’re a good person.”

Jake freezes.

“What do you call her— Peach? Yeah, Peach thinks you’re a good person. But you’re saying that you’re not a good person. So why does Peach think you are?” Though she’s only wearing his jacket, Jake can already picture Diamond in a cable knit cardigan, scribbling away on her notepad while she looks up at him through her little reading glasses.

He scoffs. “Peach does not think I’m a good person.”

“Jake, I haven’t even met her and I know she thinks the world of you,” Diamond’s looking at him almost skeptically, like it would be strange if he genuinely believed the words he was saying. “Every story you tell about her, she’s always sticking up for you.”

And you were always sticking up for him. You were the first to list all the nice things he’d done if an argument between him, Bradley, and Mickey got too personal. You didn’t laugh at jokes at his expense the same way they did — you only ever used the Douche Bag Jar when he deserved it. You started saving him the treats you baked when you realized he got home too late to try them.

He’d fucked up with you more times than he could count, and yet you still looked at him like you trusted him to do the right thing. 

Diamond smiles slightly, recognizing the realization dawning in Jake’s eyes. “Told you.”

“But she doesn’t—” Jake swallows. “I’m not though.”

“And why not?”

Jake thinks about that question his entire drive home. He drives like he’s on autopilot, not even bothering to turn on the radio. He thinks about it as he parks, getting out of his car and unlocking the front door with his key. He thinks about it in the elevator. He thinks about it when he enters the loft.

In fact, he’s still thinking about it when he catches you in the kitchen hours later.

“Hey, peach?”

“Uh huh?” You answer somewhat offhandedly, stretched out on your tiptoes to look for something in the cupboard.

Jake swallows his nerves, pretending to seem unbothered as he traces the kitchen island with his index finger. “Do you think I’m a good person?”

You stop your search, lowering onto your heels, and turn to Jake with a smile so heartfelt it has him holding his breath. “Of course I do, Jake.”

“I need your help.”

Mickey almost falls off his bed when his door swings open, a hand on his heart as he looks at you incredulously. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?!”

You smile sheepishly as an apology, stepping deeper into his room and shutting the door behind you. Mickey turns off his phone when he realizes you aren’t leaving, dropping it face down on his mattress to give you his full attention.

“What do you get a guy for your 4 month anniversary?” You sit on the end of his bed. “Because me and Neil’s is coming up and I don’t know what to get him.”

Mickey blinks at you. “You don’t get a guy anything for your 4 month anniversary.”

“What?” You scrunch your nose. “That can’t be true.”

“Well, it is,” Mickey matches your look, crossing his arms.

“But we made it through election day together!”

“That’s not something normal people celebrate. And it wasn’t even a primary election,” Mickey argues, sighing when you still looked unconvinced. “Look, you can get him something, but I promise you that he isn’t gonna have a gift for you. He probably won’t even remember.”

You deflate slightly, tucking your bottom lip into your teeth as you nod at his words. Mickey moves to sit next to you.

“You wanna tell me what this is actually about?”

“It’s just,” you play with your fingers nervously. “I was with Cooper for so long. I feel like I don’t even know how to start a relationship anymore. I just don’t want to mess it up.”

Mickey’s quiet for a moment and you look up at him curiously, wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have confided in him as much as you did. You love the guys and you know they love you too, but they aren’t always the best with feelings.

Once you came back to the loft sobbing because you’d accidentally hit a bird on the way home and Bradley thought the best way to comfort you was by telling you about all the animals he’s hit. You sat in the living room, horror growing on your features and even more tears streaming down your cheeks, as he recounted each horrific murder with a panicked, awkward laugh. Jake finally put an end to his misery by placing a bag of Starbursts in your hand and turning on Thor: Ragnarok.

“Alright,” Mickey gets up suddenly. “Come on.”

“What?” You blink at him.

Mickey’s already at the door and he twists his neck to look at you. “We’re getting Neil a 4 month anniversary present. Let’s go.”

You’re practically bouncing in excitement when you return to the loft, Neil’s gift in your hand. You and Mickey had searched the mall for a little over an hour to find something that was nice, but not too nice for a gift. Ultimately, you landed on a new phone charger.

Neil’s current phone charger was fraying at both ends and had to be inserted into your phone a very specific way if you wanted it to actually charge. Most times you spent the night at his place, you woke up to a dead phone. It was practical, and not overly extravagant, and Mickey agreed it would make a good gift. 

Bradley and Jake both look up when you enter, the two of them sitting on the couch together watching old episodes of Bachelor in Paradise. Bradley snorts when he sees you.

“What’s with Happy Feet?”

Mickey suppresses his own amused smirk when you break out into a happy dance. “She made it through election day with Neil.”

“Which is totally an accomplishment and warrants a gift,” you pause your happy dance to add and then you get excited all over again and go back to it.

“I mean, not really,” Bradley munches on a piece of popcorn. “But it is very you. So if he likes ya, he’s probably into that too.”

You smile brightly. “You think so?”

“I’m sorry, am I the only one who doesn’t care about this?” Jake rolls his eyes, turning up the volume of the television.

The guys look at him weirdly and your brows furrow.

“Are you okay, Jake?”

“I’m fine,” he doesn’t sound fine. “I’m just trying to watch TV and I can’t hear over you talking.” 

You glance at Mickey and he shrugs in response, just as confused as you by Jake’s sudden mood shift. 

“Okay… I’m sorry then,” you apologize after a moment. “We’ll be quieter.”

Jake just scoffs. Since his session with Diamond and your resulted admittance that you thought Jake was a good person, he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it. He hates it. That he wants to be good for you. Because you aren’t his, you have Neil — you never shut up about him actually. Jake can’t take it, the way you look at him with pride and admiration, the way you’re the only person who looks at him like that. If he were a normal person, maybe it wouldn’t bother Jake that you look at him that way.

But he’s a douche bag.

“What are we doing for dinner?” Mickey grabs a couple takeout menus off the fridge.

You shrug. “I’m actually having dinner with Neil tonight. Wait, do you think I should give him his present then? Or should I wait and do it later? It’s kind of a fancy restaurant so I don’t know if that means that he’s planning on getting me something or not.”

“I think—”

“Is this what all chicks sound like before a date?” Jake says offhandedly, loudly. “Or just you, peach?”

Again, you shoot him a look, but his eyes are still glued on the television. Mickey’s standing awkwardly with two takeout menus in his hand and Bradley is staring at Jake with raised brows. Jake doesn’t seem to pay attention to any of it.

With a huff, you set down your bag with Neil’s charger, marching over to the couch and standing in front of the TV.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You put your hands on your hips.

“Would you move? I can’t see the screen.”

Your lips part slightly in shock and even Bradley seems to have had enough, hitting Jake on the arm. “Dude, knock it off.”

“What?” Jake raises his hands defensively. “All I’m saying is that she’s thinking way too hard about something Neil probably found a groupon for. It’s not like we have to sit through all this pretending he didn’t.”

Unable to take anymore of Jake’s sudden attitude, you grab his arm and pull him from the couch. You’re aware that, if he wanted to, he could have stayed seated, he’s quite a bit stronger than you. But he’s off the cushions with minimal effort which means that, on some level, he’s still recognizable. You stop when you're in the hall, turning to face him, and it feels almost like a recreation of your talk in the movie theater 4 months ago.

“What is your deal, Jake?”

Jake scoffs, crossing his arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do,” you point an accusatory finger at him. “You’re being mean to me and I want to know why.”

“Well, for starters, if you’re going to be calling me shit like a ‘meanie’, maybe we should wait for you to get to 9th grade before we talk about this,” he wiggles your finger mockingly.

You pull back a bit, blinking in disbelief. “Why are you being like this?”

“I’m not being like anything,” Jake shrugs. “I’ve always been like this.”

“No, you haven’t.”

You say it like you mean it, like you’re surprised Jake’s being an ass. Jake doesn’t know why, what impression he gave you that makes you think that he’s not a massive dick. But, whatever it was, it wasn’t his fault — that’s all on you. If you’re naive enough to think that he wouldn’t make fun of your stupid boyfriend and laugh in your face, then clearly you didn’t know him at all.

“You know, I never had to deal with this before you moved in,” Jake’s acutely aware that what he’s saying will make you hate him. He wants it too. “Even Bradley kept his shit to himself. Has it ever occurred to you that I just don’t want to hear every fucking detail of your life?”

Your eyes are starting to become glassy and Jake can almost see the fight leaving your body. He knows he should stop. He wants you mad at him, he doesn’t want to make you cry. He knows he should just leave, go to his room or something and cool off before he does something he can’t take back. He knows he should stop.

But he doesn’t.

“The only reason we even let you become our roommate was because you’re friends with models, anyway. So forgive me if I’m not all that interested in your fucking dinner plans, peach.”

“Don’t.” 

The anger clouding over Jake’s eyes clears and he’s able to see you now. The tears you’d been attempting to hold back are rolling down your cheeks and you’re glaring at him — though Jake isn’t sure he can even call it a glare, not when it’s full of so much hurt and betrayal.

“Do not call me that,” you wipe a tear from your cheek angrily, your voice quiet but firm. “Don’t you ever call me that again. You don’t get to anymore.”

You take a deep, shaky breath and Jake is sure that you’re too upset to realize every part of his body has been replaced with guilt. It hits Jake then — what he just said — and he thinks that, this time, he might have fucked up so bad that you’ll never forgive him for it. Not that he blames you.

He wants to take it all back, get you to hate him in a way that doesn't involve ruining your perception of your relationship with, not just him, but Bradley and Mickey too. More than anything, when he sees the thinly guarded devastation in your eyes, he just wants to know what you’re thinking.

You’re storming off before Jake can open his mouth, slamming the door of your room, and Mickey follows after you. It then that Jake remembers his other friends are even there and he lets out a shaky sigh. Bradley’s looking at him in disappointment when Jake turns around.

“That was super fucked up, dude.”

Jake swallows, ducking down so he doesn’t have to meet his eye. He tries to scoff it off, play it like he’s unfazed. Bradley’s known him long enough to know how bad of a person he is, he shouldn’t be surprised. “What are you gonna do? Jar me?”

“Yeah, actually,” Bradley seems uncharacteristically calm, his face blank and his voice even. “I am. So you can put our two LA Kings tickets in there. Because you weren’t being a douche bag, you were being a fucking asshole.”

Jake doesn’t even protest.

“Are you okay?”

After Jake had, not so kindly, let you know how he really felt about you, you barely made it in your room before you started sobbing. Admittedly, you were somewhat embarrassed about how much Jake had made you cry, but you thought he was your friend. You thought he cared about you — or even liked you at the very least. He didn’t. He’d made that very clear.

You had half the mind to text Neil, letting him know that you weren’t feeling well and would have to miss dinner. As always, he was incredibly understanding, going as far as offering to stop by and give you a check up. You may have forgotten he was a doctor when you typed out the excuse. 

Mickey entered your room in almost as soon as you sent your final text to Neil, thanking him for his kindness and letting him know that it wasn’t necessary. You can still remember the look on his face when he locked eyes with you.

It’s silent for a moment, the two of you just looking at one another. You’re sure you look like such a mess — Mickey’s presence has renewed the tears with a vigor. You curl up under one of your blankets almost defensively, holding a pillow to your chest.

“Is what Jake said— Do you all feel that way?”

Mickey looks down, before he moves to sit down next to you at the head of the bed. He puts a hand on your knee comfortingly.

“No.”

The word hangs in the air, short and simple. You suck in a breath, some of the weight on your chest lifting, and relax your near vice grip on your pillow.

You suppose, in some capacity, Jake knows you. He has to if he knows how to hurt you this bad. Knowing Natasha your whole life, though you love her more than anything, wasn’t always the easiest. She was pretty, and popular, and well liked. You were the girl who knew probably way too many animal facts.

And it wasn’t that people at school were openly mean to you, they just pretended to like you. They put up with you for Natasha’s sake. Then you got older, started going out with Natasha and her model friends, and it was the same thing. Guys begrudgingly listening to you drunkenly ramble about the electoral college, before ultimately ditching you the minute they’d stuck around long enough that one of your friends noticed them.

And you’d suck it up and get over it, maybe make a couple jokes about it, because ultimately those guys didn’t matter. There were plenty of guys who did like you and those guys at bars usually sucked anyway. So why should you care if a guy who doesn’t matter thinks you’re weird, or annoying, or too much? But Jake mattered. Jake mattered and he felt that way about you too.

“Hey,” Mickey shakes your knee lightly and you realize you’ve started crying again. “I promise you we don’t feel that way, I don’t think even Jake feels that way. I mean, yeah, at first we were kind of hesitant, but that was only because we’d never had a girl roommate before. And sure, the friends with models thing helped a bit, but when’s the last time we even hung out with them? We’re not keeping you around ‘cause of your friends. I honestly can’t imagine our lives without you anymore.”

Neil’s hand strokes the inside of your thigh as he glances at you worriedly and you realize he’s still waiting for a reply. 

You turn away from the passenger side window with a weak smile. “Yeah, sorry. Just got lost in thought.”

To make up for your missed dinner date, Bradley had gifted you two tickets to an LA Kings hockey game. You tried to refuse them, insisting that Bradley would have far more fun with whoever he was taking and you and Neil could always do something else. But Bradley was putting them in your hand anyway, saying something cryptic about how he’d have “a lot more fun not going and just watching it here”. So you texted Neil about it and he responded quite enthusiastically.

“Okay,” Neil still sounds unsure, giving your leg a small squeeze as he keeps focused on the road. “We don’t have to go to the game if you aren’t feeling up to it.”

“No, I want to! I’m really excited,” you do your best to perk up. Because you do want to have a good time with Neil. Jake doesn’t get to ruin this too.

Neil smiles, moving to grab your hand and brings it up to his lips to press a peck to the back. “Alright. Let’s get a churro in you and maybe you’ll feel better, yeah? Doctor’s orders.”

“Hey, teach.”

You look up when there’s a soft knock at the door and Bradley’s smiling at you softly.

“Hey, Bradshaw.”

Since the school year had started and you’d been coming home absolutely exhausted from your 3rd graders, Bradley had taken to calling you “teach”. It was mainly because Jake got very upset when anyone that wasn’t him called you “peach” and the fact that the two names were incredibly similar wasn’t lost on anyone. But then it just became your thing.

Bradley moves to sit next to you on the other side of the bed, sandwiching you between him and Mickey. With a small sniffle, you rest your head on his shoulder.

“How you feelin’?”

You shrug. “Where’s Jake?”

“He left. He’s gotta—” Bradley sighs, shaking his head. “I don’t even know. Figure out how not to be a massive asshole or something.”

“I don't want you guys to fight because of me. You’re best friends,” you frown slightly at the thought.

Bradley looks down at you and it’s a bit of an awkward angle with you leaning on him, but he makes it work. “You’re my best friend too, teach.”

“Yeah,” Mickey speaks up from your other side. “We love you. Who else would put up with all the stupid shit we do?”

“Like when I mistook hemorrhoid cream for toothpaste and started freaking out and you calmed me down and called Neil for me.”

“Or when you pretended to be my baby mama so we could get a discount at Applebee’s.”

“Or when you organized a funeral when Helen Mirren died.”

“Or when you taught me how to line dance so I could fit in at my coworker’s white ass wedding.”

“Or—”

“Okay, okay,” you let out a watery giggle, wiping at your eyes. “I get it, I’m totally awesome.”

Mickey smiles nudging you with his shoulder lightly. “Yeah, you are.”

You look between the two guys, your eyes watering for an entirely different reason. They’re some of the best people you’ve ever met, you realize. The kind of people that you want to know forever. And, even though you’d never be able to explain it if asked, you just know that you are going to know them forever. That, no matter what happens, there’s always going to be Bradley and Mickey.

“So, we good?” Bradley holds a pinky out for you and Mickey mirrors it.

“Yeah,” you interlock with both their pinkies. “We’re good. I only moved in because I thought you guys had hot friends too.”

“Alright, smartass.”

“YES!”

Neil laughs when you jump up in excitement. “Babe, that was the Avs that just scored.”

“I know,” you go to sit back down next to him, hardly aware of some of the nearby Kings fans glaring at you. “I like rooting for both teams.”

Neil’s arm is wrapped around your shoulder and, at your words, he places a kiss on your temple. “You’re cute.”

You smile. 

Because Neil is oh so perfect and amazing, he was able to take your mind off of everything pretty quickly. As promised, he got you a churro and he even took the time to explain all the rules to you when you got confused. You were genuinely having a great time, finally able to focus on just being with Neil without the confusion of everything else.

“Oh!”

You pull from him slightly, straightening when you remember the little bag with a charger you’d left in your room. You meant to give it to Neil tonight, but it’s only now that you realize you forgot to even bring it.

Neil shoots you a look. “What?”

Your mouth opens to explain, but you pause for a moment. Clearly Neil wasn’t expecting a gift from you. If he was, he probably would have said something about election day… probably. Maybe, though you were still very much mad at him, there was one thing Jake had been right about. Maybe you were thinking too hard about the meanings of things in your relationship with Neil. 4 month anniversaries, especially ones that coincide with election day, really aren’t that important when you think about it.

You shake your head, getting more comfortable under Neil’s arm again. “Nothing. I’m just having a lot of fun right now.”

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Second Chance - Chapter 12

Masterlist

Warning: none besides fluff and mention of treatment change.

Word count: 2.5k

It was a combination of things that woke Yelena up. There was a stiffness in her neck, and the smell of food pulled her out of sleep. She rubbed her eyes to push away the sleep and sat up quickly. Where was she? This wasn’t in her room. Instead, she was still on your couch in your suite. “Oh, you’re up,” Yelena said towards the sound of your voice. You were in the kitchen. “Breakfast is almost done. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I made everything.” Yelena chuckled at your awkwardness as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head, ignoring how your eyes glanced at her shirt move and reveal her stomach.

Eggs and bacon were already made, and you were pouring pancake batter into a hot pan. There was coffee brewing in the pot with syrup, butter, and creamer for the coffee out on the counter. A weird feeling bloomed in Yelena’s stomach, but she pushed it away. “Thank you for cooking,” she began to put together her plate. “Sorry, I fell asleep here.” You poured two cups of coffee and put some food on your plate. Yelena was glad to see you eating.

“It was my fault I fell asleep on you,” you smiled. “What’s your plan for today?” Your back was to her as you focused on the pancake you were making. Yelena was struggling with how domestic this all felt. She couldn’t stop her mind from creating a scenario in her head. After a mission, she would come home and fall asleep with your arms around her. Then, she would wake up to the smell of breakfast. Maybe she could convince Stark to let Fanny stay in the tower. “Yelena, is my food that bad it’s rendered you speechless?” Her cheeks blushed at being caught.

“Sorry,” she mumbled. “I was stuck in my head. What did you say?” You smiled and played with the ring on your finger. Oh, you were not making this easy for her.

“What do you have going on today?” There was a lot she needed to do. Her mission report still needed to be completed. She needed to call Melina for an update on the remaining Widows under Dreykov’s control. She couldn’t remember if she had a meeting with Maria or Natasha. Instead of telling you all that, she shook her head.

“I’ve got nothing going on,” you were quiet as you flipped the pancake. “Would you like to do something?” She tried to keep the hope out of her voice. Sighing, you turned to face her with your arms crossed.

“I have a doctor’s appointment in about two hours,” you said slowly. “Would you like to go with me?” It was rare that Yelena was speechless. “I mean, you don’t have to. You are probably busy, but we can do something when I’m done. If you-”

“Dorogoy,” the Russian pet name, flowed so easily off her tongue that it caught you off guard. You tilted your head, silently asking what she said. “If you want me to come with you, I will.” She saw it as an incredible honor and a great deal of trust. She wasn’t going to waste it. You smiled.

“Okay, we’ll finish breakfast and meet on the common floor.” Yelena sipped her coffee and watched you make more pancakes. You seemed different while you cooked. Your posture was relaxed. You were humming to a tune Yelena wasn’t familiar with and danced to whatever song you were singing. You looked happy. It took a lot of self-control for Yelena to remain in her seat when she wanted to join you.

*

When you opened your door, you weren’t expecting to see Tony in front of you. “Oh, hi,” you smiled and closed the door behind you. “What can I do for you this fine morning?” You opened your bag to ensure you had your wallet, phone, and a small sketchbook.

“You have a doctor’s appointment today, right?” You nodded, and both walked over to the elevator. “Is someone going with you?”

“Yes,” you bite your lip. “Uh, Yelena is coming with me,” the man grabbed your arm to stop you before left the elevator.

“Belova is going with you,” he said, pulling you to the couch. “Why?” That was a great question, and you weren’t sure how to answer. It felt right.

“I want her too,” you shrugged. “And we may hang out after, so it made sense,” you said, sitting on the couch and dropping your bag onto the floor. He stared at you, blinking a few times, then his brown eyes squinted at you.

“Are you and Belova sleeping together?” he bluntly asked. Your eyes went wide, and you felt your body heat up.

“No,” you said quickly. Tony gave you a pointed look and sat down next to you. “We are just hanging out. Besides, I don’t do relationships with this going on,” you crossed your arms. “It wouldn’t be fair to the person I was seeing.”

“Well, whatever you do, use protection,” you groaned, throwing your head back. He was so annoying with that. The smile on his face told you all you needed to know. He liked pushing his buttons. “Are you telling Dr. Carpenter about Morgan?” Damn, that was a mood killer.

“Yup,” you popped the ‘p’. He nodded and stood up.

“I don’t care what you do after, but can you come back here to discuss the next steps?” You nodded, and he kissed your forehead. It was subconscious to lean into his touch. You watched the man head towards his lab. With a sigh, you placed your elbows on your knees and covered your face with your hands. It clicked on why you asked. Yelena instead of Tony, Pepper, or even Kate. She wasn’t going to try to convince you to change your mind. She said it herself; she was there to support you and not change your mind. But where are you making the right choice?

A body sat down next to you. Glancing between your fingers, you saw it was Kate and smiled. However, your smile dropped when you saw the worried look on her face. “Are you and Blondie good?” You chuckled that she used the nickname you gave the Black Widow.

“Yeah, Yelena and I are good.” Her eyes went wide; you thought they would pop out of her head. You chuckled and shook your head. “She apologized, and we decided to try this friendship again.” You winced at the term.

“Did you just friend zone here?” Kate questioned. You sighed. The archer laughed, pumping her shoulder against you. “I’m joking. I know this whole thing is complicated.” That was one way to describe it. You were so terrified of these feelings that were developing for Yelena. You wished you met her under different circumstances. “Just be honest with her,” she squeezed your shoulder as the elevator doors opened, and Yelena stepped onto the floor. She wore black fitted jeans with combat books that came to her ankles. As your eyes trailed up, her white top was cropped, and a long yellow plaided jacket was over her shoulders. “You are starring,” Kate mumbled. You snapped out of it and stood up suddenly, picking up your bag. You heard Kate chuckle next to you, but your eyes stayed on Yelena.

“Ready?” You asked. The blonde smiled.

“I am if you are,” you waved goodbye to Kate and reentered the elevator.

“Thank you for coming with,”

“No place I’d rather me.”

*

“Are you nervous?” Yelena asked as the nurse left when she took your vitals. Your leg wouldn’t stop shaking. Today would be the day you were going to tell Dr. Carpenter there was a match for the bone marrow transplant. You were terrified about how he’d take the news. You felt a hand on your shaking leg, and you jumped. “Shit, sorry,” Yelena went to pull her hand away, but you kept it there. The skin her hand touched felt on fire, but your leg stopped shaking.

“Were you talking to me?” The blonde chuckled.

“I was.” Oh. Your body felt warm from embarrassment. “I asked if you were okay.” Sighing, you shrugged.

“Just want to get this over with,” when the door opened, she removed her hand, and you hated how much you missed it.

“There she-Oh!” Dr. Carpenter stopped himself when he saw the blonde sitting in the corner. “I don’t believe we’ve met,” he extended his hand to her. “Lucas Carpenter,” her eyes went up to her eyebrows as she hesitantly took his hand. He violently shook her arm, almost toppling out of her chair. You cleared your throat to cover the laugh that nearly escaped.

“This is Yelena,” you said to your doctor. The Black Widow was still recovering from her shock. “She’s a friend.” You ignored the way his lips curled up at the end. “So,” you folded your hands and placed your hands in your lap. “I have something to tell you.” The hope is his eyes almost stopped you from lying. Your mouth became dry, and you could no longer look at him. “Tony couldn’t find a match,” the lie tasted bitter on your tongue. You heard the shaky breath the doctor let out. Glancing over at Yelena, she was watching you intently. Her eyes were soft, but she kept her mouth shut. You were grateful for that.

“Okay,” the doctor said. So here’s what we do.” His voice became white noise. The stuff he was saying was important, and you knew that, but you couldn’t bring yourself to listen. You were so tired, and all you wanted was a hug from your mom.

*

Yelena watched you leave with the nurse to take your blood. Dr. Carpenter sighed and rubbed his forehead. “She’s lying to me, right?” The blonde never trusted medical professionals when it came to her injuries, and maybe it was breaking your trust.

“She is,” Yelena admitted. “Her half-sister is a match, but she does not want her to go through it.” The doctor nodded and stood up.

“This is going to be very hard for her,” he told the blonde. “The best way to help her is to keep her spirits high. If she loses faith, then all will be lost.”

Your doctor’s words rang through her head as she waited for you. ‘Keep her spirits high.’ Yelena saw how you sank into yourself while he told you the changes to your treatment. She quickly texted Kate to bring her motorcycle to her location. The archer was quick to call her. “Are you dying? Do you have a gun to your head?” The Black Widow rolled her eyes.

“I’m outside her doctor’s office. I’m fine,” she deadpanned.

“You never let me touch your bike. Even when I wanted to take America on a date,” that was true; her bike was her baby. Not even her sister was allowed to touch it. Yelena glanced at the door. Through the window, she saw you speaking with the receptionist.

“Has she told you?” Yelena questioned. “About Morgan?”

“Yes, she told you?” The surprise tone didn’t hurt the blonde. It surprised her that you told her the truth.

“She told her doctor today, and I want to make her smile again.”

“That is so cute,” Kate cooed. “I’ll bring it over now.”

“Who are you on the phone with?” Yelena jumped at your sudden appearance. She hung up quickly, not offering another word to Kate.

“You,” she placed her hand over her chest. The organ was thumping against her hand. “You almost gave me a heart attack.” You giggled, and Yelena knew it was the best sound in the world, even if it was at her expense.

“Come on, let’s get back to the tower,” you started to walk towards her car.

“Actually,” she grabbed your hand and spun you around. The action caught you off guard, and you stumbled against her chest. “Well, hello there,” you rolled your eyes and took a step back. Yelena couldn’t stop the frown that formed on her face. There is a coffee shop nearby that I want to try. Care to join me?” You smiled.

“Are you buying?” You asked, linking her arm with yours.

“It would be fun if I let a pretty lady pay.” Your body shook against hers.

“Shut up.”

*

You knew what she was doing. Every joke and story she told was trying to brighten your mood. It was hard not to smile or laugh at her stories. Still, this heaviness surrounded you. It was the same feeling when the doctors told you that your mom was never going to wake up. Dark. Heavy. Sad. So you tried to smile and fake it, but Yelena saw right through it. It was her eyes. They were so expressive. You found yourself getting lost in them over the coffee and pastries.

She held open the door for you to exit the cafe, and your eyes landed on a motorcycle that wasn’t there when you walked into the restaurant. You whistled. “Now that is a nice bike.” Your mom was never a fan of motorcycles, so you admired them from afar. The body of the bike was chrome black with red accents.

“I didn’t know you were into bikes,” you shrugged.

“I think they are kind of sexy,” the blonde laughed, walked over it, and climbed on the back. “What are you doing?” She picked up the helmet.

“This beauty is mine. He is a Ducati Panigale V2 with a 955 cc V-twin engine,” she explained. “He is the only man I trust between my legs.” She winked at you. You laughed so hard that you snorted, which caused Yelena to laugh. “Get on,” she said once you’ve calmed down.

“Excuse me?” you asked. The idea of being that close to her made you panic.

“I want to take you somewhere,” Yelena said, handing you the helmet you slowly took from her.

“I have to go back to the tower,” you told her. Tony wants to know what Dr. Carpenter said.” It was a weak excuse, but it was the only thing you could think of, so you did not have to get on the bike.

“Your father can wait a few hours, and I will take the blame for it,” she held out her hand. Do you trust me?” Your stomach and heart screamed yes! You trusted her for only knowing her for such a short time, but your logical brain held you back. Your brain was trying to protect your heart.

“I trust you,” your heart said. You took her hand, and she held it until you got on.

“Helmet on,” you said, placing the helmet on your head and tightening the strap under your chin. Perfect! I’ll take it slow, but lean when I lean, and hold on tight.” You let out a shaky breath and moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her waist. You huffed.

“It’s so unfair how warm you are,” the rumble of her laughter made you smile, and you rested your head on her back.

“Hold on tight, krasivvy (beautiful),” she said over the bike’s roar, and you held on tight, trusting her with all your might.

_

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[cryoculus]

— people pleaser ⟢

pairing: thoma x ex-assassin!reader

summary: it’s been three weeks since you left for yashiori island, and saying that thoma was stoked to have you back was an understatement. but as the days passed, he noticed something quite...distressing.

word count: 5.7k words

notable characters: thoma, kamisato ayaka, kamisato ayato, gorou, yae miko

tags: jealousy, misunderstandings, light angst, suggestive themes

notes: this is a guard dog side story that was written for thoma's birthday back in january 2022!

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“Miss Kira!”

Naturally, Thoma was the first to greet you by the gates once you and Ayato finally made it back. He took it upon himself to take the bag you brought off your hands, beaming at you like a puppy who just met its owner after being gone all day. Well, in hindsight, that’s not too far-off an analogy.

You shot him a tired smile, lacing your arms around his neck to peck him on the cheek. “Hey, pretty boy. Did you miss me?”

“You bet,” he replied with a chuckle before pulling away to turn to Ayato. “I’m glad to see you’re well, too, my lord. Any progress with the investigation?”

The Yashiro Commissioner heaved a long-winded sigh, handing his own luggage to the other guards. “Barely. Locating the wards was quite tricky. We had Doctor Shinya with us, too. He’s a learned gentleman from the Sumeru Academia, so if he can’t locate them even with the guidance of our Yashiori native, Miss Kira, then it’s best if we went back to the drawing board.”

Thoma nodded in understanding. “I see. No wonder you got back so early. But is it really alright to leave the Tatarigami unattended?” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you insisted, patting him on the shoulder. “‘Yato over here made good on the diplomatic interventions you and milady have been overseeing in his stead. He talked some former resistance soldiers into keeping an eye out for the situation. So it’s all good.”

…Alright, Thoma was more than glad to hear that Ayaka’s efforts to restore Narukami’s relationship with the Sangonomiya faction have borne fruit. But did you just call the head of the Kamisato House ‘Yato?

Ayato didn’t seem fazed by this, though—chuckling as you all headed inside. “It’s as the lady says. Sangonomiya Kokomi has agreed to cooperate with the ongoing investigation, since the Tatarigami also poses a threat to the safety of her own citizens.”

You snorted. “We nearly got kicked out of Sangonomiya Shrine when you criticized the way they prepared their sashimi, though. I know you’re a big shot and all, but you should seriously keep things to yourself sometimes.”

“I did no such thing. I simply suggested that it would be better if they served them fresh!”

“That’s not how the shrine maidens saw it…”

Thoma was no stranger to conversations that had nothing to do with him, and thus couldn’t relate to. It’s a staple for a chief retainer to stand on the sidelines and simply let his charge do all the talking. But the…familiar way in which you addressed Ayato was something entirely new to him. He didn’t think you’d ever spoken to someone else in the estate (someone that wasn’t Thoma, at least) in the same, animated manner you conversed with the Commissioner. Despite being officially hailed as a retainer of the house, you still had your reservations for the people that got close to you.

He used to pride himself for being one of the select few you’d fully put your faith in, but…

“Now that you mentioned it, I did come off as too forward for someone that’s already asking for a favor,” Ayato sighed. “This is why I let Ayaka handle all the formalities instead. Let’s send them an…apology package, shall we?”

“Sure. I’ll help you pick some stuff out in the city after I get a good night’s sleep,” you said. “Gods know it wasn’t exactly comfortable sharing a tent with you of all people.”

The moment the words left your lips, Thoma felt his brain short-circuit and jumpstart back into motion right after. You and Ayato shared a tent. For three weeks. His girlfriend slept in the same, close proximity as his lord. And they were acting completely casual about it!

This is probably just nothing, he assured himself—albeit poorly. Right…?

Thoma took all of that in stride. Of course he did. He’s Thoma—the level-headed, even-tempered housekeeper of the Kamisato House! It’s in his job description to take things in stride. So when he decided to tail you and Ayato to your impromptu shopping trip to Inazuma City the next day, his actions didn’t bear any ill will at all!   

He was as discreet as a Mondstadter could be smack in the middle of Inazuma. Making himself scarce was something that Thoma has had trouble with for the longest time. Everything about him screamed outlander no matter how much he tried to dress himself up as a local. But you and Ayato didn’t seem privy to his advances—sampling dishes from Kiminami Restaurant without a care in the world. 

You weren’t really up to anything suspicious so far. But the fact that Ayato insisted that you two go out without any guards was already worth looking into. It didn’t help that you hadn’t spoken a word about this before heading to bed either. 

To Thoma’s relief, you still opted to sleep in his room last night like you always did before. The feel of you snuggling against his body underneath the sheets was a feeling he missed so much, he could almost cry. So even if he wanted to break the ice by asking how you and Ayato had suddenly grown closer, the chief retainer couldn’t stand the idea of ruining the cozy atmosphere that he hasn’t felt in weeks. Besides, he might just be reading into it too much. Thoma does that a lot these days. 

“Hm? Thoma? Is that you?”

He nearly jumped out of the bush he was hiding in at the sound of another voice, hiding the binoculars (that he definitely didn’t steal from your drawer) from view. However, when Thoma saw who exactly caught him stalking you from such a high vantage point like a psychopath, he could only crane his head in confusion.

“General Gorou?” he half-asked, half-greeted. “What brings you here?”

“Um,” he began awkwardly, ears perking up. “This is my hiding spot, too, so…”

Thoma didn’t even know where to begin asking about the general’s predicament, but he decided not to press the matter. This wasn’t the first time he’s spoken to Gorou—given the peace talks he was mandated to attend by Ayaka’s side. But this was definitely the first he’s seen him loitering around the city.

“Who are you…?” Gorou squinted from the cliff’s edge where Thoma decided to conduct his stakeout, following it up with a quick— “Oh.”

“...Don’t tell me you see them from all the way up here.”

“Don’t tell me you’re performing an espionage mission on your own charge!”

Oh, right. Of course Gorou would focus on Ayato; not you. 

“I’m not,” he explained. “I’m just…”

For a moment, Thoma considered unloading the troubles he’s been harboring since yesterday onto this not-so stranger. Gorou wasn’t someone who he saw on the regular, so surely it wouldn’t hurt to confide his girl-problems in the guy? Besides, from his contributions to the peace talks alone, Thoma could tell he was someone who gave top-tier advice. 

But before he could even speak a word, Gorou suddenly froze up—body reflexively easing into a defensive stance. “Tch… My apologies, but I’ll have to make an abrupt leave or else she’ll catch me.”

“...She?”

The general immediately bolted away from the shrubs, scampering back to the streets of Inazuma City and leaving Thoma more clueless than he was to begin with. 

When Thoma glanced back at Kiminami Restaurant through the binoculars, he realized that you and Ayato had already left in the midst of his chance meeting with Gorou. Great. Now he had no one to stake out for. 

“You there.”

Thoma jolted in surprise once again—immediately assuming that an officer from the Tenryou Commission was probably going to scold him for going over the fences. But when he whirled around, it wasn’t a bulky soldier that greeted his sight, but rather a familiar shrine maiden with a cunning air to her.

“Have you seen a little fox boy running around?” Yae Miko asked with a sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We have a deadline coming up soon, and he just keeps slipping right underneath my nose. What a pain, that one.”

“Uhh…” Something told him Gorou was going to be very happy if Thoma did him a solid right here, right now. “Nope. I’m sorry to disappoint you, Lady Guuji.”

She sighed, crossing her arms with a resigned look. “Well, frankly, I can’t be bothered to chase after him now. How about you entertain me instead, Kamisato retainer?”

It took him a moment to realize that Yae Miko actually remembered who he was, and Thoma swallowed the lump in his throat before hopping back over the fence—leaving the binoculars hidden in the shrubs to retrieve later.

“How may I be of service?” he asked nervously.

Yae Miko gave him a single look that was enough to make any lesser man cower. It’s a good thing he regularly accompanied Ayaka to her meetings with the priestess at the shrine. Else, Thoma might’ve grovelled at her feet from the pressure of her gaze alone.

“Give me your palm, would you?” she requested softly. 

Thoma blinked. “Pardon?”

“Your palm, boy. I’d like to read it.”

He still didn’t fully understand what she was trying to make him do, but Thoma unfastened the harnesses on his right glove—flexing his fingers a bit before extending it to Yae Miko. The priestess took his hand in her much softer ones, and while the other men from the Yashiro Commission preferred women who were soft to the touch, he’d developed a fondness for your calloused palms. The same hands that he held in his own during colder nights or a simple stroll around Ritou. The same hands he wouldn’t mind holding for the rest of his life.

Wait. Why was he thinking about you when—

“You’re a fire elemental,” Yae Miko murmured, tracing the lines on his palm firmly. “That explains the Pyro Vision, yes. Hmm… Good vitality, strong mental constitution, relatively stable, and… Oh?”

Thoma felt his stomach drop. He did not like the sound of that.

“I-Is anything wrong, Lady Guuji?” he asked dryly.

The priestess continued running her finger along his palms, as if tracing a poem out of his skin. She had a hint of a smile playing on her lips, but Thoma knew better than to deduce a kitsune’s intentions from their facial expressions alone. 

“Your other lines are in order, but your heart line… Quite shallow,” Yae Miko sighed, shaking her head. “This means you’re more sensitive and vulnerable than the rest. For someone who’s stood by Kamisato Ayaka’s side all this time, this is quite the surprise. You’ve always come off as a level-headed person to me, but I suppose living here as an outlander makes your heart waver every so often. Am I right?”

…How on earth did she find all that out just by reading his palms?

“From the look on your face, I can tell that you’re going through something unpleasant as well,” she continued, letting go of his hand with a stern look. “I don’t know the specifics but it would be good to actually speak to the person or people involved. There’s no point in punishing yourself with uncertainty when their reassurance is readily attainable. Isn’t that right, Kamisato retainer?”

Now he knew why some of the shrine maidens at the estate spoke of Yae Miko with a hint of fear in their words. She was way too perceptive!

“It’s an honor to receive direct counsel from you, Lady Guuji,” Thoma said with a small bow. “Thank you very much. I’ll make sure to reflect on it.”

“Oh, reflection alone won’t get you anywhere, sweet boy,” she chuckled behind her hand. “Rather, you should act on it. Playing the people pleaser can only last you for so long in a place like this. I’m sure you know that well—being an outlander and all.”

That hit a little too close to home, but Thoma didn’t make it evident on his face. “I understand. Thank you again.”

That day, Thoma decided against searching the city for yours and Ayato’s whereabouts. Instead, he went straight home and leveled the hedges faster than the time it would take for three people to do the job. Yae Miko’s words repeated themselves like a mantra in his head, and all he could do to cope was keep himself busy.

Playing the people pleaser can only last you so long in a place like this.

You and the Commissioner didn’t return until nightfall, and Thoma didn’t voice out a single complaint—receiving you and his charge with bright smiles and a warm welcome as usual. During dinner, though, he felt Ayaka’s gaze trailing after him every now and again. That was a telltale sign that the princess was catching on to whatever was bothering him, but Thoma had a tad too much pride to let her in on the situation.

After all, this was probably just nothing.

Right?

Things didn’t exactly get better in the next few days like he’d hoped.

You’ve been quite elusive as of late. You hadn’t slept in his room since the night you first came back, and while Thoma usually didn’t mind your independence, his…current predicament made going about this in a completely logical manner quite difficult. Your outings with Ayato have become more and more frequent than what he was accustomed to. The Commissioner had a penchant for holing himself in his room for days, and now he took public matters into his own hands?  

Another thing that startled him was the fact that you’re oh-so willing to tend to Ayato’s requests! Back then, you used to bemoan the workload and talked Thoma’s ear off about how much you wanted to quit despite the Kamisato clan’s good graces. Of course, you didn’t mean a single word. Both of you knew how attached you’ve gotten to this family, and peeling yourself away was more work than you’d otherwise expect.

But now, even when you weren’t busy, Thoma would catch you going up to Ayato’s study to do Archons-know-what. He wasn’t so terrible a person that he’d jump to conclusions about his lord doing unsightly things with his lover, but…

“Thoma.”

He sighed, casting a sidelong glance across the hall. “Yes, milady?”

Ayaka had that look on her face—the one that spelled you owe me an explanation for this—and Thoma wondered why he thought he could ever escape her scrutiny. This was Ayaka after all.

Wordlessly, he led her to the pavilion, where the fresh breeze wafted through the courtyard. They sat on the edge of the platform like they always did, since they were children. And as Thoma gazed out into the ocean below, Ayaka patiently waited for him to speak.

“Milady, what would you do if you thought your lover was…losing interest in you?” 

It’s not like Thoma never considered the possibility—in fact, he has. Multiple times. You used to be one of the underground’s renown assassins. Even if you’ve successfully adapted to your life as a retainer in such a short time, Thoma knew very well that you were still a lone wolf by heart. It wouldn’t come as a surprise to him if, one day, you decided that you didn’t need the Yashiro Commission—didn’t need him—anymore, and fled into the night. He didn’t like it when it felt like you were slipping out of his grasp. You already did once, and he feared that it was bound to happen again.

This definitely wasn’t a thought that occurred to Thoma on a daily basis. But whenever he did consider the idea of you leaving him behind…

Ayaka’s eyes widened slightly at his inquiry, and Thoma could almost hear the thought process occurring in that head of hers. What do you mean? Did you and Miss Kira have a fight? Is there anything I can do?

However, the reaction that he actually got was…far from what he imagined.

Ayaka pressed her lips together in an attempt to suppress a snort, startling when such an unbecoming noise came out of her before pressing a palm across her mouth. Thoma didn’t know whether he should be offended that she was laughing at his predicament or relieved because the Shirasagi Himegimi was finally letting herself express an extensive spectrum of emotions. Either way, Ayaka was quick to recover from that quick slip-up.

“And here I thought you might’ve been coming down with something,” she sighed, clearing her throat as she composed herself. “Thoma, what gave you the idea that Miss Kira was losing interest?”

“...You’re going to think I’m ridiculous.”

“I’m sure your reasons aren’t any more ridiculous than the list of complaints we receive from the citizens on the regular,” Ayaka reassured. “Now, go on. You’ve always heard me out when I have things I can’t get off my mind. It’s only proper for me to lend you an ear as well.”

Thoma closed his eyes. Yup. There was no escaping Kamisato Ayaka’s scrutiny. 

So, he told her. About how he noticed you and her brother have grown exponentially familiar with each other ever since your trip to Yashiori Island. How you’ve been avoiding him(?) as of late. He’s not very sure about that last one, since you still respond whenever Thoma calls out to you, but it’s as if you had more impending matters to attend to than paying attention to him. If he’d been any less understanding than he was, he would’ve sulked.

Ayaka listened to every word carefully, nodding every so often. And once Thoma was finished speaking, she breathed in deeply.

“I see. So that’s how things appeared on your end,” the princess lamented. “I’ll be the one to apologize on their behalf. Those two… You’re right about the fact that they have grown closer since Yashiori. But there's absolutely no reason for you to fret, Thoma.”

Thoma shot her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”

“What I’m saying is, Brother and Miss Kira are two people who, when they put their backs into planning something, give it their all so it would be a success.” Ayaka grinned. “That kind of explains why she’s been hard to come by lately. Although, you should be seeing the fruit of their labor very soon.”

“...That doesn’t make you sound cryptic at all, milady.”

She giggled behind the guise of her fan, and Thoma ultimately resigned himself to the fact that he wasn’t going to get any answers out of her anytime soon. 

“You’ll see~”

He hardly got a wink of sleep that night.

Thoma tossed and turned alone in his bed—wondering what in the seven nations you and Ayato had been cooking up to warrant this much of your time. Could it be pertaining to your investigations on Yashiori Island? Was it some sort of new and improved cure for the Tatarigami? He hadn’t the slightest clue, and he wasn’t getting anywhere near a logical explanation come morning either.

To his disappointment, Madarame had to get him out of bed because he’d overslept. This was something unusual for Thoma to experience because his circadian rhythm was as impeccable as Ayaka’s swordsmanship.  

(He humbly blames it on the lack of attention from his significant other.)

“Lord and Lady Kamisato have already gone out for the day,” Madarame explained as he and Thoma made their way to the courtyard. “But they did leave instructions for you to drop by Komore Teahouse once you’re able. It’s for an…urgent matter, so to speak.”

Thoma sighed. Great. Now there was another impending issue on his plate, when he hadn’t even sorted out his conflicted feelings about your recurring absence. Not that Madarame had to know about these tendencies of his. Nobody would believe it—the housekeeper of the Kamisato clan, craving the love and affection of his girlfriend like a kicked puppy.

“What of Miss Kira?” he asked, just in case. “Has she said anything?”

Madarame’s face scrunched up into an apologetic look. Thoma sighed.

“Thanks anyways,” he told him glumly. “I’ll head over to the city now. Hold down the fort while we’re gone, okay?”

“Of course.” Madarame bowed, but just as Thoma was about to turn on his heel to make his leave— “Oh, Master Thoma, one more thing.”

The chief glanced at the other man with one brow arched as he flashed him a sincere grin that only served to puzzle Thoma. “Yes?”

Then, earnestly, Madarame spoke: 

“Happy Birthday.”

Things just got more depressing, if that was even possible.

Thoma made the trip to the capital in several states of distress. He’d been so caught up in trying to wrap his head around yours and Ayato’s antics that he forgot today was his birthday. 

It didn’t help that it seemed he was the only one left in the dark. Ayato knew. You knew. Hell, even Ayaka knew what was going on. During last night’s bout of senseless overthinking, he considered ditching common courtesy and just straight up asking the princess all the things he wanted to know about. As strong-willed as she was, Ayaka was still quite meek. Thoma knew he could pressure some answers out of her given the right conditions, but he never once tried to do so in any other situation. Being a people pleaser, and all that. 

But now, he was at his limit. His lover obviously thought another man’s time was worth her while compared to Thoma’s. Even if Ayato loved and raised him like they were blood brothers, he couldn’t help the unshakeable feeling of resentment. Just one trip to Yashiori made them all smitten like that? When Thoma has been by your side far longer?

In the back of his head, an ominous voice reminded him that you and him only became more honest with your feelings after retrieving that cure from Yashiori all those months ago. 

Who knew Miss Kira was that easy? It hissed. She ditched you for Ayato on your birthday.

Shut up. Shut up, she’s not like that. 

Okay, having an internal argument with himself in broad daylight was all sorts of weird. But that extensive contemplation made Thoma fail to realize that he’d already arrived. 

Komore Teahouse has been the Yashiro Commission’s stronghold in the capital since time immemorial. Both Ayaka and Ayato preferred having business dealings in the discreet rooms of the shop rather than back at the estate. Not only was it carefully guarded by the Shuumatsuban, but it was more accessible compared to the manor in Mount Yougou.

The first thing Thoma noticed, however, was that nobody was stationed outside. Not Kozue, not Heihachi. Even that pesky Snezhnayan Ramsay was nowhere to be seen. 

All of a sudden, a chill ran across the length of his spine. The grisly that thought the Teahouse had been under siege crossed his mind as quick as lightning. Kozue would never leave her post for just any reason, so that was the most sound explanation he could think of. Hurriedly, the chief retainer slid the door to the shop open; hoping that this wasn’t where Ayaka and Ayato were headed for the day—

Pop!

Thoma could only stand by the doorway in stunned silence as a small blast of confetti hit him in the face. To his side, the Commissioner’s familiar face came to view—an unsuspecting party popper in his hands, before the rest of his company shouted:

“Happy Birthday!”

All around him, the familiar faces of friends, family, and comrades were present. Taroumaru was seated comfortably on his usual spot on the counter—holding up a sign that spelled Happy Birthday, Thoma! Ayaka was, surprisingly, in the company of none other than Yae Miko herself, a person he never thought he would see again so soon. She winked at him from behind the princess, as if telling him to keep a secret only they knew about. Yoimiya and Sayu have also joined the fray; with the former clapping her hands gleefully and the latter napping on top of the counter. 

And then there was you.

“Hey,” you greeted casually—holding a delectable-looking cake in your hands as Yoimiya took it upon herself to light the candles. “How’re you doing, guard dog?”

Thoma was at an utter loss for words. He gaped at you in silence, green eyes alight with surprise as he absentmindedly let you ease the cake into his hands.

“W-We’re both guard dogs,” he mumbled before promptly snapping out his trance. “Wait, what’s this? Don’t tell me…”

Ayaka chuckled from where she sat herself down in front of the counter. “Miss Kira and Brother have been putting together a surprise party for you, if that isn’t any more obvious than it already is.”

“We thought you’d appreciate the, ah, change in pace,” Ayato supplied, setting the party popper near the door as he crossed his arms. “You’ve been working so diligently these days, that you deserved as much.”

His lips quivered with the intent to speak, but no words were coming out. Thoma’s gaze darted around every person in the room, as if unable to get a grip on the reality before him—what the hell is Yae Miko doing here?!—until his emerald gaze landed on your form. 

You grinned. “What are you waiting for? The candles aren’t going to blow themselves y’know? Plus, we prepared an entire repertoire for your special day.”

The thought of you going out of your way just to prepare all this made a familiar warmth surge through his chest. Of course, he felt all the more guilty of thinking those nasty thoughts about what you were up to. But he supposed he could repent for that a bit later. The others looked on expectantly, and Thoma, who’d always been weak to the whims of others, heaved a sigh.

So he puckered his lips and blew out the candles.

“I am so sorry.”

Those were the first words that came out of his mouth once Thoma pulled you into another room in the Teahouse. You gawked at him, confused as your lover sank to his knees and bowed before you.

“You know, I’m not really into this sort of S&M play, right?” you told him as you sat in front of his repentant form on the tatami. “But do I want to ask what this is about?”

Thoma sat upright with a sigh, maintaining a certain distance given that he felt like he didn’t deserve to be near you at all after everything he just assumed… “I thought you didn’t want me anymore. You’ve been so busy with the Commissioner these past few days that I assumed—”

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold on a sec,” you interjected, palms raised. “Are you saying you thought Ayato and I hit it off or something?”

“...Yes?”

If the small snort that Ayaka gave him yesterday was disrespectful, the reaction he gained from you was downright insolent. You laughed your heart out until you were a giggling mess on the floor, wiping the tears in your eyes at the prospect of Thoma getting jealous of Ayato over something that he completely had the wrong idea about. 

“Okay, for the record, ‘Yato and I are just tight as hell. Like bro-bros, y’know?” you explained, and Thoma didn’t really understand your verbiage. “He’s the one who dragged me back to fix things when shit hit the fan, so he’s kind of like my voice of reason for a lot of things now…”

“That includes how I’m going to handle...us.”

Now, that caught his attention. “Pardon?”

You sighed, pulling yourself upright before scooting a bit to lean your head on his shoulder. “I’ve never nurtured any sort of stable relationship in the past, y’know? Zero experience. I’m terrified of messing up somewhere so badly that you’ll leave me because of it. That’s why I asked for Ayato’s advice while we were in Yashiori.”

…Thoma had no idea that you carried such sentiments inside. He wanted to tell you that even if you slaughtered every person in this building right now, he would still love you. Though that’s stretching it a bit, it didn’t make it any less true.

He was so hopelessly in love with you. It was downright ridiculous! 

“He told me that one of the best ways to keep a relationship going is consistency,” you murmured, linking your hand with his. “I have to be consistent in letting you know how I feel. Always, without fail. I can’t just be a lone wolf forever, since I came to work at the estate on my own volition. It means I gotta be more open with you, too, yeah? That’s why I thought throwing you a birthday party was a good place to start.”

He couldn’t believe it. The woman he feared would leave him one day also harbored the same thoughts. That made him a hypocrite, now that he thought about it. Thoma had been so busy keeping the peace and making things easy for everyone in the present, that he hadn’t dedicated any time to addressing the future he’s bound to share with you.

He was yet to give you a proper reassurance. 

“I-It’s just—” You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You’re just so amazing, you know that? Everyone trusts you, everyone looks up to you—even if you’re an outlander. I can barely talk to one of milady’s annoying socialite friends without saying something standoffish.” 

Thoma squeezed your hand with a fond smile. “And?”

“And I feel like, I— Ugh. You are so going to give me an earful for this, but… I still feel like I don’t deserve you.” 

The chief retainer exhaled loudly through his nose before pulling you closer to his chest. You visibly startled at the gesture, but followed his lead, no less.

“That’s something you can’t easily convince yourself of,” he acknowledged, remembering the times you told him about your childhood in Yashiori Island; about the years you spent as a wandering mercenary. “And I don’t blame you for it. But I hope that you’re willing to move forward to the next phase of your life, and not chain yourself to the sins you committed in the past. I’ll always be here, Miss Kira. Every step of the way.”

He felt your fingers tighten around his bicep and the sigh of relief that expelled from your chest. You turned around to face him with a teary look in your eyes. But just before he could panic and wipe them away—

“It’s been a while since you’ve called me by my real name,” you sulked, cupping his jaw in the curve of your palm. “That one’s reserved for you alone, remember? Don’t forget to use the privilege.”

Thoma let out an airy laugh, pressing his lips to yours in a firm kiss as he murmured the syllables of your name against your mouth. You sighed—hands moving to the back of his neck as you shifted on his lap. Both of you were well aware of the fact that the others were in the other room, playing a very interesting variation of mahjong that Ayato came up with, but you didn’t care. 

Your lover even let his tongue slip inside the cavern of your mouth, hands firmly planted on your hips as he—

“I was wondering where the celebrant was.”

Needless to say, the two of you sprang apart at the sound of Yae Miko’s voice. Red-faced, Thoma greeted her with a stuttered reply that has the priestess chuckling at the doorway.

“No need to explain yourselves. Young ones always have so much energy, after all,” she teased. “Lord Ayato was kind enough to invite me to this little get-together, but I must take my leave. There’s something I need to look into back at the shrine.”

“T-Thanks for coming Lady Guuji. It really is an honor,” you told her dryly, with whatever semblance of composure you could muster up.

Yae Miko flashed another one of those conspiratorial grins. “That reminds me, I left a matrimonial charm in Lady Ayaka’s care as your birthday present. If the two of you ever plan on tying the knot, just show that to one of my shrine maidens, and I’ll personally oversee the ceremony myself.”

…Wait a moment. Did Yae Miko, the Lady Guuji of the Grand Narukami Shrine, just give the two of you her blessing for marriage?

“Well, you can continue what it was you were doing,” she laughed, lifting one hand in a wave. “I hope to see you both soon~”

Then, there were two.

“We’re going to pretend that didn’t happen, right?” you asked.

Thoma nodded. “Definitely.”

As the two of you straightened yourselves out before rejoining the others at the party, you randomly asked, “Hey, this is a little out of the blue, but have you seen my binoculars anywhere? I put it in the drawer by your cabinets, but I can’t seem to find them anymore.”

He feigned a look of contemplation—wholly aware that he forgot to retrieve your special gadget from where he hid them in the bushes the last time he saw Yae Miko. Fuck. 

“Nope, no clue,” he replied swiftly. “We could ask around in Ritou if they’ve imported anything similar?”

“Ehh, that was just a hand-me-down from the Tenryou Commission anyways.” You shrugged. “Oh, by the way…”

Thoma paused as you leaned closer to his ear to whisper something. If he hadn’t been embarrassed when Yae Miko walked in on the two of you, he definitely was now. 

“I’m going to make up for the time we spent apart when we get home,” you whispered. “You’ll play along, right, pretty boy?”

The chief retainer could barely suppress the groan that reverberated in his chest as you tantalizingly ran your hand across it. Now that he’s fully recovered from his own emotional turmoils, the fact that he’s been wanting to get you alone all this time came crashing down. But it wasn’t as if he’s in any position to refuse.

He was the people pleaser after all. 

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[surfinminho]

Kinktober day 27: roleplay w/ jeongin

⤷ warnings: doctor x patient roleplay but jeongin is actually a doctor, oral (f), jerking off though not descriptive, cum eating.

⤷ word count: 1k

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⤷ permanent taglist: @iadorethemskz @iluvseungie

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Your boyfriend was a doctor, you barely saw him unless you went straight to his office. And that's what you usually did. If he wasn't doing procedures, he was filing paper or on break. Perfect time for your to stop by if you're free.

You always bring him a lunch or something of the sort when you're not busy with work. Texting him before stopping by.

Today you went up there unannounced, you had an important project due soon and wanted to spend time with your boyfriend before things get hectic.

You walk in with a bag asking the receptionist who had seen you too many times that she knows your name by now.

"Hi" you smile, putting your hands in your pockets.

"Hello Ms, he's not too busy he should be in his office in about 10 minutes."

You whisper a thank you, trying to catch him before he has to get back to work.

You step into his office, which was cluttered with many paper of diagnosis or reports.

You look at one of the reports out of curiosity, wondering what in the world that word could possibly mean.

You hear the door crack open causing you to turn around, the corners of your lips going up turned.

"You're here quite early? What's the problem?" He jokes as he settled down his papers. Creating an even bigger mess.

You go back to the original paper you were looking at.

"Hey, what does this mean?" You pick up the paper trying to face jeongin but he wraps his hands around your waist instead. Laying his chin on your shoulder.

"Which word?" You feel him press his hips into your backside but you try to ignore it and answer his question.

You point towards the word not bothering to try and sound it out.

"Costochondritis? It's inflammation,sweetie" he pauses, hands traveling upwards towards your breasts "it's serious, if you do not get it treated. Though, I find this completely irrelevant right now."

"I-innie, we're in public. What if someone walks in?" He presses his hands towards your forehead, pressing the palm and the backside of his hand on there.

"You're quite hot, too hot for my liking. Are you sick by any chance?"

You wanted to punch him, you guys are in his office that has the thinnest walls known to man. You felt like you were burning up, only because of him pressing his hips against you.

"'im not sick, innie please." Your fingers grip the end of the table, looking anywhere for you to go.

You see a couch, turning around you push him off of you before booking it. It's not like you didn't want him, of course you did. But you were scared of getting caught.

He doesn't react, instead he walks up to you sitting next to you.

"You have to tell me what's wrong with you? Or how am I supposed to treat you?" He takes his stethoscope off, putting it away on the chair.

"Does it hurt?" He presses on the sides of your neck, moving his fingers up and down.

"N-no innie" you felt embarrassed, never having done this type of roleplay with jeongin before but you couldn't help but like it.

"Ah, call me Doctor." He butts in, moving from your neck towards your breasts, resting his hands right over your heart.

"How about here?" Looking at you with such fever, you look at the clock reading 4:55 pm. He had to see someone at 5:30 the clock was ticking and he hasn't even made a move to pleasure you yet. Opting to drag this out longer than he needs to.

"No innie-" he cuts you off once more,

"I recall asking you to call me Doctor, no?"

"Yes." You peer your head to look at him, he was showing no reaction to this besides the boner he got, pressing against his scrubs.

"So why didn't you?"

"Sorry doctor, it doesn't hurt there" you felt as if you were going to die, either from humiliation or from the way he was looking at you.

"Can you show me where it hurts then?"

You take his hands into yours, dragging them to where you need him the most.

You press his hands against your pussy, lightly whining at the feeling

"Here? Why didn't you just say that. Such an easy fix no?"

He gets off, taking off your pants he situates you to sit at the end of the couch.

On his knees, he pushes your panties to the side not bothering to take them off.

He licks up your pussy before going straight to your clit.

He knew you guys didn't have enough time, and he wanted to make you cum quickly.

He takes two of his fingers, shoving them in your hole.

"Innie- slow down, t-too much" you try and close your legs, on instinct but he didn't care lips still attached to your cunt.

"This is what's gonna happen, I'm gonna make you cum, then fuck the shit out of you after this meeting got it?" He sucks on your clit, fingers curling up against your g-spot you wanted to last for him but you don't think you can.

"c-cumming!" You clench down on his fingers, cumming all over his face.

"See good girl." He pulls your pants back up, going over to his desk to grab some paper to clean you off.

"w-what about you?" Instead of answering your question, he shoves his hands in your mouth. You taste his semen on your tongue, licking his fingers clean.

"Does that answer your question?" He wipes your face of sweat before checking the time.

5:25. "I should get going, you can stay or leave it doesn't matter to me. See you later princess" he gives you a kiss on your forehead before leaving the room.

You decide to stay, looking up at the ceiling thinking what the fuck did you just do.

#stray kids #surfinminho #skz x reader #skz x you #stray kids smut #kinktober 2023 #dom! jeongin #yang jeongin

[unluckyhoneybee]

Oh I love fluffy Daniel 🤗 I dunno maybe him with your newborn or him being a cute bf 💕

"Okay, cool. How do we do this?"

It was the first time he was left completely alone with the baby and he wasn't used to the whole thing yet. It was easier when you were there. He felt more confident if you were by his side. But you needed a break for a couple of hours.

With Danielle on his arm, peacefully sleeping, and bags on his free hand, he was staring at the door trying to think of how to open it. The little girl was tight sleep but he kept asking stuff to her.

"Do you think I could... No. Not working. And if... Shit, it isn't working either. Maybe... Fuck, no"

He really couldn't put two in two and come up with how to open the door with a baby in one hand and groceries in the other. Which was really entertaining. Toy had arrived only a second later but had stayed in incognito mode inside your car, watching your boyfriend deal with everything so calmly but awkwardly.

"Danny, you are not a good help" He told his daughter. "I can't believe we have the same name. It's going to be so easy for mum when she gets angry at us" He laughed at his own joke and looked at her. "You are cute"

"The ice cream will melt"

He almost droped the bags when he heard your voice.

"Shit" He looked at you with big brown eyes. "Since when"

"I arrived just after you, but you were too busy"

"Help?" He pouted.

You giggled and grabbed the bags.

"No, babe that's too..."

"Danny. I'm fine. The doctor said everything is fine. I can do this"

He bit his lip to not smile like a kid. He was so in love.

"Come on" You called when you saw him standing outside.

"Yes"

He ran inside and the movement woke Danielle up.

"Shit" He groaned and pulled her up to her chest. "Sorry, princess. I forgot you were asleep" He said caressing her back and making her hide on his neck. "Payback for last night, huh"

You rolled your eyes and pulled your phone and took a picture.

"Why is that?" He smiled.

You walked to him and put your arms around his waist to have a look of Danielle's face. "She won't stay this tiny for ever"

He smiled softly. "We can always make more"

"Yeah, you are not getting close in a while"

"Oh c'mon..."

"She doesn't seem this tiny when she is coming out of you, Daniel"

He rolled his eyes dramatically and turned down to her. She nuzzled closer to her dad and he smiled with rosy cheeks. "I have a baby"

You giggled and kissed his cheek before kissing her head.

"Let's go and get the ice cream in the refrigerator and then bath your baby"

"Bath time, Danny, did you hear that?"

#Daniel ricciardo #Dr #dad!driver #Blurb #Fluff #F1

[cute-bag-of-bones]

Can't Trust A Supe

Part 9: Get Well Soon

Masterlist

Warning: Drugging, menacing and obsessive behavior.

         "Homelander, please I need to go to a hospital." I begged as he looked at me with sympathetic eyes. He just kept petting my hair. Finally he stood up and called someone. My heart was beating so hard it was all I could hear. Maybe he was calling an ambulance. 

        It wasn't long at all before there was a knock at the door. Homelander let the person In. It was a man with some kind of medical bag. 

        "She rolled her ankle." Homelander said as the man tried to look at my ankle.

          "No! I need a hospital, he can't cast it!" I didn't dare to try and move my leg away from it's spot. He gently examined it then nodded to Homelander. He put his hands on his hips like he was annoyed with something. He did it why was I getting glared at. The man pulled something from his bag. It was a prescription bottle. He tapped out 3 little white pills into Homelander's palm. 

        "Simone, angel face I need you to take these." He said as he got back on his knees in front of me. Normally I wouldn't be so eager to take some random pills especially from him but if there was even a slight chance they would make my ankle stop hurting I was more than willing. I took the pills, no questions asked. 

         "Alright once she's out take her straight to the hospital." The man said as he stood up to leave. It made more sense now. Homelander didn't want to risk taking me to the hospital awake because I might try and tell someone what really happened. In truth it hadn't occurred to me. I just knew I needed medical help and fast. 

         Homelander watched me as I drifted to sleep. He looked worried again. I felt like I was floating around the room a million miles above the earth. I couldn't feel my ankle anymore. I couldn't feel anything. 

         When I woke up I was back in the room Homelander had set up for me. Had he taken me to the hospital already? I sat up and pulled the covers off to see a pink cast on my foot and lower leg. It had Homelander's signature on it, along with Maeve and even Noir's. How long was I out? I examined the cast closely. There was a metal wire around it. Once I move the covers fully I see it is connected to the wall. I pull at the wire trying to free it from the wall. 

        "Oh don't do that, it's so you wouldn't turn too much In your sleep. The doc said immobilizing it was best for the healing process." Homelander said as he walked in with a tray of some kind of food and drink. 

      "You can take it off now, I'm up." I say, giving him a small grin. 

       "Nope no can do kido the less you move the better. I even had a TV put in your room so you can watch stuff from bed." He said as he put the tray down on the bed. He grabbed the blanket and covered me back up. He pushed my upper torso back to the bed with a little too much force making me wince. 

        "How long have I been out?" I ask looking around at all the get well soon cards that were on the desk. Homelander looked back at them and waved his hand dismissively. 

       "Oh only a day and a half, most of them are from me. I kept seeing cards with pictures I'd thought you'd like." He tucked the blanket up around my neck a little too tight. It made me cringe feeling his gloved hand brush against the sensitive skin around my jugular. It reminded me of the night he choked me to near death. 

       I had been asleep for over a day but I only took 3 pills. Did he keep giving pills to keep me asleep? I pulled my arms out from under the covers and pulled the blanket down a bit and sat up. This earned me an annoyed look from Homelander. 

       "My arms are fine and if you get me some kind of crutches I can walk to the table."  

        "Oh no, we need you to heal up as quick as possible. We need to get you media trained for your debut, Seer. Something good though the doctor said you were already starting to heal by the time I got you to the hospital, he thinks you might have some accelerated healing. He said the bone should heal fully in less than a month." Homelander spoke with a proud smile. He opened the top on the dish he had brought in on the tray. It was some kind of fancy soup. 

     There was no way I was going to be able to lay on this bed for a month. Maybe I can convince him to get me a wheelchair.  "My strong girl, full of surprises aren't you?" He coos as he gets the spoon and scoops up some of the soup. It made me want to puke how sweet he was being to me. He probably felt guilty, as he should but that doesn't mean I want him trying to feed me. It's embarrassing and he's not the gentlest person on the planet. I don't want to lose a tooth because he pushed the spoon too hard.

        He tried to bring the spoon to my lips but moved my head to the side. 

        "I got it Homelander, seriously." I say as he lets me take the spoon from him. I eat some of the soup and nod satisfied. "You make this? It's good." He beamed with pride again and nodded. 

       "Yep, it's nothing special. Most of it is from a can. I just added some seasons and cut chicken for more meat." 

       "Did your mom teach you how to make it?" I shovel more into my mouth. His expression changes pretty quickly. 

        "No, I just Googled it." He said as he turned his back to me to mess with some of the cards. It was odd, I don't think I have ever heard him talk about his mom or anyone from his family. 

      "The cards are nice." I say trying to break the awkward silence. He picked up one and held it up for me to see it more clearly. 

       "I really thought you'd like this one, with the little smiling flowers."

       "Oh yeah, that one's really cute, I appreciate it." It was an ugly pink and orange card that had little demented looking daisies with big smiles. It was God awful but it was kinda sweet he thought of me.

        He set the card down and straightened them all out. I finished my soup and pulled at the wire under the cover. 

       "Keep your hands off the wire or I'll bolt your whole cast to the wall." He warned not even looking back at me. I pull my hand away and fold them in my lap. 

        "Maybe you could get a wheelchair and we could go see Maeve or Stillwell? I'm gonna get a bit stir crazy in this room for a month, Homelander." I say as sweetly as I can. 

         "No, I don't think we will do that." He said, shaking his head with a small Cheshire like grin. He looked down at a card and held it out to me. "Look at that, even the security guards downstairs got you a card, how nice." He was acting strange, well more strange then normal. All his sweetness seemed off, I had chalked it up to not being used to him being kind but the grin he had on his face right now was hellish. He wasn't even looking in my direction and it still scared me. 

       "Yeah that was sweet of them." I say softly, he was still looking through the cards with that grin. It was like he knew something.

        "You know we made some progress with that translucent business, it was a super terrorist actually. Real nasty business off shores. He died a hero… or that's what Stillwell is gonna tell the media." My blood ran cold when he finished his sentence. What does he think actually happened to his fellow 7 member? Was he trying to see how I would react? Was this a test? I look up at him confused. 

         "Do they know what actually happened?" I ask as nonchalantly as possible. He set the cards down and walked to the edge of my bed and sat down. He patted my leg, the evil grin finally leaving his face. He paused a moment before finally speaking.

          "How do you know Billy Butcher?" 

#fanfic #oc stuff #billy butcher #homelander #the boys #hughie campbell #frenchie #mothers milk #the female #yandere homelander #platonic homelander

[car1y-quinn]

“Kate what happened!?” Clint asks, as he enters the morgue, he turns his head and sees the blonde’s lifeless body. Kate at her side crying. “Oh no.” He walks over to put a hand on her back, trying to comfort her.

“She’s gone Clint! They got her.” Kate cry’s while nestled in to the side of Yelena’s neck. “I never got to tell her how much she meant to me. That she was my best friend and… and I can’t. I lost her!” Kate sniffles and sits up, she tries to rub the tears away, so she can look at Clint.

Clint opens his mouth to say some comforting words about Yelena, but before he can they both jump when said corpse sits up quickly, and gasps loud for air.

“WHEWWW! That was a lot longer than last time! Holy fuck! This needs to stop happening. That so would not have been a cool way to die!” Yelena says, out to no one in particular. Probably herself mostly. All the color rushing back into her face.

It suddenly dawns on Kate, that Yelena just died and came back to life.

The blonde turns her head and looks over at Kate, who’s still crying, her eyes are wide in disbelief and shock, and then she looks over at Clint, who looks like he’s trying to hold back laughter.

“What?” Yelena asks wondering why they’re giving her two very different reactions.

“Yelena!” Kate shouts, throwing herself on top of the blonde. “You were gone! I thought I lost you! I can’t lose you again!” Kate cry’s into her chest.

Yelena grasps Kate surprisingly. She makes a face at Clint as she realizes Kate’s getting snot on her clothes and hair. But she decides to not give any more shits and just rub Kate’s head.

“Kate. I told you had a plan didn’t I? Do you not have faith in me Bishop? You think I’d let that low life best me? I am way to talented for that!” Yelena smiles when Kate giggles at what she says.

She lifts her head up and looks Yelena in the eyes. “Don’t ever leave me again! If you die another time I’ll bring you back just to kill you myself.” The archer punches Yelena in the chest before pulling her back in for a hug, squeezing around her neck tight.

Yelena taps at her arms. As if trying to tap out. “Okay okay. Kate. Good luck with killing me, but I’ll try and not die. I can’t make any promises, but… I wouldn’t want to upset you again now would I?” Yelena pushes a strand of hair behind Kate’s ear, before booping her nose.

“Yelena how… how did you… the doctors said you were legally dead!”

“Oh please. Legally? I’ve been dead inside for years; And also, as soon as I felt that bastard stick that needle in me I just made my heart stop beating before the poison could get there.”

At that Clint starts laughing. “You say it like it’s as simple as opening a bag of chips.”

Yelena looks up at Clint annoyingly. “Maybe it’s hard for you Barton. But I’ve got skills.”

Kate waves her hands in the air in disbelief. “I don’t understand how did you know when to wake up, or how?”

“Oh that. It just happens naturally. There’s at least a 20% chance I actually stay dead. But I’m confident in myself not to fail.” Yelena inspects her nails as she talks casually. “It also didn’t help that you were screaming, so that probably roused me awake.” The blonde rubs comforting circles in the brunettes shoulders.

“Awe you were worried about our little Katie.” Clint teases.

“I am not little!” Kate shouts as she stands up and to swat at Clint.

Yelena laughs before getting up. “Ah shit!” She wobbles. Kate turns and grabs her arms to steady her.

“Hey! You just died. Give your body a second to recover.” Kate says with concern.

Yelena looks at her longingly. She forgot that she has someone in her life again that cares about her. “Thank you Kate.”

“For what?”

Yelena smiles at her and leans in planting a kiss on her cheek. “For always being there for me. You give me a reason to come back.”

Kate goes silent at that. She reaches up and rubs the spot where Yelena kissed her, and starts blushing. She begins to squeal like an idiot.

“Dammit Yelena you broke her.” Clint rushes over to grab at Yelena’s side so he can help her walk.

“Oh Barton, Kate Bishop was already broken. I just broke her more!” Yelena laughs before planting a kiss on Kate’s other cheek.

“I might just die!” Kate squeals.

“Don’t do that. You don’t know how to resuscitate yourself!”

#kate bishop #yelena belova #hawkeye #bishlova #black widow #kate x yelena #katelena #bishova #bishlova fanfiction

[mdemontespan1667]

DIRT ROAD HONEY

DARK SHANE WALSH X READER

DARK RICK GRIMES AND READER

SUMMARY: YOUR THANKSGIVING BREAK GETS INTERRUPTED

WARNINGS: NON-CON/VAGINAL SEX/ORAL SEX (MALE RECEIVING)/SLAPPING/CHOKING/CHEATING(RICK)/RECKLESS USE OF A FIREARM/GIGANTIC ABUSE OF AUTHORITY/HANDCUFFS/PROFANITY/FORCED ORGASM/NON -CON

(I'VE HAD THIS HALF WRITTEN IN MY GOOGLE DOCS FOR ABOUT 2 MONTHS. IT VERY SIMILAR TO "THE TROUBLE WITH COYOTES" BUT THIS FIC JUST WOULDN'T LEAVE ME ALONE. SO, FOR BETTER OR WORSE, HERE IT IS. I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES. I WANTED TO GET IT OUT OF MY SYSTEM SO I COULD MOVE ON LOL.

“You need help with that Darlin? Hose looks a bit big for you.”

It never fucking failed.

Every time you filled up your bright, fiery orange ‘72 Chevelle some wannabe Alpha male had to make some sexist comment.

It wasn’t your fault the designers had put the damn fuel cap under the license plate. 

And it certainly wasn’t your fault you had to bend over to keep the nozzle from falling out.

Nor was it in any way your fault that you occasionally might over exaggerate how far you had to bend over, especially like today, when you were wearing tight, frayed jeans and a wide neck off the shoulder teal sweatshirt.

“I’m fine.”

“Oh yeah,” he whistled, “You are most definitely fine.”

The pump kicked off.

You put the nozzle back, securing the gas cap before facing the latest offender.

He was tall, rough cut facial features with a mop of short, dark curls.

You made a show of pushing down your sunglasses as you blatantly checked out the rest.

Wide chest and muscle corded arms encased in a tight black t shirt.

Tan cuffed cargo pants sat high on his tapered waist.

Well.

Nothing wrong with that either. 

You licked your lips, hand propped on your hip.

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

Your voice dripped, saccharine sweet.

“No, it ain’t like that.”

His knuckles brushed along your upper arm.

“You are hands down, the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Snorting, you batted his hand away.

“Bullshit. That line might work on your little dirt road honey’s but..” You slid your oversized tortoise shell Ray-Ban’s back in place, “It’s not working on me.”

You pushed past him, strutting toward the tiny attached convenience store.

God, it was so easy winding men up.

Fun too.

They were so damn transparent.

And, despite how you’d coldly dismissed him, you knew, KNEW, he’d be jacking off later thinking about you.

Not because you were devastatingly beautiful or had a killer body. 

In those categories you ranked a solid average.

What you did have was confidence with a capital fucking C.

Own every room you walked into, all eyes on you, smart as hell, know your worth, every woman wants to be you, every man wants to fuck you, (and woman, let’s not be coy here, you knew damn good and well your face would be buried between Ivy’s lush thighs at some point this weekend, you were all about equal opportunity), bone deep confidence.  

It’s what had gotten you through Grad school and later your Doctorate in Mathematical Engineering.

The rusty bell above the worn metal screen door dinged, announcing your arrival.

You took your time perusing the limited snack aisle, selecting a bag of Funyuns and a fountain Pepsi, flicking the straw provocatively, making sure to flash a little cleavage at the old guy working the register.

Back at your car you checked your phone.

“No service. Fucking wonderful.”

When your best friend had proposed a quick getaway to celebrate your latest promotion you’d been expecting sun, sand and endless Mai Tai’s, not a rustic cabin on some forgotten lake in rural Georgia. 

You waved your phone around trying to find a signal.

“Ain’t gonna work.”

Oh lord, not him again. 

“Why not?” you huffed.

“We’re in the middle of a deadzone Darlin’.”

“Lovely.”

You took off your sunglasses, resisting the urge to throw them at the odious man.

“How the hell am I supposed to find that goddamn cabin without my phone?”

“What cabin are you looking for, girl?”

Your eyes narrowed at the nickname.

“Some stupid fucking cabin on some stupid fcuking lake off of some stupid fucking Bob’s road!”

The octaves rose with each word until you were practically yelling.

“Bob’s Road?”

Oh shit. Probably shouldn’t have shared that with the entire gas station.

“Uh, yeah.”

You pulled a piece of paper from your back pocket.

“732 Bob’s Road, Lake Horton.”

He chuckled.

“That’s Bob Schermer’s place. I can give you directions.”

The setting sun sketched him in shadows. 

A kernel of unease settled in your gut.

Jesus, get a grip. This isn’t Deliverance.

“That, uh, that’d be great.”

He smiled, teeth showing.

It reminded you of a predator sizing up his next meal.

“So you’re gonna take a left outta here on’ta Highway 92. Just keep going North for about an hour and a half, maybe two. You’ll take a right at white mailbox. If you see the “Jesus Saves” sign you’ve gone too far. Go about three miles then turn left. Cabin will be on the left.”

“Two hours?”

You exhaled dramatically.

“Fucking great.”Dropping into the driver's seat you cranked the ignition, the Chevelle’s 454 V-8 rumbling to life.

“Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Another unnerving smile.

The hair on your arms prickled.

“You be real careful on those back roads. It gets awful dark out here.”

“Uh, yeah, sure.”

With a curt nod, you revved the engine, throwing gravel in your wake.

They like to get you in a compromising position

Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face

Yeah, they think they’re so cute when they get you in that condition

But i think its a total disgrace

And I say

I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

Well, I’ve been doing it since I was a young kid

And I come out grinnin’

Well, I fight authority, authority always wins

You cranked up the volume on your after-market stereo singing along to your Spotify road trip playlist.

Jesus fucking tits, the guy was right, it was dark.

Not like the dark you had grown up in.

A pale shimmer had blanketed San Diego from sundown to sunup.

The light from a full moon helped soften the inky landscape, a little.

God only knew what might be hiding out there, watching, just waiting for the perfect moment to…

FUCK!

You slammed on your brakes.

Was that a white mailbox?

Turning the volume down so you could see, you dropped the transmission in reverse, taillights casting an unsettling glow. 

You sighed in relief at the sight of the pock marked mailbox.

Shifting to First, you swung off the HIghway to a narrow gravel road.

I swear to God, I’m never, ever letting Ivy pick a destination again. After this she’ll be lucky if I let her pick a restur….”

WHOOP WHOOP WHOOP

Red and blue flashing lights blazed in your rearview mirror.

What the fuck?

 Where the hell did he come from? 

You hadn’t seen another vehicle since you left town. 

“License and Registration.”

You jumped, startled.

“License and Registration.”

“Yeah, Yeah, I heard you the first time.”

You reached across the seat digging the items from your bag.

“What am I….Oh my God, you can’t be serious.”

Leaning in your window, now attired in a shit brown Sheriffs uniform and matching baseball cap, was the man from the gas station.

“I’m gonna need you to exit the vehicle, ma’am.”

Something was off.

“Why? I didn’t do anything. I wasn’t speeding.”

“Please step out of the vehicle.”

“Oh for fucks sake.”

Climbing out, you glared at him, arms crossed.

“Ma’am, you were driving erratically. I detect the smell of alcohol on you. That gives me probable cause to search your vehicle.”

Ducking, he rummaged through your car, dumping your purse and overnight bag, scattering the contents.

“Well, look what I found,” he announced, producing a half drank pint of cheap vodka.”

“That’s not mine. I don’t even drink vodka. You..you put that there..I’m not.”

‘Hey, Shane, taillight’s busted out too.”

In total disbelief you watched another officer bash the red plastic with his boot.

“What the hell!” you hollered, charging toward the other, leaner built man, “You can’t fucking do that…”

Grabbing your elbow, Shane swung you back, jerking you off your feet.

You stumbled, arms pinwheeling.

You bumped into him, knocking his hat to the ground.

“Woah, woah, Sweetheart, now that’s assaulting a police officer.”

“No…wait..I…”

He placed one steel cuff on your wrist, tugging the other behind your back.

Twisting, you wrested your arm free.

WHAM

Shane slammed you face first onto the hood of your car.

Wrenching your arm, he secured it in the cuffs.

Hauling you up he snickered.

“Guess we’re adding resisting arrest to the list.”

He paused, eyes crawling along your form.

“Unless you want to work out a little private restitution.”

“Are you fucking kidding me,” you laughed, “What? You can’t get a piece of ass like a normal guy? Let me guess? Can’t get it up? Two pump chump? Or..”

CLICK

“Ought to be polite to a man with a gun.”

Shane’s partner pressed the gun barrel to your temple.

“Only common sense.”

“Oh shit,” you rasped, “yeah, okay, what..whatever you want.”

Shane unzipped his pants, stroking his cock.

“On your knees.”

You knelt down as best you could.

“Doesn’t she look pretty like this Rick?” he called to his friend.

 “Open wide. Let’s see if you suck dick as good as you mouth off.”

Gun still aimed at your head, your mouth fell open.

Shane gripped the back of your head.

Viciously, he shoved his cock to the hilt, your nose nestling in his pubic hair.

You gagged, trying to draw back but he was too strong. 

Holding you steady he languidly fucked your throat, his cock cutting off your air.

Tears poured down your cheeks.

“Maybe next time you’ll show a little respect Darlin’”

Time stood still.

Shane rammed his cock down your throat over and over and over again, both hands keeping you in place.

Eventually he came, warm, sticky cum filling your mouth.

Finished, he pushed you away.

He bent down to your level.

“That wasn’t so bad now was…”

You spit on him, mixed saliva and cum dripping from his chin.

“You’re done!” you shrieked, “Both of you! I’ll own the fucking Cook County Sheriff’s when I’m through! You limp dick bastards won’t be able to….”

SMACK

You reeled from Rick’s backhanded slap.

“I don’t think she’s learned her lesson yet, brother.”

Shane wiped his face.

“I guess we’ll just have to keep teaching.”

Tugging you to your feet, Rick threw you on the hood, upper body jarring from the impact, cheek thumping the cold metal.

He tore off your boots then ripped your jeans and underwear off, kicking your legs apart.

“Don’t touch me, you fucking piece of shit!” you bellowed.

Shane stuffed your thong in your mouth, ending your tirade, his hand splayed between your shoulder blades, pining you to the hood.

“You talk to fucking much,” he snarled.

Panic took hold when you felt Rick’s cock brush against your slit.

Rick spit on your inner lips.

You screamed behind the gag, your dry cunt unprepared, as he plunged in. 

He was bigger than Shane, your walls straining to accommodate him, every thrust carrying fresh agony.

Rick snapped his hips quicker, zipper chafing your tender skin. 

Sobbing softly, you closed your eyes, vainly wishing this was just a dream.

“Fuck. Haven’t been in a pussy this tight since before I married Lori.”

“Just hurry up, man. I want another turn.”

Your eyes flew open to see Shane palming his newly hardening length.

Rick’s movements became stilted, hips pumping wildly with his orgasm.

Pulling out, he motioned to your prone body.

“Batter up.”

The two men switched places.

Gritting your teeth, you waited.

Instead of Shane’s cock, his fingers gently probed your battered cunt.

You jolted at the swipe of his thumb across your clit.

Deftly he worked you, circling your nub, slick coating his hand.

Shame and disgust gnawed in your brain at your body’s natural reaction.

He draped his large frame over yours.

“You love this, don’t ya.”

You shook your head frantically.

“Knew you would. Way you showed your ass, flashed your tits at Charlie. Damn near gave the old man a stroke.”

Shane applied more pressure, eliciting a series of muffled moans.

“Hear that Rick? Slut loves this.”

Your pelvis rocked against his swirling digits. 

He pinched your clit,sending you over the edge, streaks of lightning fraying your nerves.

Shane wasted no time in slipping inside.

You keened at the intrusion, channel swollen and bruised from Rick.

WHACK

He left a heated handprint on your ass.

Grasping your hips, he pounded your cunt feverishly, your juices and Rick’s cum easing his way.

All out of tears, you stared into the darkness.

Shane rode you cruelly, your legs growing numb.

His breathing hitched, hips faltering.

He came with a grunt, grinding into you.

Almost tenderly, he released the cuffs, holding you upright, removing the gag.

Trembling, you shimmied your jeans up. 

“Hey.”

Nearly catatonic, you barely registered him speaking.

SMACK

“Listen to me.”

You tried to focus, terrified it wasn’t over.

“Rick and me? We got your ID. We know where you live.”

Blinking, his threat set in.

“You tell anyone, we’ll find you.”

“I..I won’t tell…never tell..” you stammered.

“Good girl.”

The two men sauntered to their cruiser.

“Thanks for your cooperation ma’am,” Shane taunted as they drove away.

 Crawling into the driver’s seat, you clutched your phone. 

“911. What is your emergency?”

“I need,” you sat up straight, “I need to report an assault.”

Shane and Rick were about to find out they had fucked with the wrong woman. 

Authority Song

John Mellencamp

1983

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[papuhater]

Nolan Crane (cause I love the way you write him) having a chat with one of police woman about recent Scarecrow attack

"For someone who looks not so scary he sure know how to put fear in people."

He takes offence to that and says that in his opinion Scarecrow costume is pretty scary

"It's a dude with suit wearing bag on his head." Ok, now he is pissed and ask how in her opinion he would look scary.

Next day she shows him her sketches where Scarecrow has more comic book accurate costume that actually works.

"I wanted to add noose to his neck but I think it would be too much. Also it would be too easy to grab him by it."

They get to meet more often to talk about what in their opinion is scary and starts having conversations.

am i scary (pretty) enough?

pairing: jonathan crane x fem!police!reader

a/n: nya nya nya nya (my friend said that when i asked for a/n ideas)

summary: [ask]

☤) jon hated cops, he despised how nosy they were, after the scarecrow incident, some of them had to go to the asylum to check on his work, with the rumors going around of him being the scarecrow.

☤) when the noisy gcpd was asking him questions, the police who were writing the notes started speaking, which jon expected due to nosiness, and he responded rather nicely in a sarcastic way.

☤) until he heard a comment that piqued his interest, it was about scarecrow. it seemed you didn't find him (the scarecrow) scary enough, and doctor crane had the urge to find out why.

☤) he found out that she was named y/n, and he became the interrogator in the interrogation, he asked why you didn't think his disguise was terrifying, and you responded with:

"doctor crane you are giving him more credit than his costume deserves, for example, remember the joker? yeah, he wears a whole purple suit, has green hair and scary clown makeup, which can be considered a costume, while scarecrow literaly threw a potato sack into his head while wearing a nice suit and called it a day."

☤) first seconds of it slowly sinking in, he was offended, he seethed on the inside at the idea of being compared to the weird murderous clown, and refuted your opinion with his, thinking that the disguise was scary enough until it hit him,

you were right, his costume was really stupid,

"so, if you had to change anything on his disguise, what would it be?"

☤) the conversation flowed from there, the awkward ambient that could have ended in an argument became a pleasant meeting, you rambled about how he could theme the suit more around scarecrows and less about a weird businessman, and how scarecrows are used for crops he could use a scythe as a physical weapon and the fear gas as mental.

☤) jon actually started liking tolerating cop visits you had to do, looking forward to his one (1) social interaction of the week he actually enjoyed, tolerated. the topics of your conversation grew and it turned more into catching up in life.

☤) and in this visit, he is waiting outside of the asylum for you and when y/n arrives he feels his day just got a bit better, but different this time you came with an excited smile, and while you both walked into his office the chatter began and the conversation fell into the scarecrow again. but instead of asking, you pulled out a notebook with a sketch and handed it to him.

☤) the second jon laid his eyes on it, he was amazed,they weren't any sketches, they were scarecrow sketches, each trace of line was giving him the image of a scarier mask with a hood and a whole outfit, not to forget the scythe, he really liked the detail you put into the sketches.

☤) it was a whole character design you did, and he couldn't separate his eyes from it, it was marvelous, the curves and lines fitted perfectly and it looked like something he could pull off. you continued to ramble about how this disguise and how it was scary and thematic.

"i would've placed a noose, but i felt i was going overboard, so i erased it."

☤) he completely changed his outfit after that  

#jonathan crane #the scarecrow #batman rogues #gotham rogues #jonathan crane x reader #scarecrow #batman x reader #nolan #the dark knight #the dark knight x reader

[illumeew]

sniped | xiaoven (chapter one)

Summary: ‘Xiao’ is a mercenary discharged by ‘Rex Lapis’ to search for and assassinate a well-known and influential man who controls the underground. ‘Barbatos’—a name feared even by the disciples of Morax and Beelzebub—a man with words as beautiful and punctual as they are vexing and keen. They say his words can pierce through even  the most cunning and secretive. Xiao’s little mask wouldn’t stay holding on for too long.

Tags: Masquerade AU, Discussions of Assassination/Character is ordered to kill

A/N: i'm so sorry this took so long ToT the next one would probably take longer because there's an event at my school that causes business :(( babawi ako! (terminologies/unfamiliar terms will always be at the end of the story)

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“I am Xiao, a diplomat of the Prithiva Topaz. Pleased to meet you.”

Xiao sighed at the memory from a year ago.

It wasn’t that Guizhong didn’t have faith in him in exceeding this mission, no. She very much did have as great faith in him as Rex Lapis did, more so during the recent months he had been improving. Hearsay or not, it was, according to the middle-aged bunches who took over the last assassination attempt on Decarabian, Barbatos was his “understudy” for Vayuda.

The information Rex Lapis, alongside Guizhong, had given Xiao wasn’t futile. It served as the base of his infiltration in Vayuda. The Mole in Mond was also quite helpful to Prithiva’s plans. ‘If only he weren’t irritating,’ Xiao thought as he passed one of the hallways connected to the chambers.

“A masquerade party?” Xiao asked, a hint of bewilderment in his tone as he stared up at the Mole in Mond many had been talking about. “Why would Barbatos, of all people, host a gathering as if he isn’t the neck many blades are after?” His question seemed more like an incredulous statement rather than the intent it had been.

“No idea, agent,” The man flipped his bangs from his face only for them to return to their usual spot in front of his eye. “It’s best you watch out when going out taking pride in that emblem of yours.” He pointed at the golden insignia pinned to his vest, making Xiao look at him with a wary expression. 

“Many of Barbatos’s little disciples are roaming the streets in preparation for his big party. If one of them sees you with that emblem, they’ll know your identity, appearance, who you work for…” The man walked around Xiao, stopping once he was behind him. Xiao’s brows furrowed, his head turned slightly to the left as he listened to the man intently. “...and all of your efforts in purging him would go to waste.”

Xiao’s mind pooled the many possibilities of his infiltration—if you could even call it that. The sudden announcement of a masquerade party happening within Vayuda made his mission seem easier, rather than having the guts to break into mansions like he once did.

Stepping out of one of the hotels owned by Prithiva Topaz, Xiao made his way to the assigned commission center that provided his attire and additional equipment. It was headed by a close acquaintance of Guizhong—Doctor Baizhu. He was kind enough to explain how the equipment was used, such as the microphone clipped to the hem of his undershirt. Connected to it was a thin cord following down his right arm until it stopped near his hand, secured with a black velcro strap wrapped around his wrist. It was well concealed under black fabric.

“The ball starts in a few days,” said Baizhu as he inserted the suit inside a clear garment bag. “I know how you young adults like to act so brazenly at parties, so please be mindful to not put any scratches on this suit. It’s made of the best silk there is.” He then handed the bag to Xiao.

“Of course, Doctor Baizhu,” Xiao bowed, taking the bag before lifting his head to meet a smile on Doctor Baizhu’s face. He muttered a small “Thank you” before leaving the store.

As Baizhu watched the young man leave, he started to clean up the leftover bits of Cecilia on the table. Cecilias were a hassle to keep tidy but were a beautiful sight to see. He grabbed a dustpan and swept the petals into it with a small duster. It was when he went to the backroom to throw the petals into the bin he heard the store doors open with a voice he was anticipating to hear.

“Yahoo!”

And with that alone, a sigh of relief escaped his mouth. Baizhu was lucky enough that Xiao left before he arrived.

At Rex Lapis’s request, Xiao was sent to Guizhong’s chamber where she was currently residing. The mere thought of having to talk with the lady after so many months of not seeing her in meetings, besides her giving him information at times, it wasn’t often he had the chance to talk to the older woman, and that somehow made him more nervous than he was after he left Rex Lapis’s office.

Miss Guizhong acted as the frontwoman of Prithiva—a consultant; an advisor. Everyone knew who she was, even those outside the organization. A woman whose prowess does not exceed that of Rex Lapis’s but is of equal standing with him. That’s what Xiao thought of the lady Guizhong. Never once did he think of her as someone cynical or delusional. Her strength was severely underestimated by others.

He slowly approached her chamber doors, which were littered with gold and yellow highlights like the rest of the main building. Her name was plastered on a golden plate placed in the middle of both doors, a cut in the middle for when opening. Standing in front of it, he composed himself before knocking.

“Who is it?” He heard a gentle yet stern voice.

“It’s Xiao, Lady Guizhong,” responded the boy, bowing as if she would even see it. “I was sent here by Rex Lapis for coverage of the masquerade ball.”

It was silent for a few seconds before he heard the door's locks open, revealing Guizhong in her daily-formal attire, a pencil on her right ear, and her brown hair tied into a proper high bun. “Right, the ball…” she trailed off, her words incoherent, and she started muttering about how it starts in a few days. But before she could go in-depth, she welcomed Xiao in, almost forgetting he was standing there.

She led him to a chair by her desk, something similar to Rex Lapis’s desk, except hers was littered more with stacks of documents, maps, pens, photo frames of which seemed to be her and her family, and a cup of tea that was still brewing hot; freshly made.

“The Mole in Mond recently gave us a revitalized blueprint of Vayuda, their main building, and where Barbatos possibly is.” She brought out a small blueprint which she rolled out for him to see. Xiao leaned closer to the desk. “There are three known exits,” With a red marker, she pointed to each exit with the cap. “But there’s also one on the second floor. It may be helpful if the mission somehow fails.

“I’m not saying I don’t have faith that you’ll succeed, because I do, very much.” She put the hand that held the marker on her chest and reassured the boy, looking back up to meet his eyes. “What I am saying is for you to be careful. Taking someone’s life away is…” she trailed off with a sigh, recoiling from the blueprint.

Guizhong was uneasy. Xiao couldn’t blame her for it.

She took one long, deep breath. “This is the first time Rex Lapis has assigned someone to kill… It was very unexpected of him to do.”

Xiao nodded. He could only imagine the silence that occurred in the meeting room.

“I just want you to know that you have the option of refusing to continue with this operation, Alatus,” she voiced, full of concern. “I don’t want you to feel as if you’re obligated to.”

“No!” Xiao blurted out, hands placid on her desk with a loud slam. He watched Guizhong’s face fall to one of confusion and, to his horror, he turned several shades paler. He sat back down. “I mean, I’m... I’m okay with the mission, Lady Guizhong. I-I wouldn’t have accepted it if I didn’t want to.”

Guizhong's expression softened to one of relief and she sighed. “I’m glad.”

An unknown yet comfortable silence spread across the room before she spoke up again.

“We’ll continue then.”

Xiao kept quiet as Guizhong covered the details regarding the Vayuda mansion; where the ball is being held, where authorities are. Hell, even the secret rooms the guards would be in to monitor the party were marked and located.

“An invitation will be sent to Prithiva in hopes that Decarabian would have Barbatos reconcile with Rex Lapis. Decarabian’s been trying to do so for many years now.” Guizhong flipped the map over, revealing the other side of the blueprint to be the room that is currently accommodating Thunder Manifestation, the bomb Decarabian stole from Vajrada three years ago. “As you know, the Tenryou Commission tried to get the Thunder Manifestation back with an attack, and it led Vajrada Amethyst to lose dealings with Vayuda Turquoise.”

Xiao nodded here and there to show he paid attention.

“Clearly, with the Shogun absent, Vajrada hasn’t been doing well. Directly speaking from the contract Morax and Beelzebub made 10 years ago, Prithiva is to take over once Vajrada steps down.”

Xiao gulped, “Have they…stepped down?”

“Yes, unfortunately,” Guizhong said with a sigh, clearly showing discomfort. “Which is why we will ensure that this contract is fulfilled. The Vayuda has yet to know of Prithiva’s dealings with Shivada Jade and its goals. Knowing the Tsaritsa’s relationship with Barbatos isn’t exactly peaceful, in contrast to hers and Rex Lapis’, it’s clear that she wants to declare war against Vayuda, but we can’t let that happen.”

“If Decarabian somehow found out about this little scheme we have going on, it’ll all be hell.” The words Guizhong uttered didn’t match her face of anxiety, Xiao noticed that. Still, he kept his thoughts to himself.

“Anyhow, if you’re worried about the Thunder Manifestation, don’t be. That’s not our current mission.” She switched sides of the map once again. “Another thing you can do is to gather intel about Vayuda’s plans—current or future—through any means necessary, then move forward.”

“What are their plans with the Thunder Manifestation?” The question rang through Xiao’s head. ‘From what I heard, the Thunder Manifestation was a bomb created by the Shogun herself, meaning it must be powerful. Could it launch a large explosion that reaches an entire community? The whole of Prithiva Topaz, maybe?’

Whatever it was, the Thunder Manifestation shouldn’t be in the Vayuda’s hands.

“I assume you’ve got the plan?” Guizhong asked, Xiao nodded once.

“I’ll make sure to carry out this duty, Lady Guizhong.” Xiao stood up and with a fist to his chest, he bowed. “Thank you for your services.”

Xiao swiftly exited the lady’s office, leaving her to ponder her thoughts. He found himself itching for a drink, and so his body moved accordingly to where the café was. Still, the image of the masquerade ball filled his mind.

Fancy ball gowns, masks that hide people’s features,

Barbatos.

He wanted to get his mission done. How Rex Lapis’s constant talks about him whether or not Xiao was in the room made it seem like Barbatos was a force not to be reckoned with.

But with how things are going, it seems that he will be the arrow that penetrates the shield.

As the young man stepped inside the chambers, his hair and braids faded from a dark blue to an aqua swayed with each contented step he took. A joyful yet scheming smile appeared on his face as he came face to face with the man he would soon overtake for the throne. With a small bow, he greeted Decarabian with a good evening. The smile has yet to wear off.

“Have you prepared for your…” Decarabian trailed off. “Festivity?” It seemed to put a bad taste in his mouth at the mention of the heir’s party tomorrow night.

The young lad giggled, pushing his green cape back. “Yes I have, and you don’t have to worry about any mishaps that are bound to happen,” he emphasized his words derisively. “I’ll make sure to keep every single guest watched and monitored…”

He huffed, “And Rex Lapis’s little recruit while we're at it.”

TERMINOLOGIES:

Vayuda Turquoise - Organization under Barbatos (Mondstadt) Mole in Mond - Prithiva's agent-slash-spy on Vayuda Thunder Manifestation - A special yet dangerous bomb created by the Shogun of Vajrada; stolen by Decarabian a few years ago

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[thinkingaboutbetterdays]

too close to home. ( mick rawson x reader )

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Mick had left before you woke up that morning and you were finished with breakfast, cleaning the dishes when he called you from work. You smiled as you answered his call.

"I was wondering when you would call. I heard you sneaking out this morning. Did you catch you a case?"

"Yeah." A smile formed on his lips, "How are you feeling?"

"Less icky than I did yesterday." You replied. "It's been three months and I'm already over the morning sickness."

"Remember to take it easy." He said. "Doctors orders."

"I remember." You smiled.

You heard a woman talking and you knew it was time for him to go. Confirmed when he said, "I have to go."

"I love you." You told him.

"I love you too." He hanged up and you sighed, looking around your apartment, placing a hand on your stomach.

"Looks like it's just you and me." The apartment seemed bigger when Mick was gone, empty, and sometimes at night it spooked you a little. You knew it could be days, or even a weeks until he returned. It was something you were starting to get used to but sometimes you couldn't escape how lonely you felt while he was gone.

Mick always called you during cases. Sometimes twice a day, sometimes more if a case was really bad. So when he called you the next day after talking to you only hours prior, you could tell from his voice that something had gone wrong.

"Hey." You greeted and for a few moments, he was silent. "Is everything okay?"

"It's this case we're working." He sighed. "I'm trying not to let it get to me, but...it's getting to me."

You knew this meant he needed a distraction, reassurance that you were okay. "Well, you're missing pasta night."

"Do you want to talk about it?" You asked softly.

"No, no, it's..." He inhaled sharply. "I just needed to hear your voice."

A small smile formed on his lips, "Save me some, will you?"

"No promises, it smells amazing." You teased lightly.

Mick fell silent again and you frowned as you took a seat at the dining table. "Mick." You said gently. "Talk to me."

A sigh left his lips. "Our unsub has taken three women who were all new mothers. We just found the third."

You closed your eyes, realizing why he was hesitant about confiding in you about his latest case. You didn't speak knowing he had more that he needed to get off his chest.

"The babies were abandoned at the crime scenes. Unharmed." He continued. "Their bodies are mutilated and -" He exhaled sharply and you felt tears in your eyes knowing what went through his head. "All I could think about was you. I don't know what I would've done."

"You would do what you're doing now. Scour every clue to find me." You smiled softly. "You'll find him, Mick. The team always does."

"Yeah," He smiled faintly. "I don't know what I would do without you."

"It's a good thing you'll never have to find out, isn't it?"

Mick never called you after that day. You were in the bedroom when you heard the door open and walked out to the living room, a smile forming on your lips when you saw your boyfriend closing the door.

"Hey," he greeted with a grin, dropping his bag as you approached him. He wrapped his arms around you, kissing your head. "Am I glad to see you."

You lifted your head from his shoulder. "Can I assume that you got the guy?"

"Two Unsubs actually. And yes."

"Told you."

Mick hummed, a smile on his lips as he placed his hands on your cheeks. "I love you."

"I love you too." You smiled as he leaned down to kiss you, placing your arms around his neck.

He briefly bent down to lift you up and giggles left your lips as he reignited the kiss, carrying you to the bedroom. It was great to have him home and Mick felt glad he was finally home. Cases involving women and children hit him particularly hard and this case involved both. Whenever a case like this was closed, there was nothing more that he wanted to do than return home to you and try and put it behind him.

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